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While not technically my son, he was basically mine. Bobby was 12, and even though it was likely a little uncomfortable calling me daddy at his age, he did so because he knew that was what I expected. I had fostered him since he was 8, and even though I had saved him from his previous life of physical and emotional abuse, I used him differently—a way he eventually learnt to tolerate and accept was the best hand he would get. Bobby blushed deeply as he stood in front of me, fully exposed. He met my gaze, trying not to let his eyes wander. "What are we going to do today, Daddy?" "I thought we would watch some TV before dinner." As he sat down next to me, he paid special attention to keeping his legs well apart, knowing that I might want further access to him and that if I wanted to touch him, he had no say in the matter. "What are we going to watch?" "I was thinking of some home movies. Some from when you first arrived here."

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