The twentieth century was one of the most appalling foranomie & wholesale murder, but at least we didn't live in an anthill.In this new century, we wi...l, and in that anthill I foresee a drasticsuppression of the individual liberties that make life worth living. Theonly alternatives I see are widespread, devastating disease or widespread,devastating war. This was one of several reasons why I never reproduced:I didn't want kids of mine to grow up & live in such a world. For myself,every time I. Joanne heard the unmistakable sound of afoil packet being opened and stretching of rubber.Steve joined her immediately, having dressed for theoccasion. “I’m not sure I can accommodate some thing that size,”Joanne lied. She’d had several cocks of a similar sizebut that had been some years ago. “I’m sure it’ll be OK,” Steve whispered, leaningforward and kissing her gently. He wriggled his bodyand without the use of hands, his erection expertlyfound. Uske an eke baad hum idhar udhar ki baate karne lage. Phir Mita usse puchhi, “Ritu, aap bura na mane to ek sawaal puchhu?”“Arre nahi, aap aisi kyon bol rahi hai, pucchiye na, kya puchhna hai?” Woh boli.Mita boli, “aap itni sundar ho kea apse koi bhi pyar kar baithe, kya apki koi boy friend hai?”Woh haske boli, “nahi, meri to koi bhi boyfriends nahi hai….. Aur phir aap to sundar hai kya apke koi boy friends hai?”Hum donone ek dusre ko dekha phir Ritu ko bole, “Guess karo.”Woh kuchh der sochti. The two other women held my head and I was made to sniff and take in her rich anal aroma before I would be allowed to lick; the women made thoroughly sure I knew my place and was owned by them completely. They were in their element and were going to get maximum enjoyment from my complete and utter surrender to them. My cock was bobbing and dribbling, aching like hell in need of relief as I too thoroughly enjoyed my submission; I was ready to die for the women at that point. The order was.