As he exited the shower, Justin was standing in the dressing area with twoyounger guys, obvious friends of his."Hey cunt-lips," he chided, "don't say ...I never did you a favor. These budsof mine have a couple sets of full balls that need emptying and if you'renice to them, and me, we'll give you what you need. But you gotta beg, yougotta tell them what a cunt you are and what a whore for cock you'vebecome." If you convince them, and me, we'll fuck that sweet mouth of yours andgive you numbers two. She was kind of short but had those perfect legs that gave the illusion of going on for ever. She had that long, thick hair that was just perfect to nuzzle in too. I watched her everyday, and I knew her habits. On weekdays morning she dressed in a short dress type suit. All stiff and business-like, the type that made men and women equal in the workplace. Later she would come home and change for jogging. She wore some tight sweat pants and amorphous shirt. Because she had some huge breast she. His face was a look of confidence.He stood up, dropped his jeansand boxers and exposed his member. Laughs and giggles were vibrant around our campfire, why we had one when it wasnt dark is beyond me. Jakes 2 inch soft member was almost invisible in the campfire light. I was laughing the hardest."What? You think you can do better?" He said, pulling up his pants. "Lets see it." He said.He knew he had said the wrong stuff when I stood up with udder defiance. I was 6' tall, athletic body, 6. " Aron smiled. "If he goes to school and learns all he can." Aron frowned and hung his head.Three days later two cars full of doctors showed up. They had called only the previous day. All of them were surgeons and some had even been my teachers when I went to medical school. I put them up at the hotel and after a nice meal I started my interview. Four joints had been selected. They were rejects and marked thus. They examined the joints and they asked me questions first.I went into the method.