Sunday morning arrived, bright and cold. Elena walked into the church at ten minutes to eleven, her heart pounding in her chest. She wore a fitted navy blue dress that buttoned down the front and ended just above her knees. She wore heels that made her legs look long and toned. Under the dress, she wore nothing. No bra. No panties. Just bare skin against the thin fabric. Just as he had ordered.
The church was filling up with parishioners. Families with children. Elderly couples. Young professionals. The usual Sunday crowd. Elena walked down the center aisle, feeling their eyes on her. She looked good and she knew it. The dress hugged her curves, highlighting her full breasts and wide hips. Her dark hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail. Her lips were painted a deep red.
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