You don't write anything

You didn't manage to write something new, without the others knowing because as soon as Alice laid her lips on Jamie's dick, Max went for the computer sitting on your legs.
"What could we add next?", he asked looking at the screen and the past written rules. Scratching his black balls he positioned himself next to you, just as Jamie let out a moan. Looking at him you saw that Jamie's face had pleasure written all over it. Alice seemed to work like a professional who knows what she is doing. Max looked at Jamie as well. He had a slight disgusted facial expression, upon seeing your friend enjoying the same whore he himself enjoyed just now. Suddenly Max came close to you, just so Jamie couldn't hear what he was whispering into your ear. "Perhaps we could sneak a little change into Jamie"
You looked at Max for a moment with a straight face before smiling. An endless amount of ideas formed themselves in your head. "And what are you planning?"
Max stared at Mrs. Dinbowl. "Just watch the master at his craftsmanship."

Max's finger moved comparably at the speed of light over the keyboard.
You didn't want to know what exactly he was writing, so you just watched Jamie getting a blowjob until he didn't anymore.

You felt your member harden even more. Jamie turned into a blonde. You looked at Max, who by now grinned like the devil.