No.

Brad shakes his head. For a moment he wants to follow, but he has to put his foot down. He changes into a pair of pajama pants and heads downstairs for a snack. As he heads into the kitchen he begins to hear Angelina shouting from upstairs. She's always been a very loud lover.

"OH GOD YES!"
"DEEPER! HARDER!"
"LICK ME THERE! LICK ME THERE!"

Brad can't help but be a little turned on, but he feels like it should be a matter of principle. He plops down on the couch and turns on the TV to drown out the shouting.

After a few minutes he sees someone heading down the stairs. It's Michelle. She's nude, covered in suds, and smiling somewhat embarrasedly. He can tell that her body is soft. Her breasts are immaculate with small pink nipples. She has a small firey red bush.

"Um.... Mr Pitt?" She says quietly. Brad looks over eyebrows raised. "Angelina wanted to know if you wanted to..." she giggles, "... help give me a shave."

Brad grits his teeth. He feels his cock get hard. This one may be too hard to resist.