Like it or not, and I don't think you will, you will be our dick warmer. If you make any attempt to escape, you will not succeed and we promise you th...t you will regret it."Tears were funning down my cheeks. I never wanted this and I was scared. I could imagine what they were going to do to me and I knew I was in big trouble - there was no chance of escaping.They cleaned me, shaved my body hair, and gave me painful enemas. My shackles and body harness were replaced with a thick leather waist. As you break our gaze for a third time I realise you are not looking away but looking towards – not demure but devilish. I follow your gaze, pass one finger tracing the outline of your lips and I follow the line of your other arm. It is only now that I notice it, fingers buried under your belt to the final knuckles.I know from past experience that with your hand in that position, your middle finger just barely reaches through your neatly trimmed hair to only the very tip of your slit. . Up to the house, the drive continued, all made of sharp gravel chips it led to the front door. We were deliberately parked some 50yards away from that door, so I instinctively knew I would have to walk this path to gain admittance. My feet soft from years of soft living, the master took pity on me,, carrying my shoes and case, leaving me with just my purse, the jacket and my underclothes, he produced a two-point prong with which he proceeded to, in his words “help me to his lovely home,” which. Okay that sounds bad, but a truly radical racist friend would be a problem for me. I was sure Maurine would have some black friends just as I had black friends when I worked. I didn’t see them anymore, but I still considered them friends. Finding her friends and then finding out who they were was going to be a necessity for me.‭I went from bored with nothing to do, to saving endangered cranes, and doing a background check on Maurine. If she found out, she would dump me in a second. It would.