No trouble with Angels, Dad Harold Who gotbthem wholesale in the mail and Never counted how many there were, kept them all in a drawer in their bathro...m cabinet. My father usually noticed if I took one of his, but occasionally they “fell” off his dresser drawers if you know what I mean! Now Angel did NOT want knocked up where as only weeks before she cared less how much I shot up her cunt! Annoying a bit when all worked up and having to stop to unwrap a latex sheath and then pull out lots of. "Welcome back, sweet Kristie", Angique continued. They shared a few more grapes. Then they licked each other's fingers and lips. "Things must have been awful for you."Kristie hung her head and blushed."I got all I deserved, Mistress", she whispered. "I have acted like an ungrateful bitch."Angique tipped Kristie's chin up. She gazed into her eyes."It has been a cruel test, please forgive me", she said. And she kissed the girl's half-open lips ever so softly. "I knew your world would not accept. My mouth was starting to water and Iwas getting more and more flushed. If my intention was to pretend it wasall a misunderstanding, I was doing a terrible job. I realized that if Iwas going to keep denying what he heard, I shouldn't be staring at hiscock! Someone else would have complained by now, said something in protestof his presumptuous action. But not me, I just stared at his throbbing cockand couldn't keep my eyes off it."You're just going to stare at it?" he asks.I look up at him. So whether she was a threat to us or not,it's now irrelevant. We'll have a case review with them tomorrow to wrapthings up, and that will be the end of our work." The rest of the journey to my house was spent in silence. My mind wasracing, processing information. There would be a "case review" about me asa "threat". What better way to make me discuss myself? If this was aninterrogation tactic it was a very clever one indeed. I would make sure itbackfired on them, though. I was dead,.