Relax. Tighten. Relax. Tighten. Relax. Tighten. Relax. Tighten. Relax. Tighten. Relax."Oh baby, look at you and we haven't even started fucking yet." ...he said lovingly, her pussy still working its magic."Oh, it feels so good, mom." I moaned."Oh sugar-bear...are you ready for momma to ride you?" She asked."Yeah." I muttered.Mom started to move her hips and I felt my cock slip part way down her channel, but then, all at once, it got swept right back into her depths. She repeated this and soon her. She even showed me the records of the recent transfer that endedonly 4 months ago. I didn't want to even think about how she performedthat specific of research as there is no way that those types of trialswere FDA approved. That's when she dropped the bomb on me. She wasperforming that research on herself and her personal assistants. Andshe'd be performing it on me!I felt the prick of the needle in my neck and the world went black. WhenI opened my eyes next, I was looking at my own body. . Helen had had plenty of cock before she met me, if she hadn't I could have lied to her and told her that mine was average size, but unfortunately she knew better. She told me on several occasions that mine was the smallest she'd ever seen. She used to call it cute, but I think that was just to make me feel better. By evening I had got used to the banter and the fact that I was from now on going to be the butt of all my friends jokes. It's strange how you can get used to humiliation. We all went. That saved me $8—a good start.I wandered around the booths a bit and noticed some promising possibilities. My usual come-on trick is to go into one of the larger booths while leaving the door open. I make sure it the video screen is tuned to a got gay flick and then stand near the door. I picked a booth with a couple of chair in it and changed the movie.Having done this, a good looking black guy came to the door and stopped. Then he turned around with his back facing me. I didn’t quite know.