George was alone after his guests departed. He busied himself moving in and setting up. He found the set of sheets Paul Moore supplied and made the bed in the master bedroom. On the second floor he started to set up one of the rooms as an office and put his computer in that room. George made a list of more items that he needed and went on Amazon and started to order. He would have the stuff in two days.
He moved several boxes that Moore delivered down to the basement and stored the bottles in the wine room. A shining light flitted around him and landed on the workbench. The message on the paper simply read "You know what to do." George placed his hands on the wall adjacent to the wine room door and he was in the society conference room. The older man started the session.
"You have heard about the splinter group that took up residence in the area, Mr. Moore and Madam Samantha have been working on the situation for months. You will join the effort but you will follow their lead," said the Prefect.
"I will do what I can," said George.
"We have deposited a file on your computer with all of the briefing materials. Please read it quickly because when you finish, it will disappear. It you don't read it by tomorrow it will be gone. Do you understand?" said the Prefect.
"I understand," said George.
George found himself sitting in front of his computer. He found the file and the computer started to read the file to him. It was halfway through the first page when George yelled stop. The computer went mute and he continued to read the material. The document stated that there were three related families all with the last name of Corcoran. The family patriarch Niles Corcoran led the group. He had a long history of violating the society by-laws. Niles sons headed the other two families. The society speculated that the son's wives were the chink in the armor. If the society can get one of the women away then they hoped to break up the group.
George got to the end of the file and like the prefect said it disappeared off of his computer. George looked over his email and fired off some replies and put the machine to sleep. He got up and climbed the stairs to his bedroom and took his clothes off and walked into the bathroom. He stepped into the shower and was startled by seeing Samantha naked in the shower.
"I really wish you wouldn't do that," said George.
"I can leave if you want," said Samantha
"I didn't say that," replied George.
"You are a real buzz kill; I can practices my powers for the first time in months; and every time I do you complain," said Samantha.
Samantha twisted the valves and started the shower. Grasping his cock she held George under the deluge. After a few minutes she pulled him out of the stream and began to rub him down with some fancy smelling soap.
"Someone said that when you have them by the cock their hearts and minds follow," said George.
"I believe he said "Have them by the balls,"" said Samantha
She moved him back under the waterfall and allowed the soap to rinse off. She pulled him out from the stream and repeated.
"I want to get you clean, Mr. George."
After the third iteration, Samantha directed him out of the shower. She found a towel and tossed it to him. On the bed was a pile of clothing.
"If you won't dress yourself I guess I will. You can no longer exist in linen pants and polos Mr. George."
Samantha picked up a shirt and held it up to George "Not wild enough," she said. After a few fittings she selected a set of slacks, a shirt and shoes. She walked out and told George to get dressed.
George found her on the first floor in the formal living room. She was fully clothed in a very sporty outfit. Beside her was her bag and George knew that her pistol was nestled in the bottom.
"You look much better now that you have real clothes on," said Samantha as he walked in the room.
"How did you know my size?" asked George.
"When you slept last night I used a sizing spell and got all your measurements. A friend of mine runs the men's department at a store and she made the selections. Don't worry I will get the money out of you. I need to make you look like you belong here not some west coast geek that just dropped in," said Samantha.
George stepped away from Samantha and raised his arms closed his eyes. His body jerked and relaxed.
"What was that?" asked Samantha.
"I put a privacy spell on the house so our friends at the society can't contact us. You will not disappear and leave, the house will block you," said George
"I you keeping me prisoner?"
"No you can walk out anytime, but your considerable powers are curbed a little," responded George.
"Well if the spell keeps the Society out of our business then I am for it. Should we make love now or later, sir," said Samantha.
"What did you have planned?" asked George
"I thought I would take you on a little tour. But having your cock at my disposal is a nice idea," replied Samantha.
"I have been in this house all day, a sight seeing tour sounds great; making love is a perfect way to end the day," said George.
Samantha directed George out the front door. In the driveway was a bright red Bentley Continental convertible.
"I have to look the part of rich heiress," said Samantha.
"Very nice car," said George as he got in the passenger seat.
Samantha started the car and she pulled out of the driveway. She directed the car out of the development. She passed the airport and drove out of town. She turned on a side road and started climbing a hill. Samantha pulled the car into a clearing that was surrounded on three sides. The bushes and trees hid the car well unless you came up the road. Samantha and George got out of the car and it vanished. Samantha took George to a tree that had a ladder attached and she started to climb. George followed; the ladder ended at a platform. Samantha produced a set of binoculars and handed them to George.
"To the west and below us; what do you see?" asked Samantha.
