How to give it to her. Would he want to do it in private? Or should he just pull it out on the dance floor. The thought of that was such a turn on but...at the same time it was nerve wrecking to him. His hands began to sweat at the thought of him just bending her over, fucking the hell out of her pussy right there on the dance floor. Going at it alone made him nervous. Maybe he needed a wing man. But he came alone, knowing his plans. He didnt know if he could share a girl with three other guys.. Surely a woman that looked like that would have dozens of men in line. We kept texting for the next month or two, but eventually things started tailing off. Life got busy and maybe the novelty of our flirting wore off with no prize in sight. I still found myself looking back at her pictures sometimes and sending her a text or two, but not the drawn out conversations from before. The following March, I was sitting in Jeff’s bar, watching the rain pour down outside. The little bell on the door. I stuttered at first but was able to answer. “Yes, I trust you,” I answered.He led me into the room and I stood there not being able to see what was around me. I could hear him around the room but had no clue what he was doing.I felt his fingers untie my robe, and it slid to the ground. I felt soft fur being wrapped around my wrists, then they were attached to something above me. Then around my ankles, I knew I was spread wide naked before him. I had never been this exposed to anyone before. He pulled back out of my mouth and I gasped and tried to retch. He gave me a couple breaths to calm my throat and then shoved back down my throat. "Look at me whore. You are going to have to learn how to deep throat if you want to be my slaveslut. This is an important part of pleasing me," he said. I looked at him and nodded slightly. He pulled back out and I gasped from breath again. "Now I'm going to face fuck you slut and if you are real lucky, I may even cum down that pretty little.