I'd never been this turned on before. I was a straight woman in my late thirties who lived alone who hadn't been in a relationship for the past twelve... years. Not that I hadn't wanted one, just hadn't found the right guy. I stood up and went over to the fridge in the kitchen and poured myself a glass of wine. I went back over to the sofa and sipped at my glass. The more I watched and heard them moan out with pleasure, the more I was getting turned on. I switched over the channel and saw 3D. Let's give it a try. Give me your hand and we will step into its field together. But be ready to cast a defensive spell in case the link leads us to trouble." OK, but I hope you know what we are doing!"The clasped hands and stepped into the field. There was a moment of total darkness, followed by the dim light of the church vestry. Sue said, "This wasn't here before. There was no purple glow in the room, then. Let's step back into the glow and see what happens."They again experienced the moment. Her next position was indeed an uncomfortable one; Mistress attached her wrists to a cable mounted to an overhead, and winched it up to the point where Diane was nearly standing on her toes. ?It is time to add some color to your ass?, chuckled Mistress, who then proceeded to deliver ten strokes with the bamboo cane, the same number received by Heather.Diane’s pleas for mercy were ignored and she was left attached to the overhead. ?A few hours of standing in this position will be good for you. "Not sure."I walked to the end of the bleachers, all the way to the top, over to the middle and started back down again."You don't look happy," I said as I came up behind her."Huh?" She'd been staring at the field, which, since practice had ended fifteen minutes ago, meant she was staring into space."I figure you have to be a spy for the Timberwolves." What?" She looked over her shoulder at me."The Timberwolves. You're scouting us." Why would I do that?" Well you don't go to school here. Why.