He found us a spot in the back pew at the church. It was a beautiful day and the light shining through the stained glass windows danced across the bare skin of my thigh. I watched as His fingers danced on my skin, playing, teasing.. With no one to see I knew my dress was too short for mass. But i did it for Him. I wore His favourite outfit, wanting to please Him. I was brought out of my daydream by the feel of His fingers slipping under the hem of my dress, quietly, making me shiver. I tried to slow my breathing, But His touch already set my skin on fire. He enjoyed this, watching me suffer with pleasure. I took deep breaths as His fingers traced patterns on my thighs... I stifled the whimpers caught in my throat, instead closing my eyes to pray. He enjoyed using something I adore to teach me obedience, show me that I am His. I felt His fingers near my sex. By His instruction, I wasn't wearing panties. I was to always be available for both my own and His pleasure. I vaguely heard the notes rise as the choir began to sing, and tried to keep a straight face. Wriggling under His touch. His fingers delved deeper, between my lower lips, sliding over my clit, that wicked bud of overwhelming pleasure. Then lower, over the wetness of my opening, teasing my entrance. I parted my legs wider, just a few inches, enough to grant His hand further entry He pressed his lips to my forehead and whispered, "Beautiful" At the same moment His finger slid into me. It took all my self control not to press into him and beg for more, Make my desires known to Him. But I knew that he expected Obedience I needed to be quiet, still long enough to cum. Or else the game would stop. Focusing on the choir, I tried to remember the words to whisper as His finger entered me again, and then a second, thrusting within me at such a pace that my legs began to shake. I wanted to beg! Beg for more, beg for mercy. But I knew it would do nothing. This was part of the pleasure and I longed to please Him. I struggled not to give in to the pleasure, dissolve into a heap of gasps and moans. I tried to be as good as I could but it was so difficult. I focused on the light, repeating "Be good" to myself, Hoping it might work to distract me from the bliss brought on by His minstrations. Each touch sent waves of pleasure through my body. I looked at him, mouthing the words to whatever the choir was singing. Eventually, He met my gaze. He knew exactly what He was doing to me. And He knew that I was on the edge I felt his fingers move over my clit as he mouthed "Good girl" Signalling my release. My body shook as the orgasm rolled through me. His fingers continuing to pump inside me, wringing every ounce of pleasure from my body When He withdrew his fingers, He settled his arm around my shoulders, smiling. I was spent, flushed. But remembered to thank Him before leaning into Him, focusing on the service once again