Move the party to a much better location

"God, what a hassle," moans Taylor. "This wouldn't have happened if we'd gone to my house."

"Your house?" you say as you scratch your head. "What about your parents?"

Taylor laughs and waves off your question. "No big deal. They went to Cabo. I've got the whole place to myself for another week."

The manager knocks on the door insistently. "Please open up. I need to talk to you about the complaints."

"Hey, I think this is one of the motels my Dad owns," says Taylor. "You want me to scare this pissant off?"

"No," you say, smiling. "I think you were right the first time." You close your eyes and concentrate, imagining that instead of taking the squad to a hotel, Ms. Samson had taken you to Taylor's house.

You open your eyes and see a well decorated living room instead of a cheap motel. You're still on the floor and Joe is still in your arms, but the rest of the girls are splayed out on the sofa and the armchairs. They're still kissing and playing with each other's pussies like before, except Taylor isn't there.

The busty head cheerleader walks into the room holding a bottle of wine. "Well, boy and girls, this is all I could find. I wish our stupid housekeeper came by more than twice a week, then we wouldn't run out of important stuff like this."

You take another look around the house. It's nice, a two story place with fancy furniture, but you'd expected more. Taylor's parents are the richest people in town, they should be better off than this. You wish that Taylor's family isn't just rich, but movie villain rich, owning every business in town and making ludicrous money.

The living room changes again. It's now gigantic, the size of a small house, with a huge chandelier hanging overhead. A piano sits next to the biggest stereo system you've ever seen, which is playing the latest girly pop song. You get the sense that the house is now a huge mansion, with every room as lavish as this one.

There are now two big couches, so Kayley, Wendy, and Delilah are frolicking on one while Megan eats out Tawny on the other. You look around and find Ms. Samson kneeling on the carpet behind you, her tongue firmly planted in Taylor's pussy. The curvy brunette stands over her coach, holding the slightly older woman's hair tightly and somehow looking even more commanding and confident than before.

"Wow Heather," says Taylor with a catty grin, "you're a great pussy licker!"

Ms. Samson looks up with a smile. "Thank you, Miss Goldman."

"I didn't say stop."

As Ms. Samson dives back into Taylor's pussy, an old butler enters the room. He tries very hard not to look at the hot young bodies cavorting around him as he makes his way to Taylor and hands her a martini.

Taylor sips the drink while keeping her other hand on the back of her coach's head. "Very nice, Wilson. Now remember, no telling Daddy about our party or I tell him that I found you looking through my underwear closet."

"Of course not ma'am," says Wilson with a thick British accent. "I'll get the rest of the drinks for your friends now."

Joe grasps your chin and lightly turns your head back towards her. "Don't forget about me. My poor, deprived pussy still needs your attention."