(http://pics.plentyoffish.com/dating/80/31/tvady155kh_132595482-2.jpg)<br/>Marc arrived to the facility around mid-afternoon, as were his instructions. He had no idea why he had been chosen, among all the people that had been invited, to act as the host, but it had its perks. The enormous mansion on the top of a large hillside overlooked the city on one side, and wilderness on another. It had gigantic windows overlooking both, but was so secluded that there wasn't much fear of the event being seen by anyone outside of the facility.<br/><br/>After his initial exploration of the mansion, he was even more curious as to the identity of the benefactor who was allowing him and the other guests to use this amazing estate. It would have been amazing to just spend the weekend here, enjoying the view, food, and drink.<br/><br/>The fact that owner had organized what looked to be an epic orgy was quite the bonus.<br/><br/>He had gotten the letter a week ago. He thought it was peculiar, because he hadn't gotten a piece of postal mail in months. It was a handwritten letter, explaining that he had been invited to the estate for nothing less than to experience something he had secretly yearned to try, an orgy.<br/><br/>Of course, Marc had his initial suspicions. It seemed far too good to be true. Yet on the letter had been a instant messenger screen name, and he contacted it immediately. From there, the benefactor, whom asked to only be called "D", shared pictures, answered questions, and by the end had convinced Marc that he was, indeed, as lucky as he had suspected. Marc would have taken the opportunity even if the whole thing would be tape recorded for "D's" viewing pleasure, but Marc was assured that it couldn't be further from the truth, none of them would be recorded. "D" was accustomed to having a few married men or women attend, and would never risk exposing his guest's infidelities.<br/><br/>Marc was told that he would be joined by a group of others who had gotten a similar letters and instructions. It was made clear that the benefactor would not be joining them at any time. In fact, the bank-roller and organizer of the event would be out of the state, but had also done this many times before with other groups. All that needed to be done was to elect someone to welcome the initial guests, assure them that this was real (and not by his own hands), and to tell them to enjoy. It would not be mandatory for newcomers to find Marc, but only that he be a sort of host in "D's" absence.<br/><br/>The house, besides it's immensity and comfortable accommodations, had multiple rooms with exotic sexual equipment, furniture, toys, and to his shock, drugs and alcohol of every description. He was told that they were to indulge in any that they wished. So long as no lasting damage was done to the house, they were to do as they pleased for the weekend.<br/><br/>Many of the rooms sported an assortment of mirrors along the walls, floors, and ceiling. When he passed by them, he saw his tall, tan skinned reflection looking back at him. He had short light brown hair, the front of which was styled upward. He wore a maroon dress shirt and black slacks, as he had been unsure about the dress code for orgies. His ice blue eyes scanned the rooms and comforts, nervous only that he hoped that this event indeed went as it had been promised, and that he'd make the most of it.<br/><br/>Marc  had just begun to reach the end of his glass of 15 year old bourbon on the rocks when he saw another figure approach up the drive.