Dog Walking and Mating

I've fallen head over heels for a bloke I met while walking my dog, but I fear he's stringing me along. I was in a nearby park when I first encountered this other early-morning pooch-walker.

I'd never seen him before but he was a real hunk in his early 30s with an alsatian that started to take a close interest in my bitch also an alsatian.

After pulling them apart we got chatting and I discovered that he'd just moved into the area after working for a few years in the south. We kept meeting on our morning walks and I was delighted when he asked me if I'd like to go out for a drink with him. We arranged to meet at a local pub and I really enjoyed his company. We ended up back at my place where I led him to my bedroom and unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a firm, well-toned torso. He pulled my sweater over my head, skillfully unhitched my bra and bent to kiss and suck my breasts.

Falling back on the bed, we soon stripped off and he moved his feverish tongue down between my thighs and began to lap at my shaven mound.
He slipped his tongue along the length of my crack and nibbled gently on my clit bringing me to a shuddering orgasm.
With our shared canine1 interest there was only one way to continue — doggy-style.
Pounding

As I crouched on all fours I could feel every inch of his thick cock sliding deep inside me. His rhythmic pounding soon had me gushing again and after he finally came himself we collapsed panting.

But I soon got him going again when I took his limp dick in my mouth, sucking and licking him to another throbbing erection.

This time I took control, riding him hard and fast as I fingered my clit. We had several similar sessions and eventually he suggested that we should mate. I was delighted as I took it to be a proposal of marriage. But it turned out he only meant our two pedigree dogs. What shall I do?