"From now on," she said, "this is your 'beck and call' pillow. Whenever this is on the floor, I want you to be kneeling on it, ready to handle my ever... need." No..." I moaned. "Please, no. I have a life too ... I mean..." Listen," Janice reasoned with me, "My work is just insane now. OK? And the sooner I can get through this, the sooner our life can get back to normal. You want that, don't you?" Yes..." Well then, surely you'll want to help out in any way that you can, right? If only. I suggested that if she was at a loose end she could come and play cards with me, she looked up at my body but stopped when her eyes met my crutch, I realised why, My dick had risen to make a small tent at the front. She disappeared said she would be back later. About half an hour later a motor caravan arrived with a huge motor cycle on a trailer. They all came to my van. I offer them a Black Label which they accepted and sat down she unloaded a bag of grass from her bag and asked if it was OK. Besides, I'd miss my private parts!" he finished, fondling his naked penis and testicles."Oh don't worry, you won't miss them at all." she said, and then everything seemed to go black for Ryan.He awoke hours later. He was alone. "Samantha!" he called, and sat up in shock at the quality of his voice. It was the voice of a sex machine, a female voice, breathy and soft. He cleared his throat and called again. "Samantha, where are you?" He rolled out of bed and suddenly realized things were not as. This was NOT good. He knew that as sure as he knew his own name. He'd satisfied his horniness and was no longer thinking with his little head. Logic and maturity were supposed to prevail. But then he began to run out of hot water and he knew it was decision time.He emerged from his shower and suggested that they all go find some breakfast. They could talk there without being specific and yet communicate with one another, as long as they all knew what the subject was. There were few people in.