Pick the brunette

You decide on the brunette, you're not sure why but she appeals to you more than the others. As you look at her, you realise that you haven't properly looked at her face. You gasp a little as you realise that you have picked Trish.

You shift a little as you hear the whispers and giggles, catching little conversation pieces like "obviously he went for her" and "I told you he wanted her" and also "I saw them in the showers too".

You feel the blood rush to your face, draining it from your previously swollen member. You become more nervous by the second as the giggles increase and you think the room might melt from the heat being emitted by your face.

Trish steps forward and drops to her knees to remedy the situation. "Just relax John. I know what I am doing. I want you to enjoy this as much as I will" comforts Trish.

You try your best but your nightmare come to life seems to get worse, your huge cock still refuses to inflate. You begin to shiver from the air that seems suddenly very cold.

Miss Silverton taps your shoulder gently. "We understand John. It happened to all the boys the first time, you are just nervous. How about we give this a miss and try it again next week? Unless you can think of another way?" asks Miss Silverton in lusty voice.