" I speak fluent Russian" Cyrus added. You know where that training came from."It was me." Felicia said. Nobody knew, not even Cyrus. I speak five lan...uages. German, Italian, Greek, French, and Korean." And we now all speak these languages?" Arden asked."Yes, along with Taluatan, English, Russian, Spanish and Basque. Fred, are you the source of my improved Spanish?" Si, I mean Oui, I mean yes!" He said. With only a slight twitch to his straight-faced delivery.We sat there for a good quarter. "Let me see if I can explain this once again a little simply this time. Because you girls have stolen from me - and not just a little either, mind you - you have only one of two options. Either I call the police and you spend the next 7-15 years in Federal prison, lose your child, your jobs, your homes, and all that you know, then come out as ex-cons and TRY to find some kind of work that will keep you from starving to death. Not a pretty picture, I don't think. Or you can become my slave sluts. Well, I got that instinctive feeling in my gut the instant I stepped through the arrivals gate at Naples airport that afternoon.But then again, there's another side of human nature that is innately curious. That curiosity -- or maybe naivety, or could it even be stupidity -- is somehow persuading you to hang around, just long enough to figure out ... well, what the chuffin'-'ell is going down.Odd things had been happening all morning, already that day. At the check-in at Gatwick, I'd spotted. They kept talking over email for about a week and Ashley found out more stuff about Susan, she wasn`t really that experienced, just a few sessions over the years, but enjoyed being controlled and the loss of power that the lifestyle provided, since Susan was a head accountant for a large company.Ashley also found out that she mostly wore skirts and blouses, with pantyhose and 3-4 inch high heels, including outside of work, that Susan kept her finger and toe nails well done and in a nice shade.