Come on, Linsa, let's go suck Jod's dick.
(Trudi unleashes a parting barrage of slaps heightening the color of Mindu's tush.)
Okay, Trudi.
VYOOM! GUBA! VYOOMMMM! GORB!
Omigod, Jod's awake!
(Riane, into whose vag Jim has just begun loose fistedly inserting the tumescent flesh of his wistfulness, with poached egg on her chest wings out the door in an urgency that is shared by Trudi and Linsa close behind her, leaving Jim's dick pointing at nothing and Mindu looking back through the transparent material of her veiling evening gown at Jim.)
I'm going to get ripped tonight, Mindu.
Yes, Master.
VAROOM! BYAGOOOB! BARROMPASS!
Maybe you'd better slaughter the neighbor's lama for breakfast for Jod, Mindu.