The ride to the house has you completely lost and a bit scared. When you stepped into my new Mercedes, dressed in a new black dress that displayed your curves better than any before and gave your breasts a tight cleavage that felt classy and slutty, you started to enjoy the luxury of your look, the car, and the attentive gentleman escort in a black suit.
Now you careening down a dark country road somewhere in the hills of Ohio at a speed that almost causes anger. I’ve driven it a hundred times and barely need to look, but each tight curve in the dark gives you a shutter.
When we pull up to the house, your fear is replaced by the same feeling class and luxury, as I lead you through the rustic Georgian estate home. You sip champagne as I give you a tour of the vast house that ends in a master suite. The four post bed is nearly twenty feet square, with giant oak posts adorned with lush deep red fabrics and golden ropes. The adjoining spa is a sparkling marble cathedral with a giant glass shower, a dark stone carved jacuzzi, and overflowing with fluffy towels in each perfectly folded station.