I still wanted to be fucked but knew that I had to at least ask the men about wearing condoms.So, I pulled away from Calvin’s cock and still slurred...my words when I said, “Wait a minute, Chester. Do you have a condom? I’m not using any birth control right now, and I could be near my fertile time.”He laughed and said, “You should have thought of that before, bitch. I’m damn sure not gonna wear a fucking cock sock. And frankly, I’d be happy if I knocked your white pussy up. You need to decide now. ”“Kate, my love, I didn’t even know that. Was I really dancing that… Kizomba?”“You were and it looked beautiful and magical.”Greg came back from the bar with two glasses of mineral water. He took both my hands in his and looked right into my eyes. “Meg, how about if you and I go and get better acquainted without all the noise and people around us?”“I would love to,” I told him.We said goodbye to Kate and Jack and stepped out. On the sidewalk, Greg asked me If I had any objection to going to his. They wanted to drop it into my lap and let me handle the whole thing. Not only no, but hell no! I explained why I wasn't the one to manage their operation and described my little forced vacation in the hospital. Instead, I offered to do a trial run come spring, and help fine tune things until they worked. Then they'd have something to use as a model.I spent the next week in the equipment barn of a dude ranch. I had some help, but I knew that I'd done some work after tearing down and rebuilding. He explained to me that he felt I was the perfect model for some of these iconic women who defied the popular image of voluptuous glamorous beauty. He saw how tiny I was, that I wasn’t voluptuous, nevertheless, he asked me to pose for his drawings and I did so without hesitation.My heart was racing with excitement and felt like it was going to explode in my chest. He maintained eye contact with me the entire time and listened intently to every one of my words as I answered his questions about.