He leans over to stroke her cheek asking if he scared her . Celeste shakes her head no and leans into him reaching for his cock he pulls her hand away...and starts to get out of the car taking a blanket with him .Celeste follows his lead and gets out of the car as well closing the door behind her .He lays down the blanket and pulls her to her knees in front of him he starts to unzip his pants as he pulls out his cock. Celeste's eyes widen his cock is huge and swollen she reaches out to feel the. Then his fingers went from her pussy to her ass. Both fingers. He could surely not mean that…Could he? “You could have cost us a very important friend of the Museum, cunt…”he said. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw how he buried a couple of fingers in the butter. “Please, sir, I have..” “oh, shut up, bitch!” he interrupted. She did so, abruptly. He was not holding on to the chain, but she had kept her hands behind her head. Two butter-greased finger went into her rear, in stead of the two. Just hold me and dance.” Just then she pulled me in close and rested her head on my shoulder. I got this feeling like she had something big planned and I was part of it! She laid her head on my shoulder, softly kissing my neck and thinking back now, it seemed as though she was trying to ‘make up’ for what was going to happen to me later. After the dance was over Mistress Virginia grabbed my hand and led me to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom, we both used the facility then washed our hands.. And she was right.Little did I know what she had planned for the day; but more of thatlater.The reading was a debacle; what else would I expect with anythinginvolving Sloane.I sat in the ante room of the offices of Dewey, Cheatem, and Howe,attorneys at law, dressed demurely in a polka dot dress, flesh-tonedhose, minimal makeup and low heels. My days of crying over Amanda'sdeath were over.Sloane was obviously hungover and possibly still a little drunk and worea navy blue skirt, pink satin.