Then he announced his assessment."Based on what I can see here - your shrunken cock size, poorly developed muscles, small testes, absence of body hair... and homosexual tendencies - you appear to be suffering from a lack of testosterone. Sadly, we can't do much to stimulate your natural testosterone. However, in his report, the officer who brought you in described a daily masturbation habit." The doctor tutted disapprovingly while subconsciously rubbing his boner through his trouser pocket.. The angle was slightly different in this position but felt equally arousing. I placed my hands on his chest, looked into his eyes, and slowly began moving my hips up and down.I couldn’t believe how hot it made me to stare into his eyes as I used his cock to fuck my ass. Knowing that he knew exactly what was happening and that he was enjoying it as much as I was turned me on to no end. When I felt his hands grab my ass and help me bounce on his cock, I knew I was going to cum again; his strong. She undressed and went to the top drawer of her dresser. He couldn'tsee what she was doing but she returned and had him bend forward overthe bed with his feet on the floor.She inserted one, then two, then three fingers into his rear. Then hefelt something strange enter it. At first there was some pain then itbecame pleasurable. He found himself backing into her thrusts. He heardher groaning and knew soon she would be coming. All of a sudden he felta warm wave of enjoyment come over him. He knew. ‘Thank you,’ he almost whispered. He rose from stool, turned for the side door. ‘Goodnight, Linda,’ he called as the crowd began to stir, waving toward the counter. ‘Goodnight, sugar,’ Linda called back, ‘get home safe.’ The young man nodded, slung his guitar over his back, neck pointing toward Earth, and opened the door, slipping out quietly. His ears were met by the ubiquitous, reliable murmur of the Chicago evening. Taxis beeped, buses rumbled, people laughed and shouted, music blared, the.