"*** The next I knew I was on a table in the operating room, and there was quite a crowd. Or was the room really that small?Mike leaned over and whis...pered "Sorry, Tuck-old-bud, but it was all I could afford. These places are EXPENSIVE!" I wanted to get off the table, to stop being the center of attention, but I couldn't move. The doctor, masked and gowned,leaned over and then ripped the sheets from my body, exposing it to the world, in all its horrible splendor. My figure, itsshape, was pure. It often happened that men would ask me to dance, which I did, but nothing more. I was told by the other girls, that I was a prude, and that I had to let go, and enjoy myself a little. I told them about Karl, but they scoffed. Over the last two weeks I had begun to reconsider my situation. I wanted to have sex, I wanted to feel how it was to be fucked by a cock, and how it was to hold it in my hand. Maybe it was the atmosphere that did it, but I realized I walked around horny most of the day.. I slowly pulled out about halfway, then pushed back in, feeling for his prostrate. As soon as I found that gland, I pressed down, and he grunted. I’d watched enough porn to know that some men could come from just a prostrate massage.I cupped his heavy balls with my left hand while I fucked him with my right. I only moved in and out a couple of inches each time as I twisted my fingers, making sure I never lost contact with his prostrate gland. By this time, Daddy had dropped his head forward and. I decided to leave him a present, I had a photo of his mom, Peggy. I put the photo on a plate and set it on the counter in his bathroom and jacked off, leaving huge load of cum on the photo but not on Peggy's face. I thought it looked funny seeing her huge smile and the rest of her is covered in jizz. I went out to have breakfast. Peggy served up some pancakes and I had just finished eating when she came walking in with the plate and jizzy photo. "Do you know anything about this?" She asked..