I sat at the kitchen table in my quiet house, sipping a glass of ice water, staring sightlessly out the window and trying desperately not to think abo...t what the next two years of my life are going to be like.I never saw Marsha again after that.The next day was so quiet it was creepy. Reggie neglected to tell us to report to her house on Sunday. So I sat around praying the phone wouldn't ring. It only rang once in the early afternoon when my mother called to check on me and let me know they're. Very well but I will not tolerate lateness, if you are to be delayed you should call out and tell me you are indisposed. Melissa never raising her eyes from the floor merely nodded."I fancy a photo bondage session, tonight; so be a good slut and go upstairs remove all your clothes and select one of your leather bodices, then put on a blouse and skirt and nothing else!" Master John demanded."Yes Sir!" replied Melissa, then she gave a little curtsey before turning and exiting the room; John. "maybe next time, I think I'm going to need you here tonight, as we approached private dining room 4. Outside 2 bulky gentlemen in plain suits, stopped us as the junior concierge walked, Bag one of them said and Steph handed over the bag. Arms up the other one said to me, and pated me down. Stepping back, he opened the door to revel an 8 seater round dining table with 2 women sitting. Walking in the younger women stood and Steph shook her hand and introduced us. I took the thin veiny hand. She was divorced from 36 year old George, a bank executive who had custody of her 8 year old son Nicky, who see saw twice a month. She was a nurse.Nicole, a 37 year old black woman with long flowing brown hair and brown eyes was 5'6" with a 133#, 38-26-34 body. She had a black SUV that 'The Foxy Ladies' liked to travel in. She also knew all the in places to go to. It was around 8PM and 'The Foxy Ladies' were sitting in Robin's living room drinking sodas and talking after dinner. It was Friday.