Fingers trembling, she asked, “May I–-may I touch you?”“Sure,” he replied. Whereupon her fingers touched thesmooth fur o... his arm and, light as a feather, began toslowly stroke up and down. His fur was not quite assmooth as it appeared to the eye, but was not coarse,either. Taking her other hand, she massaged and felt ofhis heavy arm, feeling the strong muscles and heavy bonesbeneath, as he watched her with interest.Taking his paw, er…hand, she kneaded his. “Chain her!”, I ordered. You knelt and fastened her feet, about two feet apart, to the frame and then stood, pressing yourself against her as you pinned her arms above her head and used handcuffs from the table to hold her hands in position. I approached this vulnerable woman and, reaching up, I tore away the gauzy material covering her breasts. Her nipples were tight and hard and I could tell from the look on her face that she was very aroused even though she was going to be my main ‘victim’. "Yeah, sure." Good." John smiled as he dropped his pants, displaying a full erection of his seven-inch cock. He climbed back on the bed, picked up my cock again with his left hand after putting lube on his cock."Put your legs up on my shoulders," he instructed.His cock slid in with a little pressure and poked my prostate. Bam! That was better than his fingers! "Oh, yeah! I felt that!"John pulled back a little and pushed in again, this time a little deeper."Oh, that did feel good. It makes me. It's my house too and I'll have anyone I want over to visit." Then she hung up on me.I tried to call back but she didn't answer. There was a long line for the phone and I relinquished my place to the next man. A couple of my friends saw my face when I came out of the phone center and asked me if something was wrong. Of course I said no, nothing. For the next few minutes we walked in silence then went into a small coffee shop where the questioning began again. I finally admitted there was a.