It became a status symbol for the ripo to “collect” fertiles, to show them off, to have a large, and pregnant, harem. They became show pieces, com...anions for social appearances, and eye candy for public consumption.Fertiles were, in short order pressed into servitude, both as guinea pigs for researching a cure as well as becoming broodmares, usually kept pregnant. As such, many women who were luckily still capable of childbirth tended to keep that information quiet. Infertile women were much. In the evening Archana called as agreed upon and we started to have a normal, casual conversation and in my mind gradually as we were talking, I started imaging her bouncy melons from school days when we used to ogle at her.Her voice sounded so soft and seductive as if she wants something and that’s why she is being so nice. She always knew how to get something from a guy and then we had following conversation;Archana: Pratham (lucky bastard of this story), I want your help with. We started out just kissing each other and on each other’s tits. Slowly working our fingers down each other to our pussies. We were both so very wet. We rubbed slowly over each other’s clits while we kissed and sucked each other’s tits. She slowly slid her finger deep inside me. My pussy was sooo extremely wet I soaked her hand. She wanted to taste me, so I slid around and she began to lick me clean. While she licked all my juices, the hubby was behind her rubbing and getting a lick of her. His chiseled face contorted and his eyes squeezed close. Fuck. I leaned forward before I could stop myself. As if drawn by some invisible force, I pressed my lips to his. I figured I had about five seconds before he realized what was going on and I lost my best friend of twenty five years. I was terrified, but at the same time I felt peace like I’d never known. I had struggled with my sexuality since I was fifteen and let Luke Grayson blow me in the locker room after a track meet. He got me.