Head upstairs and check out the private rooms

The idea of being groped by some mystery man in the darkened pool shower has its appeal, but with so much to see you decide it's not worth losing your wing girl for the night. Much to Sara's delight you turn away from the door leading into the showers and announce that you are ready to continue the tour.

"Probably a wise choice," Sara says. "Let's go back inside the house. I'll show you the upstairs."

You follow her past the bacchanal taking place in and around the pool and you walk back through the sliding glass doors and into the kitchen. The party is still in full swing there. Two very skinny and very young looking women are squirming in a 69 on the white tiles. A group of men of all ages stands in a circle around them, shouting encouragement or watching in excited silence. One older man has even pulled up a chair and opened his pool towel to jack his withered cock to the spectacle.

"They look like they're having fun," you observe.

"Some people have no sense of decency," she laughs and leads you by the hand away from the lesbian display.

You follow Sara Cleft up a flight of stairs to a landing in the corner of the second floor. There is a small empty lounge area and hallways branch in two directions. Sara leads you down the narrower of the two hallways and to the midst of six doors, three on either side.

"These are the private rooms," she explains.

"What's with the neckties?" You ask, pointing to the doors that have neckties hanging around the knobs.

"It's like a do not disturb sign," she laughs.

Three of the six doors have neckties hanging from the knob. A fourth has a pair of lace panties.

"That's the 'come on in' sign," she explains. "They want company in that room."

You listen at the door and hear a fleshy slapping sound and a woman's moan.

The last two rooms are open and Sara leads you inside. It's a smallish bedroom almost completely filled by a king size bed. Next to the bed stands a small night table holding a basket of condoms and a lamp. Next to the bed is a single high-backed wooden chair.

"It's not much to look at," she turns around, "but it gives you some privacy if you want to be intimate."

Sara takes you in her arms and pulls you against her soft breasts.

"Do you want to be intimate?" She asks. "Maybe find someone to share?"

Her hands slide down the back of your coat and lift the bottom so she can squeeze your toned ass. She plants a warm kiss against your neck, her lips parting so she can tease you with the tip of her tongue.

"I'd be happy to show you around some more," she adds, kissing up your neck and nibbling at your earlobe. "Plenty more places to have fun."