Virginia Roberts Giuffre’s unpublished memoir The Billionaire’s Playboy Club recounts her recruitment into Jeffrey Epstein’s world as a 16-year-old working at Mar-a-Lago, where she says Ghislaine Maxwell lured her in with promises of opportunity and travel. The manuscript describes how she became trapped in Epstein’s orbit, allegedly forced into sexual encounters with powerful men, including Prince Andrew, and ferried across his properties in New York, Florida, and the Virgin Islands. Giuffre paints a detailed picture of coercion, psychological manipulation, and the disturbing normalization of exploitation within Epstein’s high-society circle.
In this episode, we begin our journey through that memoir.
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In this episode, we begin our journey through that memoir.
to contact me:
bobbycapucci@protonmail.com
source:
Virgina Giuffre Billionaire's Playboy Club | DocumentCloud
Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-epstein-chronicles--5003294/support.
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
What's up, everyone, and welcome to another episode of the
Epstein Chronicles. In this episode, we're going to pick up
where we left off with Virginia Robert's memoir The Billionaires
Playboy Club, convincing myself in order to succeed, I had
to step up from being a girly teenager and start
thinking like a young woman. It would be my ticket
(00:20):
to a great career and a fortunate in life, I
told myself, So what if I had to bargain my
body to these rich old geezers. Some girls get themselves
through college by becoming a stripper and using their bodies
to pay for degrees. Others go down even worse paths.
I guess it was just another way to fathom the
road I was going down. The effectiveness of the lies
(00:41):
I forced myself to believe was working. As I continued
to tell myself, I had to make it any way
I could, rather than ever letting myself sleep on the
streets again, I was trading one shocking lifestyle for another,
thinking I was choosing the right one. If I could
go back in time to ever meet myself, I would
choose this time in my life. I'd start with a
(01:02):
good heart, smack to the head to first shake some
things up in there, and next I would tell that
girl that she could actually make it on her own
if she just worked hard at earning an honest wage
and built her life up slowly. There's no rush or
time limit to ever stop reaching for achievement. Sadly enough,
I probably wouldn't have even believed myself anyways. Learning my
(01:23):
life's hard lessons through the experiences, I continued to suffer.
I went to work at mar A Lago that day,
trying hard not to think of what lay ahead in
the afternoon to come. But the later the hour got,
the more distinguished the nots became in my stomach. I
spoke to no one of the details to my explicit interview,
(01:44):
but told one girl how I was happy I was
now officially studying massage therapy. Another lie. My friend was
surprised and intrigued that these people, who could afford the
best of the best of therapists in the world would
choose an untrained fifteen year old girl to perform massage.
She never said it in words, but her body language
(02:06):
told me she knew exactly why they wanted to use me,
and it wasn't for a therapeutic reason, and deep down
inside I understood the rest of the afternoon slipped away quickly,
and before I knew it, I was standing before those
large wooden doors, again, giving a moment's pause, but long
enough to draw in my breath and exhale some of
(02:26):
the anxiety before ringing the doorbell. One answered the door
again and told me Golayne would be down in a
few moments, and asked to follow him to the kitchen.
There was a pleasant looking young girl with blonde spirals
in her hair that glanced up from the mound to
paperwork before Her shocking blue eyes and appealing English accent
seemed delightful, and she introduced herself as Emmy, Golayne's personal assistant.
(02:51):
I introduced myself as Jenna, which is what most people
knew me as, and I told her I was on
an employment trial to become Jeffrey's massage therapist. She had
a cooise smile on her face that told me she
knew exactly what I was on trial for, and something
in my gut told me this wasn't the first time
a young girl had been trialed for the same position
I was about to fill. We were only chatting for
(03:14):
a moment before Glayne appeared and told me Jeffrey was
ready for his massage. I was led through the extensively
large house to the winding staircase that would lead me
up to the same dreaded room where I would have
to reenact last night's performance. I wasn't far away from wrong.
I gave Jeffrey a massage, with Glene leading the way again.
This time, we surprisingly made it to the front of
(03:35):
his body, and she continued to show me how to
massage all the way up to his stomach, pushing my
hands in a spiraling clockwise circle motion to not disrupt
the bowels, and then we came up to his chest.
He couldn't dare contain himself for one second longer, telling
me to put my lips on his nipples and give
them a kiss. Jeffrey moaned in pleasure, and Glaine started
(03:57):
to undress me from behind. Within moments, I was completely
naked and Golaine had her top off. She was cressing
my body with her hands while Jeffrey moved his hands
down to stroke his loins while he watched her and
I kiss and touch each other. I didn't know if
she was doing this for the sake of his eye candy,
but she sure did act like she loved having the
(04:18):
control over me, telling me what to do throughout the
entire threesome. Jeffrey's climax was always the end of our sessions,
and this time he wanted to have me make a
morgasm orally. Afterwards, we went for the ritualistic steam room,
this time with Glaanne joining in with us for a conversation.
She asked me to massage your feet this time while
(04:38):
we were in the steam room, showing me that Jeffrey
wasn't the only one I had to take care of.
We all had a shower next, and then we all
went downstairs to pay me and have Juan drop me
off back home. The following afternoon, I received a call
at work. Surprisingly, it was Golaine asking me to come
over when I got off of work. Again, the compliance
(04:59):
side of me took go and I told her I
look forward to meeting with them today instead of telling
her to go screw herself for lying to me and
making me degrade myself more each time I saw them.
I finished work for the day and my dad brought
me over to Lbrio Away again, where the vultures were
patiently waiting in their lair. He wished me well as
(05:19):
I hopped off of his big truck, looking ever so
much like his little girl again. I gave him a
smile and a wave as he drove down the long driveway,
waiting for him to suddenly turn back and not leave
me alone to my task. I shook myself out of
my calamity and put on my big girl's face. Juan
brought me into the kitchen again and I waited for Golaine.
(05:42):
He offered me a cold drink and some fruit on
a platter. I accepted and was grateful for the rejuvenation
before I went to work again. It wasn't long before
Golaine approached me from behind with a cold, intense look
in the eye. I jumped from my seat, feeling like
maybe I shouldn't have been eating and drinking while on
the job, as her demeanor seemed annoyed and temperamental in
(06:03):
the second that she appeared. She told me I would
be on my own today and she had business to
attend to, so make sure I remembered what she taught
me as my child depended on it. Chapter five. I
walked up the stairs by myself, this time taking in
more of the decor noticing. The more I looked around,
the more I noticed a different girl and each photograph
(06:24):
in his collection of half nude and topless girls on
display around his mansion. I couldn't believe how many girls
there were. It's not like Jeffrey was much to look at.
He was an aging man in his early fifties, with
shiny gray hair and characteristic lines drawn down his face,
as if he had seen harder days, with no prospects
of ever settling down or having a family of his own.
(06:47):
Jeffrey treated us girls like a piece of clothing he
could try on for the day and get rid of
the next. So why were there so many girls in
these photos? I wondered to myself if I would end
up one of these girls among his collection of forgotten
relationships and broken promises. I continued to make my way
up the stairs, and as if all my senses were
(07:09):
heightened from my bare nerves being exposed, I could smell
the cleaning detergents recently used by the housekeepers, and my
observations of shade of lighting through the concealed blinds. As
I entered Jeffrey's bedroom appeared golden, and the sound of stillness,
except for the thud of my rapid heart beating, all
made me more aware of how nervous I was to
be on my own. Not that Golayne was anything of
(07:31):
a comfort, but I didn't know what to expect or
how I was going to lead myself into upholding my
obligation in pleasing them. I would hope for the best,
I thought, trying to uplift my confidence. As I opened
the door to the massage room with the typical scene
of Jeffrey laying naked face down in the massage bed
waiting for his entertainment. It was dejah vous all over again,
(07:54):
repeating what Klainne had taught me, with him commenting on
what else I should be doing. Until it got to
the end, I was expected to grant him all of
his spoken desires. We finished up with the shower again
and he seemed very pleased in my contribution of myself
to him, giving in to his every request. He told
me to go ask Jan to pay me, as he
(08:15):
was lethargic after the massage an intimate affair between us
and now was going to have sleep. I walked back
downstairs and told Juan that Jeffrey was asleep and said
I had to ask him for my pay. He went
to Jeffrey's desk and took out the exact amount I
was owed, without even asking how much I normally get paid.
He then drove me home, only for me to be
(08:36):
back the next afternoon. The following week was a daily routine,
providing Jeffrey with massages and continuously being groomed to fulfill
all his needs, often joined by Miss Maxwell, and to
assist an Emmy for sexual trysts of all kinds. I
was mentally and physically exhausted from the week of working
and having to keep up with Jeffrey's strenuous late night activity.
(08:57):
I couldn't believe what I was doing, but it was
all starting to sink in fast. Most nights, when I
got home, I'd briefly say hi to Mom and Dad
before heading straight to my bedroom. I couldn't even sleep
well anymore. Closing my eyes at night, I would fight
the inevitable flood of thoughts, replaying the moments of shame
that ate away myself piece by piece. My only reasoning
(09:19):
being I had just to keep telling myself it would
all be worth it in the end this afternoon, Golayne
appeared to be in a much better mood. Instead of
taking me straight up to Jeffrey, she took me to
a yellow guest room where Emmy mostly stayed. It had
a balcony where Emmy was already outside, reading a magazine
and puffing on a cigarette. Golaine lit one up two
(09:40):
and then offered me one. I hadn't smoked cigarettes much
before besides trying to look cool in front of one
of my friends, but never really took to them. So
when I started to cough from the inholation of smoke,
the girls began to laugh and joke about my inexperience.
It was an icebreaker for all of us to laugh
and poke fun at me. I was then able to
give it back to them, saying I would rather be
(10:01):
an inexperienced non smoker than an old lady with a
raspy smoker's cough. I don't think Colaine was used to
somebody giving it back to her, but she seemed to
like it as long as she was able to have
the last say. I knew my boundaries, and she liked
that I wouldn't cross those invisible lines. All three of
us chatted like friends, and it started to feel like
(10:23):
some kind of strange relationship was butting. After about fifteen
minutes of chatting away, Golaine instructed me to wash my
hands thoroughly as Jeffrey hitted the smell of smokers, and
to follow her down the hallway to the massage room,
where he'll be expecting me shortly. I did what she
asked and sprayed myself with the body spray that I
always carried in my purse, and headed down the hallway
(10:44):
to Jeffrey's room. When I opened the door to the
massage room, surprisingly it was empty. I sat on the
already made up massage table and was careful not to
mess up the neatly folded towels on the end of
the bed. It was a good fifteen more minutes before
j Jeffrey he made his appearance. It was strange seeing
him in clothes for the first time. He wasn't wearing
what you would expect your typical billionaire attire to be.
(11:07):
He was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a Harvard sweatshirt,
which he began to remove immediately. This time, he wanted
to commence our session in the steam room, so I
began to undress as well. We went into the steam
room and he pushed a few buttons and the steam
began to pour from the marble. There was a bench
coming out of the wall that also was made out
(11:28):
of marble, that went from either side of the room
and had a step underneath it, where I was instructed
to sit on so that I could begin in and
giving Jeffrey his massage. Our conversation started off about simple
things like how was your day at work? And I
asked Jeffrey how his day was. Lounging around just being
polied to each other. He was acting out of character,
being a lot more attentive and conversing with me about
(11:50):
other things than sex or massages. For once, starting with
his heels, ankles, toes, and arches in the soles of
his feet, I massaged all the way up to his caps.
I took a lot more strength to massage in the
steam room without oils or lotions and the constant blowing
of steam in your face, making me twice as exerted.
I was beginning to really start to heat up when
(12:11):
the door to the room suddenly opened to reveal two
naked women, Golene and Emmy. Acted as if they came
in to join us for a steam bath, but my
instincts were telling me otherwise. At least the coal burst
of air and escape of steam revived me a bit.
So there was Jeffrey and Golane sitting on top of
this marble bench, each with the young girl at their feet.
(12:33):
Emmy and I continued with the massage until they were
ready to head into the shower. There were two shower
heads that Galaine and Jeffrey both stood under while they
were being lathered with soap and bubbles as we washed
their bodies. After the shower at Golaine led us into
Jeffrey's bed to finish today's session, with Emmy, Golaine and
I performing lesbian axe a foreplay on each other while
(12:55):
Jeffrey laid back and watched, stroking his manhood in much delight.
He brought himself the climax and the session was over
within moments. We all got dressed and went downstairs to
the kitchen for some refreshments, like nothing happened at all.
It was all so bizarre for me, the whole ordeal
with them. Since this all began, I could understand why
Glenn and Jeffrey had such an openly intimate relationship, but
(13:18):
yet never regarded themselves as partners. They rarely kissed and
never held hands or slept in the same bed. It
was more like a sexual arrangement between the two of them.
She brings in the girls for his peculiar taste, and
he supplies the lavish lifestyle she was accustomed to before
her family lost all of the fortune. I wasn't sure
how to act or feel, always obliging to their needs,
(13:41):
but reserved enough not to get attached, as if this
was invisible hierarchy, and by instinct I knew my place.
We all hung out in the kitchen for a while
before I asked when Wan could bring me home, as
I had to work in the morning and was tired.
They said no problem and called one on the intercom
right away, but said we'd all have something to talk
about tomorrow. I knew it had something to do with
(14:04):
my employment trial, and from there and the way they
were acting tonight, I could only assume I got the job.
But you never know. With these types of people. There
are friendships and partnerships can change like the weather. All right, folks,
that's going to do it? For this episode In the
next episode dealing with the topic, we're going to pick
up where we left off. All of the information that
(14:25):
goes with this episode can be found in the description box.
What's up, everyone, and welcome to another episode of the
Epstein Chronicles. In this episode, we're going to pick up
where we left off with Virginia Robert's memoir The Billionaires
Playboy Club, convincing myself in order to succeed, I had
to step up from being a girly teenager and start
thinking like a young woman. It would be my ticket
(00:20):
to a great career and a fortunate in life, I
told myself, So what if I had to bargain my
body to these rich old geezers. Some girls get themselves
through college by becoming a stripper and using their bodies
to pay for degrees. Others go down even worse paths.
I guess it was just another way to fathom the
road I was going down. The effectiveness of the lies
(00:41):
I forced myself to believe was working. As I continued
to tell myself, I had to make it any way
I could, rather than ever letting myself sleep on the
streets again, I was trading one shocking lifestyle for another,
thinking I was choosing the right one. If I could
go back in time to ever meet myself, I would
choose this time in my life. I'd start with a
(01:02):
good heart, smack to the head to first shake some
things up in there, and next I would tell that
girl that she could actually make it on her own
if she just worked hard at earning an honest wage
and built her life up slowly. There's no rush or
time limit to ever stop reaching for achievement. Sadly enough,
I probably wouldn't have even believed myself anyways. Learning my
(01:23):
life's hard lessons through the experiences, I continued to suffer.
I went to work at mar A Lago that day,
trying hard not to think of what lay ahead in
the afternoon to come. But the later the hour got,
the more distinguished the nots became in my stomach. I
spoke to no one of the details to my explicit interview,
(01:44):
but told one girl how I was happy I was
now officially studying massage therapy. Another lie. My friend was
surprised and intrigued that these people, who could afford the
best of the best of therapists in the world would
choose an untrained fifteen year old girl to perform massage.
She never said it in words, but her body language
(02:06):
told me she knew exactly why they wanted to use me,
and it wasn't for a therapeutic reason, and deep down
inside I understood the rest of the afternoon slipped away quickly,
and before I knew it, I was standing before those
large wooden doors, again, giving a moment's pause, but long
enough to draw in my breath and exhale some of
(02:26):
the anxiety before ringing the doorbell. One answered the door
again and told me Golayne would be down in a
few moments, and asked to follow him to the kitchen.
There was a pleasant looking young girl with blonde spirals
in her hair that glanced up from the mound to
paperwork before Her shocking blue eyes and appealing English accent
seemed delightful, and she introduced herself as Emmy, Golayne's personal assistant.
(02:51):
I introduced myself as Jenna, which is what most people
knew me as, and I told her I was on
an employment trial to become Jeffrey's massage therapist. She had
a cooise smile on her face that told me she
knew exactly what I was on trial for, and something
in my gut told me this wasn't the first time
a young girl had been trialed for the same position
I was about to fill. We were only chatting for
(03:14):
a moment before Glayne appeared and told me Jeffrey was
ready for his massage. I was led through the extensively
large house to the winding staircase that would lead me
up to the same dreaded room where I would have
to reenact last night's performance. I wasn't far away from wrong.
I gave Jeffrey a massage, with Glene leading the way again.
This time, we surprisingly made it to the front of
(03:35):
his body, and she continued to show me how to
massage all the way up to his stomach, pushing my
hands in a spiraling clockwise circle motion to not disrupt
the bowels, and then we came up to his chest.
He couldn't dare contain himself for one second longer, telling
me to put my lips on his nipples and give
them a kiss. Jeffrey moaned in pleasure, and Glaine started
(03:57):
to undress me from behind. Within moments, I was completely
naked and Golaine had her top off. She was cressing
my body with her hands while Jeffrey moved his hands
down to stroke his loins while he watched her and
I kiss and touch each other. I didn't know if
she was doing this for the sake of his eye candy,
but she sure did act like she loved having the
(04:18):
control over me, telling me what to do throughout the
entire threesome. Jeffrey's climax was always the end of our sessions,
and this time he wanted to have me make a
morgasm orally. Afterwards, we went for the ritualistic steam room,
this time with Glaanne joining in with us for a conversation.
She asked me to massage your feet this time while
(04:38):
we were in the steam room, showing me that Jeffrey
wasn't the only one I had to take care of.
We all had a shower next, and then we all
went downstairs to pay me and have Juan drop me
off back home. The following afternoon, I received a call
at work. Surprisingly, it was Golaine asking me to come
over when I got off of work. Again, the compliance
(04:59):
side of me took go and I told her I
look forward to meeting with them today instead of telling
her to go screw herself for lying to me and
making me degrade myself more each time I saw them.
I finished work for the day and my dad brought
me over to Lbrio Away again, where the vultures were
patiently waiting in their lair. He wished me well as
(05:19):
I hopped off of his big truck, looking ever so
much like his little girl again. I gave him a
smile and a wave as he drove down the long driveway,
waiting for him to suddenly turn back and not leave
me alone to my task. I shook myself out of
my calamity and put on my big girl's face. Juan
brought me into the kitchen again and I waited for Golaine.
(05:42):
He offered me a cold drink and some fruit on
a platter. I accepted and was grateful for the rejuvenation
before I went to work again. It wasn't long before
Golaine approached me from behind with a cold, intense look
in the eye. I jumped from my seat, feeling like
maybe I shouldn't have been eating and drinking while on
the job, as her demeanor seemed annoyed and temperamental in
(06:03):
the second that she appeared. She told me I would
be on my own today and she had business to
attend to, so make sure I remembered what she taught
me as my child depended on it. Chapter five. I
walked up the stairs by myself, this time taking in
more of the decor noticing. The more I looked around,
the more I noticed a different girl and each photograph
(06:24):
in his collection of half nude and topless girls on
display around his mansion. I couldn't believe how many girls
there were. It's not like Jeffrey was much to look at.
He was an aging man in his early fifties, with
shiny gray hair and characteristic lines drawn down his face,
as if he had seen harder days, with no prospects
of ever settling down or having a family of his own.
(06:47):
Jeffrey treated us girls like a piece of clothing he
could try on for the day and get rid of
the next. So why were there so many girls in
these photos? I wondered to myself if I would end
up one of these girls among his collection of forgotten
relationships and broken promises. I continued to make my way
up the stairs, and as if all my senses were
(07:09):
heightened from my bare nerves being exposed, I could smell
the cleaning detergents recently used by the housekeepers, and my
observations of shade of lighting through the concealed blinds. As
I entered Jeffrey's bedroom appeared golden, and the sound of stillness,
except for the thud of my rapid heart beating, all
made me more aware of how nervous I was to
be on my own. Not that Golayne was anything of
(07:31):
a comfort, but I didn't know what to expect or
how I was going to lead myself into upholding my
obligation in pleasing them. I would hope for the best,
I thought, trying to uplift my confidence. As I opened
the door to the massage room with the typical scene
of Jeffrey laying naked face down in the massage bed
waiting for his entertainment. It was dejah vous all over again,
(07:54):
repeating what Klainne had taught me, with him commenting on
what else I should be doing. Until it got to
the end, I was expected to grant him all of
his spoken desires. We finished up with the shower again
and he seemed very pleased in my contribution of myself
to him, giving in to his every request. He told
me to go ask Jan to pay me, as he
(08:15):
was lethargic after the massage an intimate affair between us
and now was going to have sleep. I walked back
downstairs and told Juan that Jeffrey was asleep and said
I had to ask him for my pay. He went
to Jeffrey's desk and took out the exact amount I
was owed, without even asking how much I normally get paid.
He then drove me home, only for me to be
(08:36):
back the next afternoon. The following week was a daily routine,
providing Jeffrey with massages and continuously being groomed to fulfill
all his needs, often joined by Miss Maxwell, and to
assist an Emmy for sexual trysts of all kinds. I
was mentally and physically exhausted from the week of working
and having to keep up with Jeffrey's strenuous late night activity.
(08:57):
I couldn't believe what I was doing, but it was
all starting to sink in fast. Most nights, when I
got home, I'd briefly say hi to Mom and Dad
before heading straight to my bedroom. I couldn't even sleep
well anymore. Closing my eyes at night, I would fight
the inevitable flood of thoughts, replaying the moments of shame
that ate away myself piece by piece. My only reasoning
(09:19):
being I had just to keep telling myself it would
all be worth it in the end this afternoon, Golayne
appeared to be in a much better mood. Instead of
taking me straight up to Jeffrey, she took me to
a yellow guest room where Emmy mostly stayed. It had
a balcony where Emmy was already outside, reading a magazine
and puffing on a cigarette. Golaine lit one up two
(09:40):
and then offered me one. I hadn't smoked cigarettes much
before besides trying to look cool in front of one
of my friends, but never really took to them. So
when I started to cough from the inholation of smoke,
the girls began to laugh and joke about my inexperience.
It was an icebreaker for all of us to laugh
and poke fun at me. I was then able to
give it back to them, saying I would rather be
(10:01):
an inexperienced non smoker than an old lady with a
raspy smoker's cough. I don't think Colaine was used to
somebody giving it back to her, but she seemed to
like it as long as she was able to have
the last say. I knew my boundaries, and she liked
that I wouldn't cross those invisible lines. All three of
us chatted like friends, and it started to feel like
(10:23):
some kind of strange relationship was butting. After about fifteen
minutes of chatting away, Golaine instructed me to wash my
hands thoroughly as Jeffrey hitted the smell of smokers, and
to follow her down the hallway to the massage room,
where he'll be expecting me shortly. I did what she
asked and sprayed myself with the body spray that I
always carried in my purse, and headed down the hallway
(10:44):
to Jeffrey's room. When I opened the door to the
massage room, surprisingly it was empty. I sat on the
already made up massage table and was careful not to
mess up the neatly folded towels on the end of
the bed. It was a good fifteen more minutes before
j Jeffrey he made his appearance. It was strange seeing
him in clothes for the first time. He wasn't wearing
what you would expect your typical billionaire attire to be.
(11:07):
He was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a Harvard sweatshirt,
which he began to remove immediately. This time, he wanted
to commence our session in the steam room, so I
began to undress as well. We went into the steam
room and he pushed a few buttons and the steam
began to pour from the marble. There was a bench
coming out of the wall that also was made out
(11:28):
of marble, that went from either side of the room
and had a step underneath it, where I was instructed
to sit on so that I could begin in and
giving Jeffrey his massage. Our conversation started off about simple
things like how was your day at work? And I
asked Jeffrey how his day was. Lounging around just being
polied to each other. He was acting out of character,
being a lot more attentive and conversing with me about
(11:50):
other things than sex or massages. For once, starting with
his heels, ankles, toes, and arches in the soles of
his feet, I massaged all the way up to his caps.
I took a lot more strength to massage in the
steam room without oils or lotions and the constant blowing
of steam in your face, making me twice as exerted.
I was beginning to really start to heat up when
(12:11):
the door to the room suddenly opened to reveal two
naked women, Golene and Emmy. Acted as if they came
in to join us for a steam bath, but my
instincts were telling me otherwise. At least the coal burst
of air and escape of steam revived me a bit.
So there was Jeffrey and Golane sitting on top of
this marble bench, each with the young girl at their feet.
(12:33):
Emmy and I continued with the massage until they were
ready to head into the shower. There were two shower
heads that Galaine and Jeffrey both stood under while they
were being lathered with soap and bubbles as we washed
their bodies. After the shower at Golaine led us into
Jeffrey's bed to finish today's session, with Emmy, Golaine and
I performing lesbian axe a foreplay on each other while
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Jeffrey laid back and watched, stroking his manhood in much delight.
He brought himself the climax and the session was over
within moments. We all got dressed and went downstairs to
the kitchen for some refreshments, like nothing happened at all.
It was all so bizarre for me, the whole ordeal
with them. Since this all began, I could understand why
Glenn and Jeffrey had such an openly intimate relationship, but
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yet never regarded themselves as partners. They rarely kissed and
never held hands or slept in the same bed. It
was more like a sexual arrangement between the two of them.
She brings in the girls for his peculiar taste, and
he supplies the lavish lifestyle she was accustomed to before
her family lost all of the fortune. I wasn't sure
how to act or feel, always obliging to their needs,
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but reserved enough not to get attached, as if this
was invisible hierarchy, and by instinct I knew my place.
We all hung out in the kitchen for a while
before I asked when Wan could bring me home, as
I had to work in the morning and was tired.
They said no problem and called one on the intercom
right away, but said we'd all have something to talk
about tomorrow. I knew it had something to do with
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my employment trial, and from there and the way they
were acting tonight, I could only assume I got the job.
But you never know. With these types of people. There
are friendships and partnerships can change like the weather. All right, folks,
that's going to do it? For this episode In the
next episode dealing with the topic, we're going to pick
up where we left off. All of the information that
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