I decided to check it out. The drive took only a couple minutes and my dick was rock hard just thinking about going to a gay bar. If you read my story..."My Gay Friend" then know that this takes place when I was 21 not 17. I didn't know anyone else who is gay and my old friend was in jail for who knows what. So I pull into the bar at about 10:00 pm. The parking lot was one way in one way out with slanted parking spots. I picked one where I could see the entrance to the door in my rear view. I come up behind you, encircling your waste with my arms and kissing the back of your neck. "Morning, again.", I say. You just push back against me and wiggle your bum. Stirrings below. "Later boy." I think to myself.We eat, dress and enter the big wide world. A day of sightseeing and the dreaded shopping. Returning to the villa mid afternoon. I decide to have a wander back to the village. Saw the village had it's own vineyard and decided to go and get a couple of bottles.I'm back in about 45. Evidently ... Visa did.“Ooo, your mom was a naughty girl ... and why a newly sitting president thought YOU were guilty by association ... makes no sense. Visa can prove where you’ve been by card use alone. Surprise? You have led an interesting life, I’m going to have to search some of these places. Kind of like Grundy ... Grundy has always been the name kids called impossible teachers ... to find out it’s a place-name? Yeah ... surprise ... shock even.”“So ... what about me?”“You’re good .... .. That’s it ... Breathe ... Breathe for me ... That’s my good girl ... Relax ... That’s it, relax ... Good girl ... That’s my Pretty Girl ... Relax now ... That’s a good girl...”It took a few more minutes of soothing and low toned words, but eventually, she did come back from the brink of disaster. Well, disaster for her, that is.Normally, I would have let her fight it out to win or lose on her own. Had she lost ... well, certainly by now you’ve learned that one of mine cumming without.