He is doing fine

Craig lay back in his single room. The bed shook as the mattress whined and bounced in rhythm with the woman above him. She was far from the hottest woman he had been with, but she was the hottest prostitute he had seen. He had his hands behind his back, he eyes closed, focused on the feeling of his cock in her tight but not super tight cunt. She was a week into his training and he had learned a lot about how to please a woman.

Recovery itself wasn't hard for him. He used a lot, but his body seemed not to really need it after the first week at least, even psychologically he was fine. Still they wanted to keep him the full six months. For his uncle's plan he wanted to stay also. He had already made contact with the target and the prey.

Craig's eyes shot open as he felt it, the way the bitch above him had an extra twitch as he hit just a certain spot in the back of her cunt. If he recalled correctly, the A-spot. Gripping her hips he began to manipulate how his cock-head hit that spot. He stared at the woman's face, watching her reactions with clinical precision as he tried various levels of speed and **** at the spot. Different combinations until he hit on the best and watched her fall onto his scrawny, and sore chest.

"Fuck Craig, you are getting good at it. Only took you five minutes to find it this time." The skinny prostitute said, "You have to realize the advantage you and your uncle have. Well you are different, but your length isn't something most men have. Your uncle also has his insane girth, and experience. We can't do anything about your girth, but with the right technique you won't need it. Nick can hit that spot you just learned about yesterday, but he can't pound it, or rub it like you can."

Craig's face glowed with triumph as he thought about how to get back what was his. He was still in awe of his uncle, but he wanted to get back to fucking MJ and Felicia. He wanted to take them back, or at least be back up. Craig looked at the woman above him with a touch of love in his eyes. He had never really experienced love, even motherly love and though he knew the woman above him was literally a whore, she treated him more tenderly than any woman ever had. He could still remember the first time they had met on his first day in recovery.