"Why the 'Sorority Row Hero' Isn't," screamed the first headline I saw. There was a grainy photo of me standing beside my Suburban with the door open....It took me a minute to figure out it was an old photo in which I was playing chauffeur for Joanne. She'd been cut out of the picture. A second picture was of me looking down scowling. I puzzled over that one for a while. How long had this guy been following me? I finally realized that this was a picture from one of the video tapes of my show. I. We dried off and he told me that tonight, he wanted to teach me some other things about my body. I was excited about that of course and after we ate some dinner and I did some homework, we sat down on the sofa and he put a movie on the DVD.The movie was a dirty movie and it showed 4 or 5 guys touching each other and one of them got on his knee's and took turns sucking the other men's big cocks. I felt myself getting a boner watching them and one of the guys came in his mouth. It was a ton of. Sure, patents – two actually; one for the new material and one for the process to make the electrodes – were issued to "Mr. Fairchild"; however they were issued to Dad – not to me. He knew I could have gotten them, but that was not in his plans, so he doctored the papers.An area of Dad's factory was converted to produce the components and it very quickly turned profitable. Within a year he stopped producing the other crap they had been doing and converted the entire production area to make "my". Even though I was quite scared, I was still very horny, and a big wet patch had developed on my tracky bottoms. This was just plain embarrassing, there was no hiding it, so I hope no one walked by. After almost ten minutes, I was contemplating going back to the car when the phone rang. My heart raced and my stomach was tuning over. I lifted the receiver and before I could speak, a voice said "you look like a cheap rent boy, and the precum on you tracky bottoms is a dead giveaway that you're a.