In retrospect I have become depressed, my whole sense of myself was tiedup in my tiny little penis which would never serve the woman.I almost turned b...ck when I went into the doctor's room, but immediately hesaw me he came over and shook my hand saying "what can we do for youThomas you don't come to the doctor often, you're such a healthy guy"He immediately put me at ease. I sat down on the chair and tried to start to tellhim what the problem was. But the shame of it took hold of me and I. The third room was obviously more masculine, hunting and fishing prints were hung on the walls. A brief search didn’t provide any items of interest, although one item I found in the adjoining bath gave me a whole new idea and I quickly added it to my stash. Moving downstairs I looked out towards the boathouse and could see Mark still moving about. I checked into the room he’d slept in and found a much larger room, apparently the parents of whom ever used the rooms upstairs. My quick search of. "First we need you to sign a consentform allowing us full and unrestricted access to your medical records."He handed me the form. "That is a formality but we do need to know asmuch about your past medical history as possible and then there is yourblood test result. Everything is normal for somebody of your age, liver,kidneys and heart, that sort of thing, all working well and no problems.Red cell count and haemoglobin are fine but there is one strikinganomaly, your hormone levels are not far. She backed up then, holding just the head of my cock between her lips as it began to flex and pulse, squirting blast after blast of my cum into her mouth. She slowly worked me with one hand, draining the last of my juice into her mouth before swallowing one last time, pulling my shorts back up and moving back to her chair.Carrie smiled as she took a sip of her coffee. “Well, that was a great appetizer, but now I need some real breakfast.”I sat at the table, recovering and enjoying my own.