French Maid's outfit

Taylor is wearing a skimpy little French Maid's outfit. This is actually a costume she had before your changes, one she wore at a recent Halloween party.

You weren't invited, but she made you put the pictures from the party on her Facebook page. You spent plenty of time studying the outfit in those pictures. The low neck and short, ruffled skirt that she used to give guys peaks of her hot body. The frilly white lace and poofy shoulders that make the costume look so flirty. She'd looked super hot in those pictures, but now she looks even better wearing it in person.

Wilson sits in an overstuffed chair and sets his feet on a stool in front of him. He motions towards Taylor and says in his gentile British accent, "I wish for my feet to be rubbed, wench."

"Yes, sir." With a look of devotion on her face, Taylor scampers over and kneels down in front of his feet.

"Not like that!" snaps the butler. "A proper maid always keeps her knees straight."

"Yes, sir," says Taylor. She stands back up and bends at the waist to take his shoes off. This gives Wilson the perfect view to look down her dress at her generous cleavage. The normally pompous head cheerleader adoringly rubs the older man's feet and asks, "How is that, sir?"

"Passable," says Wilson without looking up from her breasts. His huge smile shows how much he's really enjoying the foot rub from his mistress.

From your position on the floor, Taylor's bending over gives you a great view of her ass poking out of her short skirt. You look over at the butler and ask, "Hey Wilson, how come you haven't fucked her yet."

He smiles at you. "Young sir, I don't quite have your stamina at my age. I'm still recovering from the wonderful treatment from her mouth I received earlier. Have no worries, now that I know she's such a submissive slut, I will definitely put her pussy to the test tonight. And any other night her parents are out of town."

You wish Taylor was a latchkey kid, the kind who is on her own all the time because her parents are almost always out. That should give the butler plenty of opportunities to play with his new toy.

"Oh John," calls Megan.

You look over and see the stacked blonde sitting on the couch. Kayley and Tawney sit on either side of her, and all three of them are rubbing their bodies and looking at you suggestively.

"Is it our turn yet?" asks Tawney, running a hand through her long, red hair.

"Yeah, don't leave us out," says Megan as she rubs her huge tits.

You look over the three girls, then glance at Ms. Sampson, who has moved to an armchair where she can play with her blonde pussy. A thin stream of her juices is running down her finely toned legs.

Sooo many options.