“Fuck, Richard’s here.”“Does it matter? You don’t need to speak to him.”“I want him to know I’m so over him.”Charlotte realised that...Emma was quite drunk at this stage. “Should we go home?”“Fuck no. I want to make him jealous.”She stood up and walked over to an older guy who looked like a Robert Smith clone with a spikey bird's nest hairdo. Charlotte watched. She felt like she was watching a car crash unfolding, powerless to stop it. She saw Emma turn around to check Richard was watching, then. I wasn’t alone, of course. All over the world, men like me came under government control. Our sperm was too precious to waste on just anybody, so our sex life became tightly controlled. Don’t get me wrong. I still get to fuck. In fact, I don’t have any choice.The first year or so, it was hell. I was just masturbating and ejaculating into test tubes, and I had no real sex life at all. Then they found that the Japanese were getting good results by having women trained to edge the Studs and give. Mum was always away on business working in London for many weeks and not getting much chance to get home to see us and this always affected dad alot and I could tell he missed her alot and he was not getting much sleep and I went to go into his room one night to speak to him and I hered noises coming from inside so I slowly opened the door and looked inside the room to see dad laying naked on his bed with mum panties in his hand and he was rubbing them over his cock while watching a porn DVD. I. I always carried a portable CB radio to talk with truckers while driving just to know what to expect what is ahead. I had been talking to this one driver that was a few miles behind me. His name was John. The snow was coming down harder and visibility was getting bad. John told me there was a truck stop coming up and asked if I would join him for coffee there and wait to see if the storm let up. I pulled into the truck stop and got a booth. A few minutes later this gorgeous looking, tall.