Personal sexual encounter narrative with no clear political or financial connections

Beach, but it had it’s own witchery feel to it. Another unseen side to this Man I was coming to know. We both undressed and J followed Jeffrey into the steam room first. He loved feeling clean, teaching me that the steam would deplete the toxins from your skin, which was great during a massage when your blood flow is being replenished. I grabbed his foot out of instinct, knowing I had to be constantly on alert to keep this man satisfied. He looked down at me with-a nod and reclined back against the wall as the steam pored in, this was his idea of alleviation. [ worked up to his calves and within a few more minutes, he said he was ready for his massage on the bed. We got out and towel dried off, both still nude, he asked me to stay undressed, then we headed to massage bed in the middle of the room. He lay down on the bed and told me to tum on the CD player on the wall hutch, where all of the oils and lotions were set out, I hit play and a collection of mixed classical symphonies began to fill the silence. I could tell he wasn’t in one of those moods to be uplifted with idle chat, so | remained silent, letting him enjoy my slow movements, making my way up his body. My instincts told me I was right about his mood, as he seemed to appreciate the quietness of moment and the leisurely of the strokes I was using to massage him. When I got to his scalp he turned over, and grabbed my hand to put on his erect manhood. No words spoken yet, I took the gesture and initiated what I had been taught over the last week. While pleasing my master his hands groped my young flesh, penetrating my insides with his fingers, he was only concerned with what he wanted, as If | was a new car out for a test drive and he was pressing his new gadgets. His soft moans were soon brought to louder heaves of breath and my job was done. No intimate kisses, or sweet pillow talk. He showed his appreciation with money, never attachment. We concluded with a shower and he told me he had some business to conduct. He walked me to the lift and told me go to the next level and my room was the first one on the right, it had an intercom in which he can contact me when needed. I hit number 5 on the lift and took his directions to my room. I opened the door to this massive loft, the size of an adequate house. I walked down the long hall and my eyes took in the magnificence of my surroundings. It was a room fit for royalty, and later would find out had been stayed in by some. The room was trimmed in gold paint and had another eerie tapestry on the main wall as feature. There was a T.V and a huge king sized bed, with goose feathered comforter and pillows. All of the glitter from Jeffrey’s lifestyle he was offering me finally covered the last bit of sight I had left and I let go of my consciousness. Excited by my enthralling day, not having anyone around to have to act reserved, I jumped into the soft bed and lay looking around, thinking about how quick life could change based upon one swift decision. Dazing BA Fl Copyright Protected Material CONFIDENTIAL GIUFFRE004170 into the artistry, the intercom buzzed on the telephone next to the bed and it was a housemaid letting me know Jeffrey wanted to see me in his office now. “Already” I thought to myself, I was just getting settled in. I was worried I was going to get lost in this ancient museum, but I got myself back to his office with no trouble, it was kind of hard to miss. I knocked at the slightly ajar door and Jeffrey called for me to enter. I walked over to his desk, where he was just ending a phone call and he opened his duffel bag full of money. “T’ll be out at my other office for most of the day, so instead of being locked inside | thought you should go do some sightseeing for the day since it is your first trip to the Big Apple” He didn’t count how much he was giving me he just handed mea bundle out of the banded $100 dollar bills. He knew just how pull the right strings, making me squeal in delight and give him a kiss in the cheek, since we were never really emotionally intimate, it would be odd to act in any other way, but he seemed to like it. I ran upstairs to get dressed for “City” shopping and put my make-up on, then hit the streets of N.Y.C, looking for a place to start spending this load of dosh. When I got to the end of 72" street on Sth Avenue, I had no idea which way to turn, left or right. 1 thought I’d just follow the lights past Central Park and see the local sights on my way. My eyes were once again peeled back in splendor. I had never imagined a place so busy with the hustle and bustle of all the walks of life. My first stop was to buy a disposable camera and I was off taking photos of every wonder that caught my attention. I didn’t do much shopping as I had planned too; | was having too much fun exploring this capacious metropolitan. When it started to hit dusk I began walking back to Jeffrey’s but not before stopping off to enjoy a giant slice of pepperoni pizza, it was the best | had ever had, and considering | was going back to Jeffrey’s chickpea and tofu salad’s or such. I really hated the healthy cuisine served by Jeffrey’s personal chef. I was a naturally skinny girl, never watching what I ate and to eat that food I might as well have chewed on hay. I strolled back to Jeffrey’s and was missed. Ghislane scolded me “You shouldn’t have been gone so long young lady”, “We need to know where you are at all times, you are on call for Jeffrey” I started to apologize, feeling guilty, I didn’t want them to think I didn’t take my job with them seriously. She cut off my explanation with a short conclusion to this conversation “We will get you a cell phone tomorrow, so we can always find you”. I thanked her for her generosity, and she dismissed me to my room. So I wasn’t even needed after all, it was just a way for her to place me deeper in their control. The next few days I was on call, as Ghislane said I’d be. Venturing out to the city for only an hour or so at a time, I looked most forward to my outings. | would return to Jeffrey’s 38 1 Copyright Protected Material GIUFFREOO4 171 HOUSE_OVERSIGHT_021163