“We drink it to begin the Rite of Summoning.”“What’s in it?”“The same as the soup you’ve been eating. There is goat’s milk, ginseng, g...nger, saffron, horny goat weed–”“Horny goat weed?” I laughed. “You made that up!”“No, it is real. I can tell you all the ingredients if you wish, but it is quite a long list. Aphrodisiacs, for the most part.”“Wait, I’ve been drinking an aphrodisiac cocktail every meal for three days and you haven’t let me even have a wank? You’re cruel!”“You don’t have much. The next day the kids came back and one by one began to tell their stories. Kathy said, "My father's a farmer and we have a lot of egg-laying hens. One time we were taking our eggs to market in a basket on the front seat of the pickup when we hit a bump in the road and all the eggs went flying and broke and made a mess." "And what's the moral of the story?" asked the teacher. "Don't put all your eggs in one basket!" "Very good," said the teacher.Next little Lucy raised a hand and said, "Our. “How do you usually do it?”I don’t know whether he was more shocked at my suggestion, or by the sight of my panties—the silky red pair with black lace trim I had purchased earlier that day. When he recovered, he stood and lowered his pants and briefs. Opening a desk drawer, he took out a hand towel and laid it on the chair, then pulled out a box of tissues and a bottle of lube. I reached over to grab a towel for my chair and sat down next to him.We watched a bunch of porn together. His cock was. . or even seen!... before.This was the third time I should have left.This was where I should have begun spewing outraged feminist sentiments.Yet I didn't; instead I stared at the huge elephant trunk in front of me with awe and inherent respect as I stammered, "Y-y-yes, sir, it is." But you do want a bukkake?" he asked, his cock now right in front of me, as several others closed a new circle, this one around me.Hearing this question was the very first moment I had ever considered being part of.