The main house, painted white with shutters the green of the pines for which it was named, loomed ahead. For all of its beauty, it seemed slightly eer...e, perhaps because it had witnessed more than any human could in the span of mortal life. I was the first to arrive, and chose to park on the gravel directly across the driveway from the front of the house. I arrived early so that I would have the opportunity to meet Mason properly, and to be able to admire the legendary Maison Pines. I made my. See nothing. Your not sure if you had fainted or not, as you come to yourself once again, or whether your body had simply collapsed from the sheer intensity of your orgasm. You hang limply, unable to move and feel my hands on you again, higher up, nearer your hips. When had I stood up? You try to lift your head but are still unable to. You feel another strange shift in reality as it seems suddenly that things are moving faster than you can grasp. You try to collect yourself and focus on what is. I'll never do it again, I promise. I want to be your boy. I want you to own me." He didn't mean a word of what he said, it was all a part of his twisted pathology.The response was more detailed this time. "I knew your faggot ass couldn't resist. The rules are simple. For an entire weekend I'll use you in ways that you've never thought of before. You'll be my complete bitch. Bring food and beverages to fix me breakfast, lunch, and dinner the entire time you're here. You'll be dressed in slutty. He began gently caressing her red hot skin, taking his time to offer some comfort as she softly sobbed over his lap. He would glance at Hannah every few moments and see her breathing in deep, nervous breaths as she knew her turn was so close. Julia calmed down a little and John patted her thigh, "Spread your legs girl, nice and wide."Julia whispered a soft, "Ye-yes Sir," and opened her legs almost to a full split. He let his fingers drift over her inner thigh, and found her warm opening was.