In fact, I want to help you. I'm your friend first and your wife, I want to encourage you and support you in just being yourself. I want to convince y...u to be your true, gay self. I know you have a "bi" fetish...,,I attempted to answer, she placed her hand on my mouth, Oh, do I really have to tell you? she asked, I think you love what I love,,,, big, strong MEN. Yes, there's so much to admire, so much to fondle, so much to fall for, that you don't have. You've picked my favorite thing next. I got to work as soon as I brushed the last grains of sand from the arch of my foot and crossed the threshold to my domain.------Hours later, I surveyed my work: The St. Andrew's cross had been coarsly sanded, the leather shackles inspected and oiled to retain their suppleness. Long ago, I'd attached the whole cross to a frame, all the better to pivot my specimen to my liking. I gave it a whirl and it glided smoothly about, reminding me of a gyroscope.Everything was perfect, except for my. ?No growling Sir, I would hate to have to gag You Master.? ‘You wouldn’t dare, slave? I raise my left brow ?Oh, wouldn’t I?? is my only reply. I stepping away I continue to strip . Sliding my panties down over my thighs and letting them drop to the floor. As a new song come on the radio I begin to dance very slowly, moving my hips to the music, undulating them. Thrusting my breast forward and throwing my head back in a simulation of sex. Gasping I grind my hips, bending. Very slowly I slid forward and entered my warm, wet, niece. I started to rock back and forth, taking my time, savoring the feeling. She was tight, but her wetness made each stroke, glide as smooth as silk. Her fingers dug lightly into my thigh. I was rubbing her breast and kissing her neck, thoroughly enjoying the unhurried pace. This wasnt wild, intense, frenzied sex. It was slow, sensual love making. I have enjoyed both, and each has their place, and time. But on a lazy, rainy morning? This.