The Manor: The Player & the Game -  Don and Tascha win more than answers. (ch. 3) By BradentonLarry.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Though he was just as startled as Tascha by the sudden interruption, Don’s first reaction was not to look to the light, to try to hide, or to try to defend himself. Instead, Don’s response was to just ignore whatever else was going on and to take the opportunity to finally fuck Tascha. It wasn’t the ideal romantic and erotic coupling he had often fantasized about, but, goddamn it, it was close enough!  Unfortunately, Tascha’s reaction was to pull away and turn to the light, blinking her eyes against the relatively brightness. Closing his eyes for a moment, due to the light and his frustration, Don turned to the light and the source of the voice. “You were right, Igor, there are naughty peepers in the walls,” said the deep, cheerful voice. Don opened his eyes, now fairly well adjusted to the new light level, and saw that he and Tascha had stopped at a window in the passage that was almost directly opposite just the kind of access panel they were supposedly looking for. In the opening stood a very tall, thin but muscular, black man wearing a bright red tuxedo jacket; the kind with tails; a matching top hat, and nothing else. Though Don couldn’t be sure, because of the hat and the jacket, the interloper seemed to be completely hairless. Certainly there was no sign of pubic hair above the quite impressive schlong hanging down between the man’s long legs. In his hand, the man held a walking stick with a gold handle that suggested some kind of alternate use as a sex toy to Don. On the man’s face was a broad white smile. The big man gestured at them with his walking stick, and said, “Come on out of there and let us have a look at you, naughty peepers.” Don looked to Tascha, who appeared suitably cautious. He thought the only other option they had at the moment was to try to escape down the dark passageway, and he frankly didn’t think that was likely to turn out well. This man in the top hat seemed to know where the access panels were, so Don thought he would be at least one step ahead of them in that regard. It also occurred to him that the man might be able to give them valuable information. “I don’t think we, ” he started to say to Tascha. The man in the light interrupted him, saying, “Oh come on, we won’t hurt you.” Then he laughed and added, “Unless you ask us to.” Tascha sighed, shrugged and nodded to Don, in quick succession. Don, who was fractionally closer to the opening anyway, led the way. The man in red stepped back out of the way, and Don and Tascha came out into the hallway, which seemed to be similar to the one they had spied upon shortly before. They found themselves completely surrounded by a small crowd of interesting characters. Aside from the tall man in red, there was a tall (but not so tall as the first man), thin, white guy with an unruly mop of dark hair on his head who was wearing a kilt, a rather short (about Nymphet height) but muscular man with a swarthy complexion, short, brown hair, no clothes and another prodigious dong hanging in front of him, and three gorgeous women wearing high heels and evening dresses. As Don and Tascha were taking all this in, the others were looking them over both intently and somewhat lasciviously; except for the short, brawny man, who seemed to have very little interest in what was going on. The man in red, who had been examining Tascha and Don a bit longer, was the first to speak, saying, “You’re new aren’t you?” This provoked excitement among the others, except the short one. “Um, yes, we’re new,” Don said. “Ah!” the man laughed, “that explains everything!” “It does?” Tascha asked. “Indeed,” he answered. Then he took off his hat, showing his completely bald pate, and bowed, “Welcome to the Manor!” He gestured with his walking stick to each of his companions in turn and made introductions. He indicated the short man, and said, “This is