It was probably the kind that could be found anywhere near the ports of Liverpool. If Liverpool has ports. Come to think of it, I don't have a clue as...to where in England Liverpool actually is, and I guess that's the point. One day the owner would wake up and convert it into a twenty-four hour taco bar. In this town, that would be a fucking gold mine.One thing was certain, the owner wasn't Bernie anymore. By now, Bernie was somebody's late grandfather. These days, the place was probably owned. With a warning toonly say one of two things, my gag was unbuckled, and I was told tospeak my decision. My choice really wasn't hard. I loved to wearlingerie, and I think I secretly longed to be dominated. Proof of thatwas the docile manner in which I allowed myself to be placed in thecorner, gagged and cuffed. Plus, I had to admit to myself that I reallyand truly loved Melanie. With my mouth free, she took my shoulders andturned me around. I could only glance at her, I was so embarrassed. It was about mid summer of my 19th year when my girlfriend of 3 years and I had called it quits. We just weren’t working and we decided to just say screw it. Now her best friend Carey and I were pretty close friends as well. The day after the break up Carey gave me a call in the morning.“Hey John, I know you had a rough day yesterday, how about we hang out, get your mind off things,” she told me.“Sure why not, I got nothing going on today,” I said.“Great, we can go over to my place, eat lunch. It was then that I realized that not only was my cock hard, I was stroking myself, my hand busy under my pajamas. Jerking off while staring at my old man's cock was sick even for me, but there I was. It was all I could do to keep myself from reaching down and touching his cock, so badly did I want to see him hard - to see how big he really would get.My knees almost gave out as I came, coating the inside of my pajamas with what seemed like a copious loud of semen. Dad mumbled something just.