Yes, open the bag.

“This is wrong.” You mutter as you sit down at the table. You can't help yourself, however,and pull at the tie, undoing the bow, and thus opening the bag.

The first thing that comes out is a tube labeled, “Vanilla Bean & Honey Organic Lip Balm by Beauty of the Earth.” Holding no interest you place it on the table, standing it straight up.

Next, you take out a handful of dice. They're colorful, a beautiful swirl of gold and purple, with the usual D&D player's collection of a 4, 8, 12 and 20 sided dice, along with two 10 sided and four 6's. Sandra even has the useless 30 sided, and even more useless 100 sided dice, though they glow in the dark, which is kind of cool.

Among the dice, is something different, a wooden four-sided spinning top with Hebrew characters in various colors. You think it's a dreidel, though you're not sure. Spinning it a few ties is very stratifying before you feel a bit inappropriate not knowing what Jewish custom it is meant for. Placing it by itself away from the pile of dice, and the lip balm, you continue to explore.

Next are two old coins with the profile of a man on the front and an eagle holding a bundle of rods with an ax on the back. Remembering from history class the bundle is called a fasces. The writing is warn and hard to read, though unquestionably some European language, but you're not sure which one. The date is clear, however, 1932. At that you freeze. The 1930's, Sandra is Jewish and the sound of “fasces”, all come together, and for the first time you feel quite guilty about opening the her dice bag. Are these coins tied to her family? Why would she keep them in her dice bag? You place them respectfully next to the dreidel.

Finally, there is a small wood puzzle box of an interesting design. The top lid unlatches easy enough and inside, protected by foam lining, are three plastic miniatures. They are various stages of Sandra's Rae the Priestess character, from low, to medium, to high level. You find it cute that the brown eye beauty uses the lowest, most simple and modest dressed figure. Your other players would have have all gone for the most extravagant figure first. The painting job is exceptional and you wonder if done by Sandra herself.

Noticing the box is thicker then the top shelf you fiddle with it for a bit and eventually pop open a secret lower shelf. Inside are another three painted figures. The are all of Rae, but in far more racy poses. The first is something out of a classic Red Sonja comic book, with a very shapely version of Rae in skimpy plate armor bikini brandishing a war-mace. The next is the Priestess topless, wearing but a loin cloth and in heavy chains. The final one is Rae bound completely naked to a whipping post.

Sitting is silence with a strange mixture of arousal, shock and confirmation that the reserved Ms. Morelli has a freak side to her, you ponder for a bit. Taking the whipping post figure you head to your laptop, as images of the real Sandra so attired and bound, wander through your head. After a bit of google voodoo you confirm what you thought, the figures are special ordered and individually designed online. This means Sandra went out of her way to create all these miniatures and paid a good deal of money for them. That means, you reason, she is really into your game, or is using it to indulge in some deep dark fantasy she has, or both. There is really only one thing left to do.

Going over to Sandra' Instagram page you find a picture that best shows off that voluptuous body of hers and after dropping your pants you begin to masturbate. Though all of Sandra's posts are quite modest, you find the fact that even the most conservative clothing cannot hide the curvy brunette's killer curves far more erotic than any mere picture of a naked pornstar. Besides, no woman as that damn crippling feminine smile and those devastating gentle brown eyes.

As you start to get into the rhythm, your mind flits in-between images of Sandra and yourself after a romantic dinner sitting on a couch beginning to kiss for the first time, as your hands slowing exploring, while buttons and zippers start to come undone, with Rae the Priestess stripped naked and held in bondage in some dark dungeon taking a brutal pounding by a handsome and incredibly built savage barbarian. Your breath starts to become erratic as you approach the middle way point, your cock rock hard in your hand with the various thoughts of Sandra dancing in your mind.

As you look over to make sure there is enough Kleenex in the box next to your computer your phone starts to buzz, warning of a text message. Unfortunately for you, it is across the room on a table, out of arms reach.