”“Thank you,” Jade told him. “I will be right back. I just want to put this in my clutch.”When she came back into the room, to her surprise,...all five of the men were chatting and sipping on their beers, sitting in various wing chairs and a couch. Seeing a small side table by the wall, Jade put her messenger bag on it. Looking from one to the other, she strolled up to Wyatt and leaned over, kissing him on the lips, giving him a good look down the front of her dress.Jade stood up and said, “Let’s. I didn’t have firm numbers, so I winged it. “I don’t know how many men I’d have to use to get a viable test bed,” I said. “I also don’t know where I’d get them yet, but they’d have to be a group that included men of various ages. For the sake of argument, I’d have ten teenagers, ten twenty-somethings, ten thirty-somethings and ten forty-somethings.”“None older than that?” she asked.That seemed like a strange question. But I had an answer.“Well, the idea is to see what attracts a male of. I’m the bisexual shaman, chuj-ramming transvestite sage. If you could be here, now, you would simply stare. I’m taking my share, as my man-meat blood flares. I’m incorrigible in my sweet schoolgirl dress so lewd, as the man is carefully screwed. My pigtails as green as a pool table, they amuse. Skylark screws and loosens the noose. Detonating fuse! Who G-damn motherfucking made who? Stricture of his anus fiercely spurts out lube. Like a long neck goose, feeling loose and frictional. Mythical. Everything about his life, when he had calm moments to mope about it, seemed designed to make everything worse. The windows of all the rooms he got spanked in, the paths along the property line of his home, the family he had; Everything was always the worst they could be.But he had started days off worse. He was only incredibly humiliated.Then his mom walked in."Pinky! You take those clothes off right now, and your bed sheets!" AAAAUUUHHHHH!" His schoolmates waiting for the bus and his sister.