You're a bit distracted

It's nice that your long work week is finally over. You're decided that today you'll enjoy the Singles room after the gathering. You could sure use to relieve some stress. Perhaps Samantha took you up on your offer and is waiting for you there in the Singles room, all naked and ready for you to plow. The thought of having sex with her arouses you to no end, that you zone out Wayne's talking until he calls your name.

Mumble, mumble, something, "John!" The crowd erupts in applause. You stand and wave your hand, then take a seat as the applause dies down. "Now onto society matters, we are reducing the recruitment of new Single whittwomen until John here finds and recruits more Whittmen." A quiet murmur, "I'd like to be able to get some of our longer term singles a match." You agree with Wayne. Even though it is his right to not care if those women because aunts or mothers, he is looking out for their well being as well as that of the Society's. You just hope you are up to the challenge.

"But with nothing further, this meeting is adjourned until next week. I will be resuming and announcing the name of the next whittman to get in on the Singles request porn scene. We already have more than two dozen Singles who've signed up, looking for husbands. Help those whittwomen show the world what they can do for a future husband." Wayne bangs a gavel and with that, the door to the singles room opens. You enter the room and survey your choices....