You've had your fill...time to check on that laundry.

{if Morality < 30
} You've seen enough, time to end this fun before you head down a bad road. {else
} This is all fun, but you decide to extract yourself. No reason to put yourself in danger. {endif
}You stand up as Ana crawls towards Jack's chair, letting her robe start to slip down over her shoulders. "I'm going to check on that laundry."
Lucy laughs. "What?"
"My shorts. Jack's shorts?" Ana has reached Jack, taking the money in her teeth and crawling up his legs, robe falling to her waist. {if Morality < 30
} You avert your eyes. {else
} You take in an eyeful of her perfect skin and perky tits before looking away. {endif
}
"I don't think Jack will be needing his for a bit..." Lucy laughs, biting her lip as she watches. "But it's the last room down that hallway if you want."
You follow her directions, aided by the sounds of the machine. When you pull open the door to the laundry, as if by magic, the washer stops spinning. Perfect timing, you think. You move the wet clothes into the dryer, {if Morality >29
} pausing for a second to admire Ana's sports bra and tank-top before {endif
} hitting the proper cycle and settings to start the drying process.
The door clicks shut behind you.
"Hey." Lucy's voice tickles your ear. "I like your play... some privacy for them... and us." Her words are low and throaty, and you turn, face flushing, to see her peel off her shirt, revealing her modest rack easily contained by her bra, but showing off her taut belly and creamy skin.
"I wasn't..." you swallow hard. {if Frustration > 20
} Your prick protests against the fabric of your boxers, and you cross your hands over it nonchalantly. {endif
}
"It's okay, James. We're alone. You don't have to be afraid." She crosses the distance quickly, putting herself right against your body, her tits rubbing your chest through your shirt and her crotch finding your{if Frustration > 20} bulge{else}s{endif} easily.
{if Frustration > 20
} "Ooh. Do you have something hidden away down there, James?" she stares into your eyes, giggling as she rubs against your erection brazenly.
{else
} "Oh." she looks a little perplexed. "Do you need a little help to get started, baby? I don't mind. I can help." She runs her hand down towards your crotch. "It's nothing to be ashamed of." {endif
}