“Well, I gotta go, but I think Suzi’s in the bath house. She’ll take you to the slaves.”“How do you know about Suzi? Mick, did you tell her ...o come to my bed last night?”“Hey, I’m the manager. She asked, so I simply told Suzi who killed her brother and where he was.”“Motherfucker.”“Absolutely.” He said proudly, and started to walk away.“Also, what slaves?!”“Go to the bath house, she’ll tell you.” He said turning the corner.“You’re not coming anywhere near my cock again!” He yelled to a room. Or, we could set up a sure-fire experience where the chance of success is nearly 100%. Either way...OK, what happened next is not something I am proud of. I know what I did was dishonest. I also know there has to be total honesty in these types of relationships because trust is SO important. I know these things... But I REALLY wanted to see her fuck another guy. I didn't want to leave it to chance. So, as the hotel date got closer, I set up an email account that Claire was unaware of. I. You are not allowed any type of outside communicationat all; you can't even call or write to him. There's no limit on how long anyonestays here." Paula continued, "You need to know about the classes.We learn from the 'teachers.' Like us, they are submissive females, but theyare here only to help train us. They must follow the same rules we do, butthey have privileges we do not. We are required to follow their orders. Theyare not allowed to strike you, or punish you directly, but they can call. Who actually came up with the idea, who did the design and who put it together was never proven. There were suspicions and a little evidence but it was circumstantial and even the police could do no more than haul a couple of bodies in for questioning.Unfortunately the bodies hauled in came with expensive family lawyers kept on retainer who made sure that their clients were extremely helpful but said nothing meaningful.Some of them may even have been innocent.There was no doubting that the same.