As soon as I was old enough, I got myself a full time job working as a male prostitute. The first time was a little bit awkward as it was with a gay m...ddle-aged business man who just wanted a blow job. He paid me good money. After a year, I'd saved enough cash to get myself an operation from man to woman. So I had the operation done, which made me have breasts, and toned down my muscular male body to look more feminine, but I kept my dick and balls.I changed my name to Jessica from Ben and had. At one point, when I’d been little, he’d insulated the garage, hung drywall, and installed a small heater so he could work in the garage in the Winter. The small exhaust fan he’d installed just behind the workbench was on to draw the fumes out.“Where did you learn woodworking?” I asked.“From our next-door neighbor in Naperville. I was about fourteen when he started teaching me.”“What got you interested in woodworking?”“Shop class, mostly.”“Mostly?”Dad looked up and shook his head, “I need to. “I remember you now.” I say.“Do you?” He smiles and wraps his coat around my shoulders.“Lucian Martinez.” I take another drag from the nearly spent cigarette and stub it out on the concrete wall. “You changed your name.”“Oui. Ain’t no good being Cajun here,” he says, his soft patois giving me a shivery thrill just like it did when I was in high school.“And you lost the Creole,” I accuse.“That too,” he agrees.I sigh and lean against the wall, sliding down until my butt hits concrete. “You better. John knelt over Carol and began rubbing his engorged, dripping cock all over her body. He left a slippery stream of precum on her from her neck to her cunt. I got up on my knees and started proding Carol's body with my hard cock, her tits, her neck, her cheeks, slithering down to her cunt.Carol groaned, "Fuck me Fuck me."The atmosphere in the room was of heightened sexual desire, need, fucking, licking, sucking. John got between Carol's legs and started rubbing his cock along her hot cunt.