His shaggy hide was soaked in sweat, the musk of him rolling forth, and it was all Ben could do to stay on his hooves, shuffling forward, a spreader b...r and leather cuffs keeping his hooves in place. Someone snickered at his position but he was too hard and horny to care, flushing heavily, need rising, the bull eyeing him up like the fresh piece of meat he truly was.Of course, his backdoor entrance was not to be used, a thick butt plug already rammed up in there and kept in place by a leather. "Hello Daniel, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm glad you are going to be my coach… I want to learn everything you can teach me and I will do anything I can to learn this business!" she said. The last part of that statement was to prove more prophetic than she realized!Because I would be teaching her as well as working closely with her, she was given a desk close to my own. That way if she had questions or ran into something she wasn't familiar with, I was nearby to help her out. But somehow, I. My mind flicked through scenarios, I imagined us somewhere semi-public, his fingers expertly rubbing my clitoris and the risk of being discovered adding to the excitement. Then I imagined he was here in my bedroom, bending me over, fucking me roughly and gripping my hips as he pounded my pussy again and again. The fantasy I settled on was of his mouth on my cunt, fingers inside me as he sucked on my clit. I imagined he would hold me on the edge of my orgasm, as I held myself now, not quite. It was dark in the hallway but Icould see that the place was old and run down. We came to an open roomwith a tile floor. The floor sloped slightly downward to meet a drain inthe center. Mistress Ann guided me toward a metal hook hanging from the ceiling. Shetook the handcuffs from the box and laid the box to the side. She toldme "On your knees bitch." I did as commanded as she fastened one cuffaround my right wrist and then looped the handcuff chain around themetal hook from the ceiling. She.