<div class="floatleft">(http://www.homefurnituremag.com/wp-content/uploads/2009-08-london-luxury-mansion-living-room-design.jpg)</div><br/><div class="floatright">(http://pics.plentyoffish.com/dating/80/31/tvady155kh_132595482-2.jpg)</div><br/>Knowing what he was in for this time, Marc arrived to the mansion closer to the actual time indicated on the invitation than he had last year.<br/><br/>He was twice as shocked and half as incredulous as last year, thinking that the anonymous invitation from the unknown benefactor was more like a one-shot thing. As had happened the year before, he had gotten a handwritten letter, explaining that he had been again invited to the same estate to participate in another decadent orgy. Further instructions brought them to an online chat room, where the organizer answered questions, gave them driving directions, as well as the 'house rules'.  No exchanging of private information, accept for special randomized email addresses on business cards that could be given out if anyone wanted to meet up after the event.<br/><br/>As it had last year, it seemed far too good to be true. Not only was he less disbelieving, but a year had passed from the first orgy and he hadn't been blackmailed or otherwise contacted about it. It made him feel that "D" had been telling the truth about "D" not recording the evening for his own viewing pleasure. Their benefactor had said that he or she was accustomed to having a few married men or women attend, and would never risk exposing his guest's infidelities.<br/><br/>As was the case last time, the group who was to join him 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 (Marc, again as was last year), assure them that this was real (and not by Marc's 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 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/>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.<br/><br/>He wore a pinstripe dress shirt and black slacks, choosing to show up dressed nicely, if even only so that someone could rip them off by of him.  His ice blue eyes scanned the rooms and comforts, enjoying the fact that he knew the mansion and its secrets now, and hoped to be an even better guest host than last year.<br/><br/>Marc  had poured himself a glass of 16 year old bourbon when he began to hear the familiar echoes of a vehicle winding up the road.