Three feet of cock- 3

“Well?” asked Zoe. “Are the terms acceptable?”

Tristan glanced at each guy in turn, each giving a silent nod of assent. He just hoped none of them were exaggerating… “Yes.” He and Zoe shook hands. The deal was sealed. Both sides smiled, assured of victory.

“So! Who wants to go first?” Tristan asked, rubbing his hands together in eager anticipation.

Only the cicadas dared speak up. Glances were tossed from person to person. What had once been a delightful fantasy was now all too real.

Somebody had to be first. Tristan decided to step up and take command of the situation. “Perrie, how about you go first?”

“Me?”

“You’re the hostess…”

“You’re the host!”

“Ladies first.”

“Age before beauty.”

“Oh for the love of- I’ll go first!” declared Zoe.

“Us?” asked Daniel. “B-b-but…”

“Better to get it over with now then be stuck worrying, right?” encouraged Tristan. “You’ll do fine. Here, I’ll show you guys where the tools are.”

Tristan and Zoe led Daniel inside, made a quick detour to the study for a ruler, went up the stairs, and to the bedroom. Tristan made his way to the bedside table and opened the drawers, revealing a plethora of toys and supplies. “Here’s your ruler, Zoe, and you two can use anything in this drawer you want. Just put it aside to be cleaned if you dirty anything.” He clapped a hand onto Daniel’s shoulder. “Remember: we’re going for thirty-six inches total. Do your best. We’ll be waiting for you outside.” He exited the room, closed the door, and left Zoe and Daniel alone.