A parable to meditate on in our politically correct society...An old man, a boy and a donkey were going to town. The boy rode on the donkey, and the o...d man walked.As they went along they passed some people who remarked “What a shame, the old man is walking, the boy is riding.” The man and boy thought maybe the critics were right, so they changed positions.Later they passed some people who remarked “What a shame, he makes that little boy walk”. So they decided they’d both walk.Soon they passed. For the next three months I only left the house to go to the courthouse for depositions and hearings. Except for that I didn't have the nerve to leave my house. I couldn't face anyone and no one wanted anything to do with me.I began to spend all my time in my room when my parents were home. As far as I know my parents never saw any of the videos. But they heard far too many of the statements describing all the horrible acts I'd been forced to commit. They didn't see the pictures or the DVDs.. I certainly hadn’t wanted to get her upset during the massage, but yet I felt the need to see if she was willing to explore her sensuality a bit. I’m glad she’s right up front about enjoying that massage, and that she’d like to continue like that. But there’s something behind the way she’s looking directly into my eyes, holding my hand in a way she’s never done before. I think she’s wondering where we go from here, and not quite sure how to bring it up. Well, if I’ve got it wrong about her I’ll. "A proper man would not have let it happen".He looked crushed. "Please don't do this to us" Susan whispered "what youare making us do is a great sin". I just laughed. I released his prick and stood up. I picked up a large soft cushionfrom a chair by the bed and looked down a Derek. "Lift your bum, there's agood girl" I said. He was too shocked not to comply and I arranged thecushion under his arse so that it was tilted up off the bed. "I'm not agirl" he muttered "don't keep calling me that". "I.