“And I speak Spanish too,” she snapped, then with trembling fingers crushed the unfinished cigarette into the full ashtray. “I just thought a ...rink would do you good.” “What makes you think so?” The girl was smiling condescendingly, a charming dimple twitching on her cheek. Philip felt slightly awkward which wasn’t typical for him. It appeared he had run upon a rock this time. “Well… you look a bit nervous, and your face is sort of… pale…” In this moment Philip noticed two black plastic. After the morning sex session, there was a little ceremony in which Helena, Karen, Belle and Griselda had their red collars exchanged for black ones. Mirosa watched as the women touched the new collars and made their way thoughtfully back to their cells. She made up her mind and followed Belle."How do you feel about that collar, Belle?"The other woman frowned. "Feel?" Doesn't it mean you're ... available? To men, to use you?" All three holes?" Belle smiled. "I'm probably not the right person to. Scott saw Cathy go up for coffee during the introduction break. He couldn’t resist and headed over for coffee as well. Cathy was thrilled when she saw Scott walking in her direction. He was 6’ 1”, with black business cut hair, dark brown eyes, and was wearing an expensive business suit. Obviously he was already doing well in his career. Scott saw that Cathy watched him approach. She was 5’ 8”, with medium brown hair flowing in a sexy wave to her shoulders, deep blue eyes and she wore a white. The ropes hurt her wrists and ankles. She was thirsty, scared. She was in darkness but could hear voices. It sounded like they were preparing something. What?What was going to happen to her? Who did this? It couldn’t be the women, they seemed so nice?Why did she stop to help? She should be home to take her dog Lad, out.The ropes hurt her wrists but she kept trying to pull loose. Jenna kept trying to loosen the ropewith her teeth through the gag. If she could only get the knot free. It.