"Don't you dare use my ass to masturbate and empty your obnoxious, Viagra-inflated fuck-stick!"She let go of Dylan's dick, then announced in a loud vo...ice: "Someone needs a visit to a semen booth!"A forty-something woman nearby, who looked like she might be a nurse or a waitress on her way home from the night shift, asked the younger woman: "Is this man bothering you?"The young lady's voice was no longer breathless and sophisticated. It was now a high-pitched whine."He's rubbing his thing up. "No, not there! It tickles..." He's ticklish, Sal. Where's the best place to tickle him?" How would I know? I've never got that far with him. Not yet, at least. Try lower down." Down here?" No!" Lower! Down there!" Sally, no! Ethel!"Sally watched fondly as the lovers settled into a comfortable embrace, still joined beneath the sheet. "Can you manage a bacon sarnie in that position? What do you call that position, anyway?" It doesn't have to have a name," Russ scolded her, wriggling more upright. ”He smirked at the girls before replying. “It would probably be the best way to break up their little chat actually. I know Marian will follow us as soon as she sees us moving toward the bedrooms. She is a bit fussy about how things are set up. We shouldn’t have a problem getting everything in though, as we left most of it in Rome with Corbin. He and his girlfriend were talking about getting a place together, so we decided to let them use the condominium instead of selling it. The monthly fees. Seeing a dull, grey building, what seemedto be a block of apartments, he decided to ask their receptionist if theyknew the number.An electric buzzer sounded as he entered, as if to warn the receptionistof a customer. The only problem was - there was no receptionist."Hello?" he called out hesitantly. It didn't seem like an apartmentbuilding, but hey, he would try his luck anyway. "Is anybody here?" Yes, yes. Hold on just a minute," a voice sounded and a man with themost ridiculous hairstyle Jack.