She finally had enough she wanted a child. She finally caved and made the appointment at the clinic. With a 100 % success rate it was a sure thing for...her pregnancy. The next day she went in. It was time.A questioner was filled out , info fed into a data base and within minutes 3 suitable mates where produced.She was naked and lying on a bed ,her head over the edge was locked into a large clamp type devise once the perfect angle for throating was established. Legs also strapped into the gyn. I continued on this way for several minutes. His hand firmly pushed my head down, making me take more of him into my mouth. I was able to take about five inches before I started gagging. He let me pull back a bit before pushing my head back down further. He continued this pattern until he was all the way down my throat, and my nose hit his pubic bone. I held him there in the back of my throat as best I could. "Stay just like that, dollface." he whispered as his soft hands cupped my face. He. "That's positively indecent," I muttered.And third, in front of the chair was a desk. Looking at the grooves on the floor, it was apparent that after sitting in the chair it would slide forward and lock smoothly with the desk, trapping the sitter with soft rubber contours covering his entire body from the chest down.But worst of all was the seat. It was contoured for ass cheeks with a peak running down the center and with a hole in the middle. When you sat on it, the chair would separate and. "By the end of the my First Grade it was on the doors of all the classrooms at my school."Rachael's List was the bane of every socially acceptable kid in town."Oh, there's more. Even worse."If I got caught doing anything on the list, I got spanked by the catcher. I had to tell them my phone number and I'd get it again when I got home."We had Operator Assisted Telephones and those girls listened ... my infractions were the stuff of Bridge Club gossip, and Pool Hall jokes."I had that List.