And it wasn't all plastic surgery either. I had always taken care of my body. I worked out hard, five or six times a week, and my hard flat tummy was ... spectacular contrast to all the new curves."Feel your breasts," said my new doctor. "You won't be able to tell them from the real thing."I gasped as a shockwave went through my body. The sensation of me grasping my new breasts set my body on fire, radiating all the way down to my clit. These feeling we so intense, I didn't want to let go. I. “I’m not sure you want to go there…” “Oh, that’s funny, brcause I am,” she said confidently, stroking a finger lightly up my asscrack. Damn, that felt good. “I mean, uh…” I swallowed. “I’m not gay, so…” “That doesn’t mean you don’t like to be assfucked,” she said, pressing her fingertip against my anus and moving it in small circles. “It just means you don’t like to be fucked by a man. I’m not a man, so…problem solved.” “But…but…” my eyes widened further as she swept a finger through the. To the side of it a couch is pushed up against the far wall, a pile of trainers, socks and shoes in front of it. On the couch are gym bags and a suit neatly folded on an arm rest. Centre of the room is a coffee table adorned by wine glasses and a couple of bottles of what looks like cheap fizzy white wine. “C’mon lads all I can see is your arses.”The cameraman’s hand is in shot, gesturing to get the bodies in formation. “Get the star of the show out here then,” shouts a voice off camera. “C’mon. ” Lorna again focused on how everyman kept telling her they planned to revisit her. She wondered just how long Steve planned to keep her as a play thing for these mad men.Sniveling, she had to get a hold of herself. She looked at his eyes and seeing no sign that he might relent. She nodded, and leaned forward to take him into her mouth. She took him and engulf his cock as far as she dared, then sucked hard. She was not going to chance another session being double fucked, and decided to play.