I never answered any of them. None of the letters had mentioned my lack of manhood or my HIV situation. I guess the man had not discovered that partic...lar shortcoming, my shortcoming. I still had to figure that he eventually would, but who knew for sure.And one other thing: my refusing to accept his money orders was mentioned in the letters I’d gotten. All of them, the money orders, had been returned to sender! I actually felt good about that; it would be a reminder to them that his money meant. Up to me I think my father and mother has already been tasted all the fucking position in their life. It became a daily routine of mine to see the fucking scene of my parents. Within the course of time recently I have heard strange things from the conversation of my parents while fucking. One day I have witnessed that both father and mother was sleeping nude side by side with no clothe on body. The right thigh of my mother was on the waist of my father circling his total waist line. Her hand. I cannot see the body behind me and panic imagining what will happen next. The figure drags me to the bay mirror, I see my slave master pressed against me,with his hand firmly across my mouth. I relax and become more excited as we play out one of our many fantasies.. I hear his voice, “quiet.” Suddenly I feel his free hand rip across my breasts, my bra and top tear away from my flesh. His hand pinches at my nipples as he caresses my body and curves. I am scared but strangely aroused, as I do. Then, without getting caught, go in the bathroom, slip down her panties and put some spit on the tip of the toy and slip it into her asshole. I told her, during, and after, I wanted pics. She responded with, Yes Sir. Fifteen minutes passed and she sent me pics. Fucking hot pics too. It was her, legs spread, showing me her panties, how wet they were, and how wet her pussy was as she slipped them to the side. She inserted the toy into her pussy, then lubed her asshole with it. Pic by pic showed.