I said, "Let's play mistress and servant."I brought out a French maids uniform I had bought myself and zipped herinto it. Although I was dressing her... normally the maid's role, theMaid's uniform she was now wearing made clear who the servant was going tobe.I had her wearing her knee length boots and watched her tottering aroundthe room in them."Shorter steps and try to sissy that walk!" I told her. "A woman showsoff her breasts not her penis!"After around fifteen minutes she started to get. “Maria” I said softly.“Yes” she said turning to look at me, her eyes burning in their brightness.“You know I have always liked you......”I was never able to finish my statement as she suddenly started kissing me. Her mouth opened and I stuck my tongue deep in it, toying with hers. I moaned into her mouth.My hands immediately began to move her small body, as I attempted to satisfy years of longing in a split second.“Uncle Al” she gasped and then resumed her lip lock on me.She was now moving her. She tried to edge her face to her hands, but they were just out of reach.She tried to shake herself lose, but the board that trapped her neck was somehow connected to the mattress and she could not move. She heard a sound like someone entering the room.?Go easy there princess, you do not want to hurt yourself.?Emily tried to turn to the sound of the voice but the board would not allow the movement. The voice said, ?Good to see you are finally up. You are a late sleeper.?The man came over and. " We're going," Jordan told her, "No dragging your feet." Aw Jordan," Angel pouted, "It's so early."Jordan laughed and grabbed her tenderly caressing her sore bottom. "C'mon sweetheart, you don't want me to spank you do you? Now get ready."Angel rolled over and sighed, "God dammit!"The Pirelli family sat lined up as usual on same pew they had sat on nearly every week from the time Martin's children were all very small. Jordan wondered if St. Christopher's Cathedral would ever be the same now.