The guys slide open the van door and helped me out. My legs were shaking as we made our way up the steps leading to the street door. Soon we were all ...nside and we all made our way to the kitchen to pour some drinks and get the night started.It was not long before we had all drunk a bottle or two of wine, we were all feeling relaxed and horny. A few of the guys were already getting their hands on with me, stroking my legs and grabbing a cheeky kiss, I knew my night was just about to begin.As I. Remember, I told you I was the poster child for the pink collar movement?That is not an exaggeration.Of all the stupid things I did--and there were plenty--the very stupidestis the thing I said, on camera and on the record, during my intakeinterview.When you're applying to be a breeder, you have to prove yourself. Proveyour masculinity, I guess. What do I know, really? I failed that test.Don't take advice from me.I was sitting there in what was essentially an interrogation room infront of two. She glanced at me before returning her gaze to Stacey. Her eyes travelled her lithe body and came to rest on her perky little breasts with the gold piercings. Stacey followed her gaze and smiled. She reached up and fondled the little hoops, making her little pink nipples hard as rocks."Come and touch them," Stacey invited. She put her legs out and leaned back as she put her arms behind her. Her slim, firm little body was on display for Karen."Go ahead," I prodded as I pushed Karen towards the. Kim expectedme to be ready Sunday evening at 6:00, she would pick me up and take me toa lesbian bondage club in Manhattan. Upon learning this I entered a state of emotional shock. How could somethingas disgusting as this be happening to me. I knew I needed help and fast. Theonly person I could think of was my cousin Bernadette. She is 30 years ago,divorced and lives about 30 minutes away in Livingston. I've confided her inthe past and she always told me if I had a serious problem to call her at.