Let Charles fuck her and buttboy clean up

"Fuck it," said Anna. She'd created her own personal paradise, and right now the details didn't matter. She looked up and down Charles' body, paying close attention to his terrific pecs, then said, "Hey Chaaaarles? This business with whats-his-name has stressed me out. Can you think of anything to help me relax? Something a little more intense than that massage?"

Charles was about to put his shirt back on, but dropped it instead. He took off the rest of his clothes slowly, and Anna sat back and enjoyed the show. She gasped at his cock. She'd been a virgin in her old life, but she was sure Charles' cock was bigger than normal. When he was done undressing, he pulled Anna to her feet and took her clothes off her, just as slowly. Then he took her face in his hands and kissed her very, very softly.

They walked down the hallway with their arms around each other. Anna opened the door she instinctively knew led to her bedroom, and saw the German-American guy in the corner, masturbating.

"OH MY GOD!" yelled Anna. "Get the fuck out!"

*************

Albert, the asslicker, ran out of the room quickly, hearing the door slam behind him. He paused a moment to pull up his pants. It was only a few seconds before he heard the passionate noise of love making through the door. This pleased him, since nothing made him happier than his mistress' happiness.

Albert went to the living room and found the discarded clothes on the ground. He picked them up and carried them to the closet to put with the other laundry.

Before he put the clothes in the basket, he checked the pockets. He found change, a pen, and Anna's phone. As he was taking it out, he heard a chime. There was an alert from the "Rules of the World" app saying that the latest rules change had caused changes in 47 other rules. He looked through them and saw many obvious things about various heritages of white men and how they acted and were treated. The app seemed to be designed to make changes to all kinds of rules.

Curious about what was supposed to happen when a rule is changed, Albert added a small one.

• German-American men never get hangnails.

Albert looked down at his left hand, expecting to see the same minor problem he'd seen this morning. Instead, his left thumb was fine. Amazingly, the app worked.

"Oh god!" screamed Anna through the door. "It's so big! More, Charles, give me more!"