In public, Iwas not to foster a true and open relationship with my boys again untilthey went to college and were old enough to deal with the issues.In...my business affairs however, my fortunes went from strength tostrength. The gay village scene had taken off big time and my warehouseswere soon fully occupied. It was a delightful victory for me one day whena new mayor was elected and arrived unexpectedly at the gay caf? where Iregularly took my morning coffee. I usually did this alone and it. "Please daddy, I see the way you look at me, you want me too, I know it! Please fuck me! Please" he looked all over my body, then went back to my eyes and said Yes I want you too. As long as we don't say a word to anyone, we can do this, OK?" I started crying with pleasure as my pussy got wet with the thought of fucking my dad. He picked me up and started kissing me on my bed. He quickly pulled off his clothes and I got out of mine. Without me knowing what he was going to do, my dad went down. ?It’s BDSM? my friend Narnia told me the next day in the cafeteria. ?Leather and whips and chains?my uncle is into it, but he likes to hit, not BE hit. The saucepan thing’s nothing I ever heard of though.? Narnie lent me a book she’d heisted from her uncle’s trailer, and damn, I learned about some shit when I read about BDSM, boy.Also, in the book they mentioned that you were the ?preeminent BDSM columnist in the country? and that must be so cool for you, Shoeblossom!One day I came home from. The girls had gone for a shower and to get ready for their evening out. I decided to take my shower after I had finished my chores so I would have time to do some work on the computer before the game started. As I headed up the stairs, I could hear the shower running in the bathroom and it reminded me of old times when Jess had lived with me. I pushed open the door of my bedroom and realised the light was on and smiled at my wife's forgetfulness about light switches. It was not until I opened.