It was a sight to behold as they began their passionate lovemaking. Always the same, playful at first and then building to a volcanic eruption of moan... and pleasurable squeals as they brought each other to climax.A knock on the door disturbed their reverie as Patrick, their favorite room service guy, arrived with dinner. As usual, they answered the door without getting dressed. Always a bit of a flirt, Patrick took notice of Irina’s now shaved pussy and commented on how becoming it was. Taking. The whole time I was slipping between flirting with Liz and Sam, one of her friends that came up. “So Liz, you having a good time up here?” “Hic- yupp, Hahaha….. way too drunk alre-hic-dy” “Heh heh, I can see that, how much have you had anyways?” “Ummm….. lost count after my – hic – fourth drink.” “That including the shots you had earlier? Or just the ones u can remember holding a cup for? Hahaha!” “Shut – hic – up tony!” That’s when Liz tried to take a swing at me and ended up falling. " What do you mean 'greased nymph'?" Well, I'm assuming that we would need to wear at least some modicum of sunscreen. That would tend to make you slippery all over, rather than only in a certain place that I like to play at." Once again, proving that all men are pigs." Well, to be honest, you'd be the greased little piggy that I'd be trying to wrestle down and have my way with. You never know, it might be fun ... you trying to slip away, squealing loudly ... me trying to impale you with my. The cost of both was just a gold for the townhouse and a silver each for the transactions. There was also a five silver tax on the title transfer, which I paid.I liked the one time tax, at least on my end. I still would need a source of income eventually. I knew that I was being way too liberal with my money, and needed an income of some sort.Buying furniture for the place would be time consuming and pricey. I wasn't looking forward to it. Hopefully Lady Janice would leave us something to sleep.