Even with the “liquid courage” I still had butterflies in my stomach. When I walked into the bathroom I shut the door behind me, took a deep breat..., and went for it. I pushed Ronnie up against the door; we just stared into each other’s eyes, breathing deeply. All I could think was, “This was it!” I kissed her. I kissed her with passion and she kissed me back; our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. Her hands gripped my hair, my hands running all over her body, feeling her breasts and tight. ” Buddy was back inside of five minutes with an actual dog-food bowl, a dish designed for dogs to eat and drink from. Buddy was a really good dog. He drank noisily and steadily for awhile.After asking Buddy to find the nuts, and having to listen to an obnoxious and over obvious slobbering slurping noise for a little while, Buddy quit clowning around and led them to the bulk food section where he could sample each dispenser and not even have to taste each one to know it was a pasta or an. Like, why do boys always draw cocks?”Frank smiled warmly at her perception. “I don’t know, we spend enough time trying not to think about sex when we have embarrassing hard cocks. Sometimes they’re difficult to hide.”“So why was Brian’s cock so tiny when we washed him?”Frank laughed loudly. “Oh come on. He had just smashed his head on a rock, cut his legs, hurt his shoulder somehow and had a hundred brambles in his underwear. Somehow I doubt if he felt very sexy, and you didn’t look that good. Anna's mother called out loudly, "ladies! It's time to set the table."A whirlwind of movement began. Anna took my arm and pulled me towards the table. She told me to relax, that I would enjoy this. I shuddered slightly when I realized she was right. My cock was rock hard and I wondered how long I'd been ready to submit to a strong, dominant woman.Anna pushed me up onto the table and I felt hands guide me back. I felt them strap thick leather cuffs to my ankles and my wrists. I looked at Anna.