A little intro about me, I am a middle-class child of a single mother who worked so hard to educate me. I lost my father at a very small age and even ...hough my relatives forced my mom to remarry, she stayed single for me.Coming to me, I was 19 years old when this happened and studying B.Tech 1st year. I was fair looking with body measurements 34-24-33 but not too fair and 5.3″ in height. I am always active and speak well with everyone but I only had very small close friends circle. My best. My tiny form sat in front of the Majors huge body, my pussy gaping open shiny and wet, my small breasts perky with hard nipples. One of his huge hands covers one of my breasts plumping and kneeding my flesh, tweeking the nipple turning it a very angry red. His other hand dips down to my pussy rubbing my fluids up, down and all over my folds. Watch me Mary, watch my big hand stroking your little pussy baby. One of his fingers disappeared into my cunt and lazily pumps in and out of me, teasing. He only has twelve boxes under him and six of those are still empty. But the department only started Monday, so he still has a lot of space to fill. You see that we have the National Repopulation Project, the National Insemination Project, the Directional Committee for Population Demographics, the Project Oversight Committee, the Division for Experimental Cloning, and look! There you are.”“The Special Liaison for Specimen Care and Well-Being?”“Yes. And now I have my own box. Notice I don’t work. Veronica and her two friends all ran outside with the crowd. But after a few tense moments the horror of what we had seen had worn away. We eventually gained back out senses and realized that it was all just a show. As we saw the other people who watched the show with us began to laugh to themselves and with their friends. "It was all only a cheap-makeshift, theatrical trick to scare us," Veronica said to her friends. The group of friends were still laughing and talking among themselves about.