Even when Dad was diagnosed, we couldn’t find the time to visit. Every time someone had had enough and gave up on me, Tommy would pick up the slack....When Mum and Dad became limited, Tommy picked up the slack. It’s scary to think I nearly pushed him away on his last visit.The lines between being asked and being told became very blurred. If he told me to do something and I hesitated, he would make me feel guilty. Soon his instructions were put as requests, knowing that I would comply rather than. Go through the list below (#'s 1 - 16) and for everything that fits your fantasies, add up the points for a fantasy score (ranging from 0 to 30). For everything that you have actually done, add up the points for a reality score (ranging from 0 to 30). Share your scores below in the comments section!SOMEWHAT TAME ACTS(#1) You masturbated in front of another man +1 point(#2) You stroked another man's cock +1 point(#3) You stroked another man's cock until he came +1 point(#4) You received oral sex. Once he got his blood-engorged head past my resistant sphincter, he started fucking my ass slowly penetrating as deeply as he could. What’s the matter? Don’t you want me to fuck you in the ass? “Nooooooooo stop it. Its paining” I screamed in pain, cried, and begged him to stop raping my arse.The pain in my arse was splitting me. It felt as though my limbs were being torn apart. He switched his grip from around my waist to putting a hand on the back of each shoulder and pulled them slightly. After my "portfolio" had been shot, my life returned to something approaching normal, insofar as the term could be applied to my situation. I took up my daily routine again the next day, and found the trainers at least as harsh as they had been previously. Perhaps they knew that I would soon be leaving them, and wanted to ensure that their student did not embarrass them in the outside world. Or perhaps they only wanted to make sure that they took maximum advantage of my available body before it.