Esa hi humein ek chance mila. Uske ghar mein koi nhi tha. Uske mom sath subha subha hi out of station chale gye and usne mje call krke bta diya. Uska ...all aaya toh mje bahut khushi hui and mai jldi se tyaar ho kr nikal gya. Raste mein chemist se condom ke 2 packets le liye. And uske ghar pahuch gya. Uski door bell bajai and woh bhaar aayi kholne. Wah mai toh usse dekh ke shock ho gya. Woh black skirt and backless white top pheni hui thi. Uske 34 boobs saaf dikh rhe the. Usse dekh ke mere muh. Coffee released my head from his hand lock and gave a chance to hisfriend to enjoy me !Mr. Cream's dick was as long as his buddy but much slimmer. My banana trainingwould be of use at last. He was less rough and slowly let his cock down mythroat. Slow back and forth with his balls just a tongue's lenght away when he was as deep as I could take him !!Ready for some more actions, Mr. Coffee noded at his buddy and they both grab me by the arms and had me get on hands and knees on a wooden. That very society that started the program. The very society that decided that any person living on the street was to have no rights at all. We either had a choice of being shot on sight or being lead to a cryogenic freezing faculty. My fate would be to be sent to one of these places. My name is Dan. One of those forgotten souls that was forced into this treatment.Chained in the back of the van I waited this very fate. A line of twelve others were forced face down next to me. Each of them. She didn't grow a third eye, or six fingers, or four ears, or even a third breast ... worse luck. Her clit stayed the same length nor did she grow an asshole on the middle of her forehead and shit her brains out.She looked like DD, smelled like DD, tasted like DD ... YES!! ... fucked like DD. She was the same multi orgasmic DD. She was the same old(young) DD outside ... with a twist ... or two ... or six, inside.DD's information center had been chugging along processing input like normal brains.