Renee has to leave

You would have been content to lay there on top of the nubile Renee in the deckchair with the sun on your back for a long time, but not long after you feel your cock starting to retract from her pussy, Renee starts to squirm underneath you. You push yourself up and off her just enough so that you can look at her face.

"Something wrong?" you ask.

"No, it's just that I've got to go to class."

"Oh," you remark, your cock becoming free from Renee as you lean back and sit on the long tail of the deckchair, pulling Renee with you until she's sitting up. "Do you go to college?"

"Sort of." She smiles, like she's hiding a secret.

"Sort of? What does that mean? You're not still in high school, are you?" you joke, hoping it wasn't true. It's not that you would have done anything illegal, but the thought of it feels weird.

Renee bursts out into a giggle fit as she stands. "No. I haven't been in high school for years."

"Wait, what?!?" You're thoroughly confused at this point.

"I teach robotics and nuclear physics at NYU."

"What? But you're..."

"A child prodigy!" one of the girls in the pool yells over. Renee nods, beaming with pride, before she gives you a peck on the cheek and heads back into the house. Still surprised, you sit there by the pool and start thinking about how extraordinary Renee is. In fact, the more you had come to know the girls in the estate who were contract with Nigel, you realize that he didn't just bring in women for their looks. They were all talented in their own ways. You feel a little shame when you think about how that compares to you and the first person you had contractually bound to you, Alessandra Ambrosio. That was a decision based entirely on her looks. In fact, you hadn't even picked her out yourself, delegating the task to Abby, the brilliant lawyer, who carried out your wishes to perfection. It's a lot for you to think about, and while you spend the rest of the day by the pool, hanging out with the girls who come and go, your mind is preoccupied.

Eventually, as the sun starts to set, you head inside and actually put on some clothes. The freedom to walk around naked in a large estate with loads of beautiful women is liberating, but the novelty has worn off quickly and it's actually more enjoyed to be clothed, even if it's just jeans and a t-shirt. You don't know how nudists do it. Needing to clear your head, you decide to go for a walk. Just as you're about to reach for the front door, it opens.