Hello everyone, my name is Christina, and I am 23 years old. A little about myself, I am green-eyed brown-haired, with a second breast size and elastic ass, I am low, but my figure is beautiful and taut, I always follow myself.

This is the second year since I married a wonderful guy. My husband's name is Sergey, passionate and gentle, the best. But there is one thing, but despite the fact that we often have sex, I could not get pregnant. The doctors made a disappointing diagnosis, Sergey had azoospermia, that is, he was fruitless. Serozha was very worried about this, he knew how much I want to become a mother.
One day, when I was at work with my best friend Alexandra, I complained to her about my fate.

Sasha was new in our company, but for her cheerful and understanding character, everyone loved her and shared even the most intimate. To Sasha's honor, she kept secrets like a grave, and never discussed or gossiped.

Sasha told me about a private clinic where they could have done artificial insemination, and I decided to ask my husband. Sergei was with both hands for.
And on the appointed day, Sasha and I stood in front of a small and homely building of old brick, the appearance of which did not cause any trust. Sergey was busy at work, so Sasha saw me off.

As soon as we went inside, my jaw dropped, everything around was like from a futuristic film, there were strange devices on the walls. LED lamps, and an aquarium in which one single but very big fish swam. Such a contrast made a lasting impression.
- Send Christie - Sasha pulled me to the office where there was a "procedural" sign.

Inside was an ordinary-looking nurse, she was slim, slender, but all kind of gray, like a mouse. She also wore horn-rimmed glasses.
In the office I was examined, I will not talk about it. For two hours, I did everything from blood tests to fluoride, everything was done on ultra-modern devices right on the spot.
After that, they put me behind a computer, and I filled out the questionnaire “my child”. There was a choice of sex, and the alleged appearance of the unborn child (I chose the blue-eyed blond, like my husband was). As Sasha said, these are technologies that have not yet come into mass use, and they will not take money from me. The only condition is to come to the survey once a year to monitor our health.

Finally, having finished with this occupation, they sent me to the operating room, and Sasha stayed in the rest room.
“Greetings to you, Christina,” said a pleasant male voice.
Its owner was a doctor, two meters tall, with thick brown hair and shoulder width as a hammerman. He took me to the operating room, where there was no one but him. Noticing my opinion, he explained that to work with this equipment is enough of him alone, the rest will be done by the technician, and the pre-selected and processed donor sperm.

Having ordered me to undress, the doctor went to prepare the equipment, he glanced at me, watching my jeans and shirt. When I stayed in some white lace panties and bra, he told me to lie down on the table.
My legs trembled with excitement, and after the second unsuccessful attempt to climb, the doctor lifted me up like a feather, and laid me on the table.
The table was moderately soft, with armrests and a small pillow for the head.
Around there were a lot of sophisticated equipment, from which wires and tubes protruded.
The doctor carefully examined my analyzes and the questionnaire asked if I was ready.

I nodded. Stretching a mask from the nearest device, he put it on me, she immediately stuck to my face.
- Do not worry, the procedure is not painful, however, it is preferable to carry out it under anesthesia, the doctor explained.
“You just get some sleep,” he said, patting my chest.

I wanted to say that he stopped, but then a hissing came from the mask, and I smelled a strange, sweetly sweet smell that made me dizzy, and everything swam before my eyes, the legs I had strained when the doctor poured my breast, they relaxed and he put them on a stand, protruding from the edge of the table, which now looked like a gynecological chair. The last thing I remember is how the doctor takes off my underpants, and than smears my pussy, after which I fell asleep.