Each of Maria, Jodi and Allie also seemed to have achieved their goals and no one was ready to speak. Ann broke the silence. "We ought to set aside from 1 to 2 on Tuesdays and Thursdays for this type of get together, and the rest of the day let's stick to business."
Maria said "good idea" and Allie and Jodi each nodded their agreement too. "Back to work" Ann said, signalling everyone to return to their duties. Ann got up to leave to but I knew I had to speak to her. Not wanting to provoke Maria, Allie and Jodi to thinking we were talking about them, I decided to let Ann leave.
At the end of the day, I asked Ann to stay behind to talk to me for a few minutes. She thought I wanted to talk about her mid-day initiative.
"Well don't you think I had a good idea?" she asked.
"Ann, as always you know how to go to the heart of my fantasies, but there is one thing."
"What's that?"
I decided to show Ann rather than tell her, to test the point. I walked over to where she was standing and placed my hand under her chin to tilt it up so that I could kiss her. We had never exchanged this form of intimacy and Ann was not about to make it easy. She turned her head slightly so that I kissed her cheek.
I knew then that I had to say what was on my mind, actually what I had only come to realize that day. "Ann it's not enough for you to find ways to entertain me, to please me. As great as that is there needs to be more." The words were now pouring out from me, uncensored by forethought. "I care about you, I think about you, you are in all senses my partner here and you are devoted to me but I want this to be good for you too. I want to know what you want, what you think, what makes you feel good. You are not merely an object for me, I want to hug you, touch you, feel you and know you."
I was taken aback by the force of what I was saying. I reached for Ann again. This time I felt her melt against me. I sought her lips and as we kissed, as my tongue met with hers, I tasted the salt of her tears.
That night we had dinner together. Our intense lovemaking that evening bound us together in a way that our prior contacts had not. Our discussion was frank and, for the first time, intimate.
"I hadn't planned to tell you how I felt Ann, it just poured out and I am glad it did. You have to know that you have become the single most important person in my life and you had to know how I feel. And what you real ly had to know more than anything else, is that I care about you."
"That means a lot to me, Bob-more than you probably realize. I don't know how things between us will change. It's too much for me to think about now, but there are some things I do know."
"What's that?"
"When I went to work for you, it was my mission to excite you, to try and figure out what your fantasies are and to try and make them come true. I had to try and figure them out by seeing how you reacted to the different things I tried. In a sense that was my job. Whatever is happening between us, I don't want that to change. It pleases me now for different or maybe additional reasons to continue to try and direct the tableaux which will capture your imagination and surprise you too. That won't change. But knowing that you feel something about me, me and not just my body, is going to make a difference."
"But, Bob," Ann continued "maybe some day we can talk about it and maybe some day I'll understand it better but you have to know that turning you on, and even turning on other people, is one of the things that I get off on too."
There was no mistaking the fact that evening that our relationship was changing. Later that night Ann returned with me to my apartment. In my bedroom, Ann seemed eager to replay the afternoon's event. I had something else in mind, I wanted to be giving too, so while not depriving Ann of the opportunity to bathe my genitals again with her delightful mouth, I positioned myself to return the favor. Ann had a very clean and wholesome taste and I found a double reward as I buried my face between her legs. First, making Ann respond to me made me feel good, made me feel more equal in the relationship. The second benefit was that concentrating on tasting and teasing Ann displaced the focus which would have otherwise been on her activities on me and prolonged each of our pleasure. When we were done, Ann snuggled next to me. She did have one more caution to express: "Bo b," she said "This aspect of our relationship must be kept to ourselves." She explained,"You cannot let any of the other girls in the office think that you view me any differently than you view them. If it is going to work, you have to deal with me in their presence, in sexual terms, as impersonally as you deal with them." I understood the wisdom in her statement.
Over the next weeks Ann took charge of planning our Tuesday and Thursday sessions. After the first few sessions Ann devised a little game. As each of my staff came into our playroom (we had put in a fold out couch and some other comfortable chairs in a spare office) they would draw from a little bag either one of two blue or red marbles. The two who drew the red marbles were charged with serving my needs that day; the two who drew the blue marbles were designated to relate to each other if they wished or engage in individual recreation. Ann, Maria and Allie were generally eager to make love to each other, Jodi did not seem enthusiastic about sex with other women. In fact the only times she would participate in that type of activity was an adjunct to being in a threesome with me.
Home Life and Retail Plans – February 1978
Shortly after the first of the year I moved to a penthouse duplex condominium in a new highrise that had opened on 71st Street just off Park Avenue. Ann had moved in to that apartment as well, taking one of the five b edrooms. Ann had become sort of a sexual confessor for me. she constantly asked me how I liked the various scenarios she had established for me. She was well tapped in to my voyeuristic penchant as I was to her exhibit ionism. I had acknowledged to her that "fresh" opportunities were always welcome, if not needed and she promised to keep me always presented with new opportunities.
Ann had assumed day-to-day responsibility for managing my household as well as my business for me too. We had two live in help who shared the responsibility for cleaning, running household errands and cooking. Clara an d Sara were twin sisters who were from Brazil. They had taken formal lessons in cooking and were probably well overqualified for their position. As usual it was Ann's generosity with my salary and Ann's ability to sense kindred souls that had them working with me.
Ann had trained them to act as butlers for me. Each morning either Clara or Sara would wake me, bringing into my room the morning papers, a glass of freshly squeezed juice, a roll or muffin and a mug of black coffee.
Being woken up each morning by a beautiful, naked person helped to set a nice tone for the day. Whoever had wake-up duty would attend me in the shower or bath, help me get dressed and, from time to time, relieve a par ticular tension which may have arisen. About once every two weeks, Ann would share my bed. On the occasions when Ann spent the night with me, she would have the benefits of Clara or Sara's morning assistance; otherwise Ann's meals were prepared by Clara or Sara but the twins had not other duties for her.
Ann discovered one problem I was having one morning when Clara showed up with coffee for me and a pot of tea for Ann. Actually, I assumed it was Clara as I could not distinguish between the two sisters. Clara and Sara were each about 5'6" tall and 23 years old. They had dark complexions, nicely rounded rears and full breasts which they carried high on their chests. I mentioned my difficulty distinguishing between Clara and Sara to