You agree to beginning right away and the man leads you downstairs. Shelves line the walls, more jars, boxes, books, and objects set up on them. Two large tables set up like a ‘T’ take up the center of one half of the room and a large ring of steel embedded in the floor takes up the center of the other half. An open door off to your left reveals a couch and a fire place, likely his living quarters. He stops at the tables and glances back at you, his gaze drifting down to the long, thick penis slapping against your knees then up to the matted, cum soaked fur of your torso.
“Hmm…there may be a few things we should take care of first.” He begins gathering jars, mixing a few things together and then dipping a cord into the strange looking concoction.
You nervously watch him work, “Like what?”
“Oh, just something to make things go smoother. Nothing to serious,” he walks up to you and looks up at you, “Do you trust me?”