And I froze. I could hear the sound of my heartbeat as loud as a gunshot. I didn’t get any text from her after that.I did not sleep that night. I wa...s thinking about consequences if she discloses it to anyone else like her husband or my parents. The next day when I woke up I was surprised to see a text from her. It said, “Come to my home after lunch alone. We need to have a proper conversation.”Some part of my heart starts to beat hard when I saw that. It was afternoon. I had lunch and went to. Jack was careful how he moved it about, putting pressure on the top part of her asshole. She arched her back as much as she could, twisting her wrists about in the leather thongs and feeling she would surely faint either from the terror of being mutilated or from the rush of blood into her head."Yeah, come on, baby. Get fucked with that knife," Jack growled, his cock jerking up and down.Sister Mary Katherine cried out, the repeated touch and chill of the knife sending shockwaves of lewdness. Since he did not notice while ago, I decide that I should just go ahead and get bold to show him that I want him.So as David is lying there, I move over some and brush my hand against the crotch of his shorts taking a feel of his cock.David acts like he did not even notice so I do it again. The second time around gets his attention and looks over at me.He then says "Stephanie, is that your hand on my cock?"I act all innocent, wondering if he will buy it.I then say, "Whoops, sorry David."I move. I am in full concentration as the piece nears the end, which from my part is very expressive and singing, and then slows to the ending on a very high A, which must be crystal clear. I tilt my bow down to finish on the E (highest pitched) string, holding the final note as long as Anton indicates, and no longer. I pull my instrument from under my chin, and relax the bow as the audience rises from their seats, and erupts in thunderous applause, with some sporadic shouts of ‘Brava! Brava!’ I look.