I held thecock up to my lips, mouth open and waited. I glanced down at the cock,something I had tried to avoid doing most of the evening, and foundmys...lf studying it, as I had wanted to do earlier. I realized that Icould look it over very well from that angle and not worry about Craigcatching me at it.It was still hard, and was throbbing faintly in my hand as I studied theangry red head and the thick ropey veins that passed through it. It wassoft, I knew from holding it and feeling it against. It felt odd to consider it my roomfor the week, or at least for the four days I had until my operation.I'd be in the hospital for most of the week afterward.After taking a shower, I stepped into Sarah's room to get dressed.Julia, my image consultant, had decided that I should dress similarly tohow I was dressed during the concert, but with a more expensive edge. Wehad decided on a pair of jeans and a very stylish off-white, almostcream top that wasn't quite a tank, but still left my shoulders. His hands were roaming all over my body, touching me where I had never been touched before with such skill. I was not a virgin, but one clumsy attempt at sex does not qualify as experienced either. I never knew things could feel this good. I started to protest and he told me that my punishment for forgetting my math book would be to let him do whatever he wanted to me. I secretly wanted to, but did not want him to know that, so I whimpered a little and pulled away. He grab me and. The whole thing had been supremely embarrassing to Siobhan in light of the fact that it had taken her and a male intern to get it done. Well, not really. The male intern in question had been scared shitless of Ajax. Harold was a thin and nervous-looking young man who’d grown up in the shadow of his mother’s affluence and as men go, to Siobhan’s mind at least, he lacked many of the things that set them apart from people of her gender, having little to no upper body strength or strength of any.