The Complete Trilogy in One Convenient PackageChad hadn't felt a tingling in his pants like that since that dreadful day in which he had to throw his laptop in front of the school bus.The tingling in his pants drove Chad on a huntLike his hunter and gatherer ancestors, he needed to brave the jungle and get some nourishment. But his jungle wasn't covered in red woods, oaks and poison ivy.The forest he hunted was presumably faster. The internet. Hotties everywhere and he needed to get his mouth around them... or hands on them... or just his tongue. It didn't matter.Off from work, skipping his workout, his boxers held back a hungry beast from the flirty girls in his social media friends list. That night, the beast was unleashed......but ran into an even hungrier beast.Emir's Turkish Sausage:American girls were good for one thing.They were great for that one thing actually. That's why Emir traveled to America once a year. To over indulge in American girls for a week and then return to his respectable family.This time was even more important. He was a few weeks away from getting married to the girl his parents had arranged for him to marry. His father had given him a promotion at their export business and he'd be working more and would have less time for the fun things.But this trip was a bust.The American girls weren't putting out as much as he had experienced on his last few trips to New York. The Turkish monster in his pants hungered to be admired and fondled by amoral American girls.And he couldn't hide his monster's rage as he walked through the city that never slept. Even though it seemed like everyone was asleep, except for Emir.He pulled and tugged on his monster so much as he walked around the city in a foggy haze of recreational drugs and alcohol that he nearly got the police called on him. He even earned himself a slap to the face by a Black girl who wasn't impressed at the thickness of his Turkish manhood, bulging in his jeans.That slap ended his night, his thirst and his fascination with American free spirits. Or so he thought. Thanks to a Black girl hiding a bulge under her skirt that even impressed Emir, he just might be itching to return to America sooner than he thought.Mark's Enormous Curse:This girl, who wasn't really a girl, came into the library where he worked at least once a week.He knew that she wasn't born a female, but he thought she was one of the prettiest women he had ever seen. She was sweet, with beautiful dark brown skin. It intrigued him that she was not born a woman, but nothing about her registered in his mind as anything other than a woman.He enjoyed their weekly conversations and he often wished she'd make a surprise visit to chat with him. He knew he could never get a girl like that in his life. He was too nerdy. Girls like that liked big tough, guys, not skinny, scrawny, socially awkward guys like himself.He jumped at the chance to go out with her when she asked him to go to the movies with her. What harm could it do to have a pretty friend?But that night turned out to be more than that. He learned some things about himself.He learned that he liked dominating girls with their own big tools. He learned that his own big tool was a source of power for him. He learned that he could make her beg to be treated as his captive any time he wanted.