I managed to strip off the clothes and,having on only my underpants, made it downstairs and back out the windowthrough which I had entered the house. ...ell, they had seen me by thecloset light in her room as they turned into the driveway. They managed toslip around to the back yard and stopped me before I got away. They askedwhat I was doing in their house,, to which I probably replied somethingstupid like, "I don't know," or something else equally dumb. I mean I wasstanding there in their back. His plan was to breed me as many times as he could; my womb would belong to him.I also knew that my initiation would involve me being tattooed and collared to show the world that I was black owned.Dean was excited to see me given up to be a black man’s sex slave. He encouraged me to go through with it, insisting that that was my purpose in life.I still had grave misgivings, but having been caned already for my reluctance, and with Dean pushing me forward, I saw no alternative but to go. I continued doing it. She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan. After a few minutes of that, Lyndsey got even closer to me. She got on top of me and began to kiss me. Her tounge tasted of sweetness almost like hunny. Her taste began to make me feel very horny so while she kissed me I started to tease her clit. I'd done this to myself many times before, so mostly I knew what to do. She stopped kissing me and let out a moan that sounded almost like a dog. After a few minutes of that. A see through blouse, unbuttoned halfwaycompleted my outfit. No panties, and my slave collar andleash remained. OMG! If anyone sees me, I might as wellhave a sign that said “Fuck Me” on it! I looked at myhusband, pleading with my eyes to not make me do this.But he just smiled at me and said, “I expect you tofollow their instructions exactly” and they will punishyou on the spot if you don’t.Then, when they report to me, I’ll punish you myself.”Totally.