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Oct. 28th, 2016 08:46 pmThis isn't a mansion. It's an estate.
The valet takes Kurtis' car outside of the gates, and drives it off to park in a lot next to all the others. (Sports cars and concept cars that look like they cost five times what he makes in a year, largely). The gatekeeper checks to make sure he's on the list, and sneers slightly at him as if judging him unworthy of the clientele just by his appearance.
He lets him in, though. The entire compound is walled off. It's easily a quarter of a mile down the driveway to the house, which can only be described as palatial.
Kurtis may not have been told what sort of party he was being invited to. He may get a clue, though, when in silhouette he can see a woman being bent over a balcony outside a room on the second floor, a male behind her. Gasps and squeals drift through the summer air.
The sounds of sex only get louder as he gets closer. When he gets to the entrance, the doors are pulled open by two servants, one male and one female. The male servant is wearing the tiniest of banana hammocks possible, his bulge large and prominent. The female servant is topless, in a tiny thong and garter belt. They bow deeply as Kurtis walks in.
And inside the main hall, there are no less than three couples in this one room alone. One of the servants sucks a guest's cock. A maid, her thong discarded, is being pinned between two visitors as they hold her in the air with a cock in three holes. Another maid is kneeling before a woman guest, who is lifting her skirt up so the maid can service her.
All around, he can hear squeals and gasps and cracks of whips.
The valet takes Kurtis' car outside of the gates, and drives it off to park in a lot next to all the others. (Sports cars and concept cars that look like they cost five times what he makes in a year, largely). The gatekeeper checks to make sure he's on the list, and sneers slightly at him as if judging him unworthy of the clientele just by his appearance.
He lets him in, though. The entire compound is walled off. It's easily a quarter of a mile down the driveway to the house, which can only be described as palatial.
Kurtis may not have been told what sort of party he was being invited to. He may get a clue, though, when in silhouette he can see a woman being bent over a balcony outside a room on the second floor, a male behind her. Gasps and squeals drift through the summer air.
The sounds of sex only get louder as he gets closer. When he gets to the entrance, the doors are pulled open by two servants, one male and one female. The male servant is wearing the tiniest of banana hammocks possible, his bulge large and prominent. The female servant is topless, in a tiny thong and garter belt. They bow deeply as Kurtis walks in.
And inside the main hall, there are no less than three couples in this one room alone. One of the servants sucks a guest's cock. A maid, her thong discarded, is being pinned between two visitors as they hold her in the air with a cock in three holes. Another maid is kneeling before a woman guest, who is lifting her skirt up so the maid can service her.
All around, he can hear squeals and gasps and cracks of whips.
