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NWS touches my wife in public. If she goes off with him, I will not object.”
    “That’s not all.”
    “I will drive them, the black man and my wife, to wherever he wants to go. I’ll wait in the car or pick her up in the morning. If he wishes me to watch what he does....what they do together, I will and will not object in any way.”
    “What about number six?’
    “There’s a lot in number six. I’m to buy her the clothes the black man tells me to buy. I’m to feel honored if a black lover chooses to stay at our house. I’m to give her money if she wishes to buy her black lover a gift and I’m to pay for their hotel or motel room. I’m to help make her as desirable as possible for her black lovers.”
    “Number eight.”
    “I’m to do whatever her black lover tells me to do. If a number of black men are to...to use her I’m to accept that and even to deliver her to them if they wish. I’m not to have any sex at all with my wife during the ninety day period of the contract.”
    Watts nodded and, opening his eyes, leaned forward. “Good. Knowing what’s in the contract and following it are two different things. Failure to observe the requirements will result in punishment that may be administered to you, to your wife, and even to her old and frail grandparents. Do both of you understand that?”
    Together they answered, “Yes.”
    Paul hesitated then leaned forward, “I was wondering if...if...the black men who...who...use Ann can also....” he couldn’t finish.
    Watts laughed, “You mean can they shove their big black dicks up your ass and in your mouth?” Paul nodded. Watts continued, “I doubt very much if they’d want to, but the answer is no. They will order you about, make you serve them, make you bring your wife to them, sometimes make you watch, but they won’t fuck you or order you to suck their cocks. Why would they when they have your beautiful young wife to service them?” Paul sat back, relieved. “Red or white? he asked. They looked puzzled. “Wine,” he said, “do you prefer red or white?”
    “Red,” Paul said. Ann nodded.
    He signaled Rona, “Three Marchese Anbinon Chianti.” The Chinese woman poured three goblets of the wine which Rona served. Both Paul and Ann thanked her. Watts sipped his, and then placed the glass on his desk. “You both should know that while you were off on a shopping spree yesterday I had a crew go into your house and install video cameras in every room except the bathrooms. My men must have done a good job because it’s obvious you haven’t noticed them.”
    Paul started to rise but sat back down, “That isn’t in the contracts,” he said, his face red with anger.
    “No, it isn’t.” Watts leaned forward. “Both contracts make it clear that for the next ninety days your wife belongs to the NWS. She’s ours. We’ve invested a good deal of money in her. The videos are there to protect our investment. They are also there to provide me and some senior members with amusement.” He pressed a button on his desk. Behind and slightly above him a wall panel slid open to reveal ten video screens, one for each room in the house and one for the basement. He opened his desk drawer and pulled out a keyboard. By clicking on various keys he could view each room from different angles. By moving a curser across a pad he could focus in on a particular place in each room and could enlarge the view.
    Ann stared wide eyed at the screen, “Oh my God,” she whispered.
    “Of course the cameras are equipped with tapes so that even when I’m not here they will be recording.” He sat back and observed them, “You should know the cameras are activated by movement. They go on as soon as there’s movement in the room and shut down when there’s no movement.”
    “That means we have absolutely no privacy in our own house,” Paul said.
    “Not quite true. There are no cameras in either bathroom. I warn you not to tamper with them. You will be able to tell when