A weary drifter wearily stumbled up to the Victorian style manor house, it was well past midnight; and the sky clouded over the visual moon and twinkling of each diamond. Giving the house an ominous look to it, the shadows playing on the trees as a breeze taunts the weary drifter. His hand grips at the lonely rail as a floor board under his heavy feet; creaks, letting out a sighing moan. The drifter's feet moving in a slow, labored shuffle, mustering up his strength to pound on the heavy black lacquered oak door. His mind wandering over how he had gotten lost and how he ended up stumbling upon this dark manor's steps.
The master of the manor glanced over his Lady's shoulder. Clearing his throat, as his violet eyes cast up the newest of this unique house; catching her attention as she moves her shapely legs under her to a kneel, resting her slender fingers along the milkiness of her thighs. His Romaine accent rolled softly to the slenderness of her ears, "Sin Syn will you tend to our guest."
Sin's eyes widened and nodded, pushing her shiny obsidian tresses back from her face, as she stood up to her full height in the six inch heeled black vinyl boots. Straightening the red stockings over her arms, legs, and ample 'D' cups.' Giggling as she winked over to the master. "As you wish Master Lucian." Giggling more as she stepped over the two of the manor's slaves, Kyza and Tristan; who were wriggling on the floor in their play.
Sin Syn saunters till stopping at the door, her fingers gripped the brass knob, and she looked to the parlor mirror remembering the brief rules upon greeting some one new to this house. 'Be presentable and be seduction it self.' Another giggle erupted from her pouting lips as she opened the heavy door, the drifter falls to her feet. "Dam!? Haven't even looked at me and already falling to my feet!" She stated. Her eyes drifted down at him, batting her long lashes. The man forced his head up. His ice blue eyes stared on, as they wandered over her sentious, slender, pale form; then passed out.
Sin frowned seeing his exhaustion form spill again at her feet. Before her eyes saw the drool on her heeled boots. "You goober on my boot." She growled out, resisting the urge to kick him hard. Letting out an exasperated sigh, grabbing his outstretched arms, pulling him further inside the manor's entry, before closing the outside world out.
Sida's emerald eyes casted over; watching Sin bent over, dragging in the ragged man. She chuckled softly as her slide off of Lucian's lap. Moving to the chaise, musing over her new pupil's first test with the drifter.
Lucian rose from the luxuries of his chair, slowly moving to Sin and guest. His violet eyes raped Sin's curves, and watched how her Bettie Page hair style bounced in front of her high cheek bones. Moving in behind Sin as she bumped into him; still aroused from Sida's whispers; he grinded his bulged in to her bare ass. Running his cool hands over her hips, tracing down to the indentations.
She gasped feeling Lucian's hardness pressing into her, then shivered at his hands moving down along her hips. Biting her lip as she glanced over her shoulder to him, "Sorry." She said weakly.
Lucian's hands pulled at her hips, grinding harder in to her. His heavy accented voice lulled at her ears. "Stand up Sin." As she did, his left hand slide down to her clit, playing with it in small, slow circles; the right moving to tweak her aroused, hardened, pink nipple. Hearing her labored breathe sucked in to her chest. Lucian grinned, placing his whitened lips against her neck; breathing in her delicious scent.
