Then I went after his cock. I fisted it and moved my hand back and forth. His knob was wet and slippery and his foreskin moved over his glans freely. ...He was getting hard with my ministrations. I grabbed a handful of toilet paper with my left hand. When he ejaculated, I wanted to catch it with the paper rather than get it all over my shoes, pants and floor. Just then the door opened. My neighbour’s cock was pulled out of my hand and he immediately arose to settle back on the seat. I could hear. "Fuck that! Where do I sign?" Cassie asked.Natalie produced a clipboard with a four page contract clipped to it andput in on the overbed table with a ballpoint pen. Cassie didn't evenread it before she signed it."Make sure you have my menthols when I come out of the shit!" Cassiebarked and rolled over."Doctor!" Natalie screeched as she left the room and strutted down thecorridor.Cassie didn't get any Negro-nurse sex when she woke up in the recoveryroom this time. A male agent was there to. At least it still looked the same.Changes had been made in my bathroom too. I now had a full length mirror panel type thing and I could pretty well tell that my legs were longer than they had been and that from waist to shoulders I wasn't quite as long as before. Funny though, I appeared to be the same height as always.Greenie showed up as soon as I was dressed and led me away for breakfast. Breakfast hadn't changed."That's the damnedest operation I've ever had. I can plainly see that you've. ) For at least a month, though, nothing happened.But then my friend and his girlfriend started having issues. I never asked what they were, but it became apparent that something was up when she started texting me more often and about more personal things. She would ask me things like, "Are you still hooking up with that girl Carol? She doesn't even swallow!" or she'd tell me how long it's been since she'd been fucked ("It's been almost a week, I can barely go a day!"). I started to learn things.