When they were all in the room Latoya said to Stephen, “These girls, my dear Penis Pal, are all my friends and they are all in desperate need of tha...t same magic ingredient missing in their sex lives. In short they need someone to FUCK them! They are not sluts or prostitutes or whores they just don’t get any penis. They give each other LOTS of relief but they all desperately need a BIG FAT COCK! So here is the deal...”Stephen should have guessed. He knew that somewhere there would be a catch.. Okay then, so home it is. So past the McNaughtons’ home to the river I went, clutching my rollies pouch and the old foam six-pack esky I’d picked up at the church fete of all places. To my favourite spot, up river a little, away from the Tarzan swing and the makeshift jetty, to the roots. The roots isn’t an official place. Not even an official term as far as I know. Not that much in this town is official. Even our sole post box had been moved from its official location to one that suited us. All you have to do is trust me with absolute control over you." He opened the box revealing a little pink plastic contraption with a padlock. "I want you to reach your full potential, so I'm going to make it very easy for you to follow all my instructions from now on. I just need you to pass this one quick test. Put your hands on your head, close your eyes, and don't move until I tell you." I immediately did as he said, thrilled to be living in this surreal new world where I always know exactly. I was going fishing in the morning so I had excused myself from my remaining guests and gone to bed. And my wife, Mary was an excellent hostess. But sleeping wasnt happening. I could hear the chatter as guests were leaving. Each time laughing and keeping me awake. It was finally quiet and I expected Mary to come to bed but instead heard someone in the bathroom, peeing into the toilet and knew it was a guy. I wondered who was still there? He returned downstairs to the rec room. I began to.