"Haley looked up the path. Nicole and Jen were about to be out of sight as the road turned."See you later," she said."Bye," I answered as she sprinted...away to catch up with her friends.They could encourage me all they wanted, but there was just no way I could maintain the pace they ran at.I trudged forward down the path. I was almost to the end and I looked forward to my air-conditioned car. Rapid footsteps behind me prompted the turn of my head. It was the pony-tail brunette."Hi," she said. Patti was the sex slave of Roger Clairet and his wife, Laurel. They owned the review company. Susan was the sex slave of Brenda Fuller who owned a restaurant in Manhattan. Brenda also had another slave, Jane, who was really a pain slut of the first order. When Patti and Susan first met they had no idea they shared the same erotic submissive proclivities. Once their shared ?secret? was out, quite unintentionally, they became fast friends on an entirely different level from their professional. The overhead light glinted off the steel collar around the woman's throat. He wasn't very experienced in the world of power exchange, but he knew enough to know what that band of metal around her pretty throat represented, at least in part. Submission and yielding were Alice's way of loving, and living. He looked into her lovely face, saw the surrender there. It was enough.Roger hastily undressed, peeling his way quickly out of what remained of his clothes, casting aside garments as fast as he. The sound was deafening! Mike resisted the urge to look. He packed everything as quickly as he could and walked out into the hallway. He saw no one until he got to the elevator. The first one to stop was going down and was coming from the top floor nightclub. Mike joined the crowd and at the ground floor walked out with the crowd. Ten minutes later he was on the road. In the late morning he heard on the radio that millionaire businessman Paul Samuels had been killed and his companion was in.