I grew up on a small farm in rural Kentuckywith my parents and two younger sisters. Melissa was two years youngerthen me and Stacy was five years youn...er. We were fairly close, buteven so it was years before I could tell them how I felt. As a highschool student, I would return home from school each day to an emptyhouse-at least for another hour until my sisters came home and anothertwo until my parents returned form work (my mother was a schoollibrarian and my father was an electrician.) I had. "That's the whole idea."Needless to say our dinner was later than we had originally planned.-0-0-0-A week later, the chastity cage came up as a topic of discussion. We hadjust completed a long steamy sex session and were just laying on our bedcooling off.Linda turned on her side facing me. "John, I've been thinking..." About what?" I hadn't been marriage long enough to learn to be weary ofconversations starting with the words "I've been thinking." You remember that chastity cage I found?". She hesitated at first, but Jon quickly sensed her resistance, planting another gentleman-like butterfly kiss on her lips. Again, Jessica was lost in the romance of the moment, and reluctantly let go of her inhibitions, allowing her tank top to be pulled down well below the base of her tits. Her nipples now exposed, Jon gently caressed her as he bent forward, placing his lips against her sensitive buttons. Kissing them gently, he allowed his tongue to dance circles around the ever growing. We went to school together. If it's OK with you, I would like to talk to her. Tell her what is going on because I know sooner or later Red is going to either see or talk to her. If she has the background from your perspective, she has a better idea of what questions to ask." Look Roz, I'm in favor of anything that will help Red, even if it means I lose her. I just want her to be at peace with herself and her sexuality whatever that may be. I care too much for her to see her suffer. I don't need.