Joe can take care of herself while the butler takes care of Taylor!

"Sorry Joe," you say, "but everyone gets one turn and you've already had yours. I'll get back to you after the other girls."

Joe gives you a steel eyed stare like she's going to karate kick you head into the floor, then shrugs and gets up off you. She plops down in one of the overstuffed chairs. Her fingers lightly stroke the short red hair of her neatly groomed pussy before sliding into her moist pussy to try and relieve her tension. The sight is so erotic, it might be worth reconsidering the decision to give everyone a turn.

Wilson comes in and hands you a martini. Again the gray haired butler tries valiantly to act professional and ignore the orgy going on around him, but he's visibly shaking at the temptation. You realize that he's the only one not getting a turn.

"Oh Wilson?" calls Taylor, still working Ms. Samson's head between her legs. "After we finish, I want this room cleaned up before morning. Cum stains are extra hard to get out of carpet, so you'll probably have to spend a few hours on your knees scrubbing them before dawn. But you don't mind, right?"

"Oh course not, ma'am." The butler gives her a strained smile as beads of sweat trickle down his forehead. When Taylor looks away, Wilson glances at her magnificent bare breasts, then quickly looks towards the ceiling, struggling to stay in control.

"Hey Wilson," you gesture for him to come close and the butler bends down so you can whisper to him. "Want to know how I got this incredible night with all these hot cheerleaders?"

His eyes go wide with hope, but he calmly says, "If you wish to tell me, sir."

"Taylor's the key. All the girls do whatever she says. You just have to know how to control her."

"And... how do you do that?" The beginnings of a smile tug at the corners of the butler's lips.

"Simple. She's so gorgeous, so rich and powerful, that she's always been completely spoiled. Nobody ever questions her. Even her parents practically bow down to her. So as much of a bitch as she is on the surface, secretly she totally gets off on guys taking control. If you just walk over to her and order her to do something, she won't be able to resist."

Wilson glances at his employer's daughter. You wish for her to preen a bit and she runs her hands through her glossy black mane. The motion causes her to arch her back, thrusting out her large, glistening breasts. Wilson looks away to his hands and adjusts his perfect white gloves. He looks back at the gorgeous cheerleader forcing her coach to lick deeper into her pussy, then he adjusts his tie nervously.

"Go ahead," you tell him, "she wants you to do it. She desperately needs an authority figure. The more commanding you are, the hotter she'll get. Be a total bastard and she'll beg you for more."

Something snaps in the butler. He strides towards his mistress with a confidence born of desperation and probably lots of nights of masturbation.

When Wilson reaches Taylor, she turns to him and says, "I thought I told you to-"

Wilson cuts her off. "Close your petulant mouth and get on your knees, you ungrateful brat!"