Years of work she'd put into researching health for the benefit ofCoxville. Hours upon hours of reading, research, study, pleading requests,hours of ...xhausting labor and more than a few not-so-subtle "accidental"gropes of her ass and breasts from male patients complaining of a faint -and suddenly fleeting - cough, and in the end, what was that got herefforts acknowledge, her hours of physical labor and academic ardorrewarded? Why, the comparing of the menfolk's penis sizes, that's what. Everyone could hear the wet sound of my hand moving up and down my shaft. "Do you let Stan cum in your mouth?" "I always let Stan finish in my mouth and I swallow everything he gives me." As I continued masturbating, my load got closer and closer to shooting out. I opened my legs wider. "Stan, I think your performer is going to cum!" The gentleman was right. I was edging closer and closer to the finish. I started to caress my balls and stroke my cock, moaning and undulating my hips for the. I stare at him, questioning why he wasn’t undressing me, or speaking his polluted intellect into my used ears. He sat down in front of me, both of us half undressed, as more moans surrounded us.“How long have you been working with my brother?” Garret suddenly asked me a question that I never expected a client to ask.“Two years.” My lips barely letting the words go still shocked by his remark.“Who did you loose it with, my brother?”I nodded, not exactly knowing why he asked me such questions. He. Independence loomed. On Sundays, I would travel to those toilets in town which had first aroused my curiosity. Of course I had fantasized what it would be like to be confronted by another man's cock, and what I might do with it, but at this point it was all theory. These toilets seemed to exude a certain kind of sexual energy. I felt it. You could smell it. Dried on sperm trails on the walls and the back of the cubicle doors. Sometimes, if you entered at the right point, a deposit of sperm.