Sharing that restriction with her made my entire body flutter with lust, as well as creating a bond between us that left me beaming.We simply stared a... each other, reveling in these feelings, for quite some time. Then, I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye, and, at the sound of another "Snap!" finally tore my eyes away from the woman I loved to look at Mistress, who now stood between us. In each hand she held a slave collar."Do you want to wear my collars?" Yes, Mistress," we both. Her husband was the nice type, and she'd prefer just the hard-on for a night. She says I'm her type. Thank you Carol. Fix me another, I want to catch up. Anyway, Joe, there's a bit of a story here, so I'll cut to the chase."It started with the Eau Claire police detective," began Sandy. "He remembered the mysterious death of Penny Kolhaas. He had interviewed Cole and Joan and tried to get a hold of Jordan, but was shut down when the coroner ruled it an accidental drowning."He didn't like Cole.. "Don't feel bad," she chided me. "A woman wants to be noticed. I've worked hard to be in this shape," Alex twirled around showing me her firm ass.She leaned into me and whispered, "I'll let you in on a secret, there are no accidents. I picked this top because it matches my eyes. I'm wearing these white short to emphasize the deep tan on my legs. And the scooped neckline...well, lets just say we women don't put on display anything that we don't want men to see."Giggling she backed away.Alex. I felt a smile if that could be said. John's thoughts moved away to the far side of the corpses.The Samutz entered, expecting to be cut down by disease at any moment, and the first hesitantly reached for a body. In the back, a particularly obscene corpse, arose and moved in the direction of the new troops. There must have been some superstitions in the Samutz, for they dropped the bodies and fled. The officers shot some of their own crew, till they to were faced with the walking dead. Shots.