Well, it did get a bit longer from all the manipulation, but it didn’t start to get hard. “Fucking little, good-for-nothing baby-dick,” I...spat-out after a moment or two. “Boy, you got a long way to go before you’ll ever call that pitiful thing a cock again. Cocks are big and hard and hairy,” I pressed my hips forward and felt my thighs bump his knees. “Tell me, which of these is a cock and which is a withered piece of spaghetti?” “Yours is a cock,” he said dutifully, “mine is. ” I turned around, smiled at them, and said, “Yes, actually I do, and even drunk on my ass, I would know about germination, seeing how I grew up on a farm, and that’s pretty basic stuff taught is High School and 4 H.” With mouths wide opened, I explained the process so even they would understand, and I was still sort off pissed off at the comment made to me not knowing about what they were talking about and missed the opportunity to move in on them, so still a little drunk, I laid $10 on the. I dressed as instructed and headed to meet My Black Master. I arrived at his apartment building, and rang the bell for the apartment number he gave me. He didn't say anything over the intercom, and just buzzed me in. As I rode up in the elevator I could feel my pussy getting wet, anticipating the evening's upcoming events. I walked to his door and rang the bell, and a few seconds later the door opened, and I saw My Master, he was completely naked, and his cock was huge and rock hard. I couldn't. That sounded satisfactory so I made the appointment for the next morning. I went to bed that night in a good frame of mind even after my nightly phone call to Sara was normal and I thought how happy she would be when she could give up taking her birth control pills.I didn't sleep well that night thinking about the operation and after a light breakfast headed to the doctors office which was in a medical office complex nearby. After filling out all the forms including providing a medical history.