Harmony couldn’t remember when the last day had gone by where she hadn’t spent most of it with a cock between her lips.

When the Sexual Service Bill went into effect, a previously homeless man had been moved into her apartment. She was required, by law, to supply him with food, clothing, a place to sleep, and to take care of all his sexual needs.

Now, she spent most of her time at work getting her throat fucked, then came home to a man who, even after seven months, still hadn’t told her his name. He liked watching her work her head up and down his shaft, so she usually spent several hours on her knees before and after dinner.

Since there was only one bedroom and he liked to sleep alone, she ended up sleeping on the couch most nights, unless he felt like having her service his cock while he slept.

It was a little monotonous, but she understood that it was necessary for the good of civilization.