She approached his stool with an air of respectful obedience but all she could think of was the older man looking up close and personal everything she...owned like a boyfriend or a spouse with license to expect her dutiful submission. It was all too beyond her understanding and she was torn between complying and refusing the commands of authority.It was the look on Mister Cummings face that convinced her it would be better to comply because she could see he was in a state of visible upset at her. It was a few scraps of cloth held together with strings, barely covering her. She went downstairs and decided she was going to call Jim, after all George was going to have fun. She nervously dug around in the drawer for the scrap of paper with Jim’s number on it, hoping she didn’t throw it away while she recalled the day he gave it to her. Jim had slipped it to her one evening while she had been walking past his house. It was a pleasant night, warm and peaceful. She saw him in the yard as she. I looked her up and down with a lecherous grin. "I wouldn't mind seeing you in yours." On second thought," she mused, "let's stretch the envelope a little... I've got it. The winner performs oral sex on the loser."Darn it, there was no way I was going to turn that bet down. I could tell that she knew it too. At least it wasn't something that would get me into serious trouble - what's a little oral sex between two unattached consenting adults? Heck, as pretty as she was, I would be just as happy. She took the joint out and offered him some."I wasn't sure if you smoked or not. I only do a little and only once in a great while." Sure, I'll have some," and he took a hit.So they sat there and drank and looked at the moon and talked of all different things. She told him of her husband passing away 3 years ago. And he told her a little about his life.The wine started getting him very drunk. And Christina was feeling no pain either. She decided to light another candle and perform a conjuration.