I was thinking of a front man, too. I did not want my name associated with this new venture, either on paper or anywhere else, if I could help it.From...the FBI, I had two possible administrators to run my new business; if I managed to get it going. Both had had shining careers, until they got derailed due to office politics. They were both very smart and I wanted them!One was retiring after a thirty-year career. The other had gone as far as she was likely to go, due to embarrassing her superiors. Fucking hell Aunty Joyce.....that'll be hundreds of miles of cock I'll be giving you...haha...might have to bring some mates around...reinforcements." Not funny....you'll be getting nothing if you keep that up, I'm a good girl" Oh yes....that's right...the woman who has dreams about her best friend using a huge didldo on her, and the son of the same woman was fucking is mother up her arse at the same time. Oh yes...missy goody two shoes...." Fuck...did I tell you that...shit." You told me. And that’s when I did it. I kissed her hand, and told her I loved her, and I wanted to make love to her, wanted to make her feel good, make her cum. It was brazen, I know, but I put all my cards down on the table.The look on her face was pure shock. She said that people don’t do this. That she was disgusted with me. She told me to go to my room, because she didn’t even know how to respond. So I went to grab my plate and glass, she told me to leave it, to go. I thought to myself that maybe I. They wanted to believe it was true, and that they had new found powers to woo, please and satisfy their partner.The aphrodisiac-laden dinner, cooked by our part-time retired chef looked delicious: griddled asparagus spears, oysters with ginger followed by avacado, banana and honey salad and chocolate chilli figs. The intimate dining room with flickering candle lights, smiling and flirting, was buzzing with excitement and our business plan seemed to be working.After coffee, the couples joined me.