Angela was born to community living. Although strong willed, she appeared to integrate well with all our families and was keen to please in every way. When Des came home Angela rushed outside to get her suitcase. I hardly had time to explain anything to them about Angela's rapid acceptance of our culture. Cat led her into the bedroom, adjacent to our large playroom and kept her occupied in conversation while I brought the men up to date. Both Ken and Des were pleased that she was to sleep with us, amenable to sex as Kate had been.
After dinner Angela helped Cat clear up, totally at ease among all of us now. During the course of dinner I explained that I would be busy tomorrow, telling her that she could stay with Margaret until we picked her up for the evening meal. She accepted this without any question, mainly because she was keen to see the mansion and explore the grounds. She was just like a child in a sweet store, eagerly seeking information about the private areas that we enjoyed. She had relished the limited opportunities at Angel Falls to walk around nude allowing the elements to caress her whole body. She had implored Kate to tell her more about us but was frustrated by her strange secrecy. She was glad that we had been so open with her. She didn't consider herself as a child anymore. I promised fulfilment of all her desires, during her stay with us.
Angela proved to have very few sexual hang-ups, taking to group sex activity far more easily than I would have expected. Cat was euphoric when Angela eagerly returned her initial advances in their first sexual involvement. Angela was not inhibited in any way by the rest of my family. When Des indicated his desire to join in she welcomed his attention. Although she was reticent to try the anal approach she allowed him to lubricate her tiny rosebud, telling him to take it slowly. Her initial fears proved unfounded and although she didn't climax through his efforts, at first, she cheerfully allowed him to continue until he spent his seed inside her. She loved the freedom to experiment in a loving environment and was rewarded with multiple climaxes when she took her turn in our love seat.
The next morning we showed her around the property before taking the ski-boat over to Kent's house for our usual morning exercises with the others. Angela loved the amenities and took the opportunity to join the rest of the girls as they worked out and swam in the pool.
After a busy day, during which I often thought of Angela and how Margaret may be coping with her outgoing personality and numerous questions, I found myself eagerly looking forward to picking Angela up. I went over on the Jet Ski while Cat relaxed by the jetty. I saw her helping Cameron in the garden while Margaret was tending some shrubs, closer to the house. Margaret adored her, commenting that Angela was now convinced that the proposal to move to Maple Lake was the best thing that ever happened to her.
"She's so adaptable, taking an interest in everything from gardening to my design studio." Lowering her voice, she confided;
"She's got a real business head on her too, you know. We talked about the restaurant and our plans to expand. You should listen to some of her ideas. She's a real dynamo."
Praise like this was unusual from Margaret. She tended to be more cautionary and hesitant to accept change. My estimation of Angela as a visionary and a capable assistant in the future was now decided. Kent was right, yet again!
One interesting piece of information did come to light.
Margaret had spoken to her at some length about the benefits of our BDSM based discipline and obedience rules. During their conversation Margaret had the impression that Angela appeared to be well read on the subject. Margaret had the strangest feeling that Angela had influenced Lance and Kate into joining the Club at Taylor's Ridge, in some way. Margaret's intuition was normally unerring. It would certainly explain Angela's rapid assimilation and acceptance of our unconventional way of life. The idea seemed preposterous, given her age and relative sexual inexperience. It was food for thought.
I called Angela toward us.
I took Angela back to Rome, showing her how the Jet Ski operated. I encouraged her to try driving me around the immediate area. She was quickly driving the machine like an expert, throttling up and doing tight turns with no problem. I told her to practice on her own for a while. Cat and I watched while she took off, noting her agility in shifting her weight to make turns seem effortless. By any standards she was quite beautiful. During our morning workout she had energy to spare as she tried all the equipment in the gym and she was an accomplished swimmer.
"She's blending right in to our family." I commented.
She squeezed my arm.
"We'll just have to make sure that the other tenant decides to sell his interest in the restaurant, Barb. I know Angela would be keen to take it on."
Cat was right, tomorrow we should show Angela through the premises and let her have some input toward the new development. It may give me the opportunity to test Margaret's theory.
I thought of Kate, how she had seemed so nervous when referring to Angela or her background. Angela had seduced her, she had emphasised. Certainly the innocent young lady had the leadership qualities and basic intelligence combined with an extraordinary lack of sexual inhibition. Last night she had joined with us in a wide variety of sex acts, apparently enjoying the experience as much as we did.
She was a delightful addition to our conventional repertoire of group activity, making herself available to both sexes. In deference to her age, we had refrained from what may have been considered more unusual activity.
I made up my mind that we should all go out to the restaurant for dinner tonight, when the men arrived home. I gave Angela a choice of three suitable togas to wear. She tried them all before selecting one, similar in length to the ones that Cat and I worn on our first visit to Angel Falls as the most suitable. It was one that required care in windy situations but was otherwise decent to wear in public.
There weren't an enormous number of other patrons at dinner but for the time of the week it was busy enough. The lessee's wife doubled as waitress during weekdays and her husband did most of the cooking. They had a staff of ten available during the busier holiday periods but tonight there was only two in evidence. She was surprised to see us because she knew we owned Lakeside, with its vastly superior facilities and variety of light entertainment.
We walked around after the orders were placed, noting the general presentation of the premises and the magnificent lake views from the outdoor tables on the rear terrace of the building. Although the basic furniture was clean, some of the other decor items had outlived their usefulness in an upmarket operation. I already knew that the kitchen equipment was dated and in need of replacement. It was fine for a day operation but would need substantial upgrading to attract the kind of business that Lakeside now catered to.
Entertainment consisted of piped music and a folk guitarist on Saturday evening. There was no dance floor, or even a small stage.
Even now, there was no toilet facilities downstairs. I had found that out to my embarrassment on my very first visit with Des. Ladies still had to walk up open treaded stairs to the mezzanine facilities.
Angela wasn't intimidated. She returned after a few minutes, just as our meals were served. For the duration of the meal and later, over drinks, Angela outlined her thoughts on the potential she saw. Following renovations, as we had outlined them to her, she felt that the business was a good opportunity for Lance and Kate. She casually mentioned the difficult access to the restrooms.
This brought a predictable response from Des as he recalled our first visit, telling the story from his point of view. I detected more that a hint of interest from Angela as Des told the story of my early discomfort with public exhibitionism and how he helped me overcome it. By the time we were ready to go, the lessee had sent a message asking if he might speak to me privately.
I told them I would call in tomorrow morning if that suited them, on my way into town. Des paid the bill later on and the lessee's wife gave him a manila envelope addressed to me, asking him to show it to me before the morning's scheduled meeting. In spite of the fact that I had mentioned a week as being the deadline for a decision, the large envelope contained most of the figures I needed to assess a fair price for the business. I hadn't gone there to pressure him in any way but it seemed that the lessees had made up their minds to sell, indicating that I should prepare to negotiate at tomorrow's meeting.
Our intention had been to proceed to Lakeside after dinner but the contents of the envelope needed our attention. Angela was more than willing to discuss the information with me. She had marvelled at the potential of the lakefront business, in the right hands.
She told me Lance had mentioned the restaurant specifically when he came back from his last holiday at Maple Lake. Lance had realised for some time that the limits of his existing business were already reached. I told her that he had also brought the matter to my attention at last Sunday's meeting. What he hadn't been aware of, at that time, was the possibility that the lease may be coming up for sale. I had indicated to him on Wednesday that he would have first option if the present tenants wished to sell.
