I waited. And waited. I started trembling again asmy anxiety reached a fevered pitch. She dropped the papers in front of me, and I could hear her take...a swig fromher glass. She reached into a bag sitting on the floor and tossed me a bunchof lined leather cuffs. "Secure those to your wrists, elbows, knees and ankles while I explain therules. When alone with me, you will call me Mistress. You must call me Ms.Kristina in public, unless we are around family, which is the only time youcan call me by. I started kissing him passionately --- he put up no resistance. With one of my hands still in his hair, I slowly guided my other hand towards his erect penis. It was hard as a rock, the heat going all the way through his pants. His hands slowly began to trace the outline of my toned body. Reaching under my skirt and spanking my ass. We could hear people walking back and forth in the hallway, but we were in the moment. I pulled away for a second, and made my way back to the desk. I jumped on it. I expected… I’m not sure what I expected from my twenty-year-old giggling half-naked niece who wasn’t at all shy about masturbating in front of me. Something sexy, maybe, or romantic. Something girly. Not what I read. It was sexy or, rather, there was a dream-like sensuality that bordered on erotic. I glanced up at Summer who was putting a lot of energy into pretending I wasn’t here as she stared off into the distance. There was a sense of melancholy, of longing, in her tale of a girl waiting. Mindy sat on the other side of the pew, with a 4-foot gap between them. Peter did not like that Mindy put distance between them, and he spent a minute thinking of what he ought to do. Peter did think about scooting over closer to Mindy, but instead he pulled out an envelope out of his jacket and quietly placed it on the seat, near Mindy. Peter silently crept off to another pew; he wanted Mindy to read this by herself. Halfway through the service came the point where the preacher asks.