"I'll do it," Sharon said. "Can you bear to be without me for six months, Jim?"
"If it'll make you happy, Sharon, I'll deal with it."
The two lovers then embraced and made love one last time before Sharon would begin her six months of excitement.
One Week Later... The limosine rolled to a stop in front of Castle Farnsworth, home of the eccentric millionaire Rufus T. Farnsworth. The European oil baron had been most eager to accept Sharon's offer to answer his ad. "I was beginning to think nobody would be interested," he had said to her when she called. The butler took Sharon's suitcases and told her to wait in the main sitting room. Mr. Farnsworth would be along shortly, she was told.
The main sitting room was quite extravagent. Despite the stone castle walls, the room had a certain level of warmth to it. Magazines were spread on the table and cans of soda and juice lined the mini-fridge. Portraits of Farnsworth kin hung on the walls, as well as news clippings of the millionaire's past business dealings.
Sharon heard the door open and expected Mr. Farthsworth to enter. Instead she was greeted by two women, each stunningly attractive.
"Hi, I'm Cindy," the tall one said. She was dressed in a casual blouse and jeans which emphasized her magnificent bust and tight butt.
"I'm Heather," the shorter one said as she adjusted her T-shirt and skirt. "They told me that nobody else was going to be here."
"Hi, I'm Sharon," Sharon said, introducing herself, "I was told the same thing. I guess we all called on the same day or something."
"That must be it," a man's voice said. The girls turned to see eccentric millionaire Rufus T. Farnsworth enter the room. He wore a dark suit, complete with cape. "Welcome to my home," he said, "You will find your rooms upstairs. Just take the third staircase and then turn left. You'll find your names on the door of your room. I must insist that unless I say otherwise you not visit each other in your rooms."
Sharon started to question that, but decided just to go with the flow.
"You'll find your suitcases upstairs, however my staff has taken the liberty of removing your clothes from the bags," Farnsworth said.
"Oh, you're going to have them dry cleaned," Cindy said with glee, "How nice!"
"Not exactly," the millionaire replied, "For the extent of your stay here you will be required to be naked at all times. You will have your clothing returned at the end of your stay. Now, go upstairs and strip. Then we will meet for dinner. I hope you all like chicken."
Sharon was somewhat surprised at this directive, but she wasn't here to do the same old boring stuff. She followed Cindy and Heather upstairs, found her bedroom, and stripped naked.
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