Once, while traveling back home, I saw a drunk lady walking on the street. She was well dressed and seemed to come from a party. Looking at my car she...called out loud, “TAXIII”. I stopped near her and told her, “Ma’am this is not a taxi, but do you want me to drop you somewhere?” She started laughing and started shouting, “My baby, I missed you so much”. Saying this she hugged the car and started kissing the glass of the window. I was kinda confused, what the hell was she doing? But at the same. I opened the door. Her room was dark so I snapped on the light. There on the bed was my sister, she was naked, and she was tied up.She was folded in half like a jackknife. Her hands were spread out to the sides of her bed and a rope was tied around both of her wrists from underneath her mattress. She was on her back with her head up to the headboard and with her feet up around her ears. Her ankles were tied to the headboard. In that position I could see her breasts, her pussy, and her asshole.. I'm hoping it will be cathartic as the events I describe are both troubling and arousing to me, though as you will read, I've become more accepting of what happened. I want to remain anonymous because my career is at risk from this becoming known. You can call me Peter, but that's obviously not my real name.I am a Catholic priest currently on staff in a large city in Pennsylvania. I'll leave it to you to imagine where. And yeah, I know the stereotypes of the 'pedophile priests' might make you. Of course, she'd made a point to also say that Frank wouldn't have done that because he was a bad person, but because like many people, he could get a little confused about what was right and what was wrong. To Oliver, not losing anyone who mattered to him was what was right. But now Frank was gone, and David was gone, and everything was wrong.David should have been back by now. Frank should have been back by now. By now, his mother should have made things right and Oliver should have been.