Your hands slipped under my apron, and started kneading my breast. ‘Ouch!’ I snapped, I accidentally cut my index finger. I sucked my finger, tryi...g to stop it from bleeding. Dreaming awake about sex is not safe, especially when you’re holding a knife. I laughed at myself for a second, thinking that someday carelessness and horniness will kill me. Once again I told myself to concentrate more on cooking than thinking about sex. I finally placed the lasagna inside the oven, it will be done in 45. You wanted a gang bang, you wanted huge toys inside you stretching you, you wanted bruises left on you. You wanted to be choked till you passed out. I was happy to oblige with all of that. Especially the choking. I hesitantly told you I had a incest fetish. It was something that got me off more so than anything else. When I was younger and starting to learn how to masturbate I fantasized about my sisters and my mom. I wanted to fuck our daughter if we had one. I wanted to maker her scream Daddy. I said many years of practice but its something I could always do, and I love doing it, watching her body move in tune with my mouth and hands. She said she had never let anyone put a finger in her ass, she was afraid it would hurt. I said she was so wet her ass sucked my thumb all the way in. We laid there for a few more minutes and she said "so what do we do now? We don't have a condom". I said well you can't get pregnant so I'm just going to take your ass, she said she's too exhausted to. It scared me and I knew it was an act and wasn't even the target. Miranda picked up the conversation, "Harry, which would you prefer? The twig removed or the leather string released?"She pulled the gag back for a moment. "The leather string, please! Oh, please release the leather!" She smiled gently and replaced the gag. She took her knife and almost cut through the leather. It would stretch just a little before breaking. I had the feeling that it would hurt worse for some time after the string.