After what seemed like anhour of playing with tits and making out with hot babes, the men were aboutready to pass out drunk. The leader, who apparentl... wasn't drinking, endedthe show. It was time for us to leave. He grabbed wads of cash from thesuitcase and stuffed it into our bikini tops. I felt like a cheap stripper,which was humiliating, but at the same time.... holy shit that was a lot ofcash. I was already brainstorming how I was going to spend it.When we got to the pool area is was clear. .." as Eryk finished the spell the whole office blurred and reformed with a feminine style as supposed to the way Franco used to have it."I still own this company!" Franco said in defiance, "And you won't get me to sign it over either!"Eryk just gestured towards the desk and a small pile of papers appeared, "These documents do say you've signed the company over to Elaine, look isn't this your signature?" he said, showing the part with Franco's signature. Franco was speechless, "Oh and look. "She's over at Sarah's, I already took care of that," Tina answered, leading the way towards their room.Paul followed her closely. His dick was still completely flaccid, but tingling. He was still a little unsure about all of this.Tina turned the door handle to their room. "Knock, knock slut, we're here," she said, pushing the door open.Jennifer jumped awake when she heard Tina. She lifted her head, watching Tina enter the room, and Paul coming in behind her. Jennifer look at the both of them. Just than the door bell rang. "Hooters pizza!" the girl shouted on the other side of the door. "Who was the idiot who ordered piazza right now?" Frank hissed.Melanie put her hand up. "I know you make pizza dad, but it always tastes salty and gooey. and I just realized you've been shooting your wad into the piazza dough!" Melanie whispered, recognising the creamy, yet delicious taste .Frank pulled his daughter's top down, so that it was tied just below her breasts again. Frank look out of the.