:: Submit. <><><>You're not sure what he's going to do to you, but you know you don't have the power to resist him anyway. <>You immediately flash back to watching him fuck your mother up the ass, but even that isn't enough to convince you to try to resist him. <>[[You]] bend over the desk apprehensively, acutely aware that you're exposing your newly fleshy ass and hips in a provocative pose to this powerfully masculine man. You suddenly feel like a nervous young maiden, about to give up her virginity and you swear that you can feel your asshole dilating, as if opening to accept him. You also feel tears start to well up in your eyes. [[Belinda]], who has walked in front of you to get the lubricating jelly from the desk sees your body language and says impatiently, "Don't be silly, Parker. If Daddy wanted to fuck you, you'd already be begging him for it. He just wants to examine you." "That's enough, Belinda," [[Mr. Anderson]] says. "She is right that my interest is purely clinical, though. I don't plan to hurt you or take advantage of you." You hear him snap on a rubber glove which he had retrieved from somewhere behind you and Belinda walks behind you to give her father the lubricating jelly. Mr. Anderson spreads your ass cheeks and you can feel him slowly pushing a big, beefy, lubricated, rubber-encased finger past your sphincter and into your bowels. He starts gently thrusting into you, making you moan like a slut in heat and you can't help but start rubbing your stubbornly erect penis against his desk. Your cheeks burn with shame at your unmanly behavior. Damn it, you think, I'm not gay and I'm not a girl. Why am I reacting this way? He pulls his finger out and removes the glove, discarding it in the trash. "Your prostate is still quite sensitive. That's fairly unusual at this stage. I don't think it's anything to worry about, but I'm going to have to check my past files and see what I can learn. Thank you, Parker, you can get dressed now." [[Get dressed.]]