Dad’s office seemed small when I first walked in. “Here, son,” he said handing them to me. Slavery and Rape among others. I prayed for a bolt of lightning to strike me, right then and there. I used to play down there occasionally when I was young, but the older I got and started exploring outside a bit more, I didn’t have a reason to go to the basement much. Well, except for the big door on the back wall, with a key-pad next to it, like in some high-security building. I fell asleep covered in cum, drained and exhausted. In one of those, I noticed that both the guys and girls seemed quite young, barely older than myself. Dad told me that it was time for him to give me my gift from him. Tell him that I’ve grounded you, if you want, and don’t tell him that I found-out what you’ve been doing.” Then he took a deep breath and paused before going on, “But now, I have to ask you for an almost impossible
