It's a lot more than I want to pay, I thought. Then again, I knw that it could be a lot worse.Getting them into the cruiser was a trick but the salesm...n and I managed. Getting the file cabinets from the cruiser, and then to the apartment took some doing as well. Even without help I managed it.I suppose the desire to finish furnishing my place came from watching everyone else work on their apartments. By far the person with the newest and nicest furniture over all was Cheryl. Her furniture all. I wrenched it open to find Aurora kneeling there, my sex slave's blonde hair pulled back into her usual ponytail, her tan face staring up at me with eager excitement. Her dimples shown in her cheeks as she beamed at me, her green eyes twinkling.“Master,” she moaned, her voice breathy. Her eyes slid over to the naked woman beside me. She licked her lips. “And you must be my Master's mother. I'm Aurora, his sex slave!”“Oh, that's so wonderful,” my mom gushed. Then, to my surprise, she fell to her. She's my older sister and while we didn't get along a lot of time, I still loved her dearly; and the thought of what I've done so far hurt her disturbed me.For the next few weeks, I didn't do anything in particular to pursue Abby. I didn't watch her and didn't seek to catch her in disadvantageous positions.But it all changed when I overheard a bit of a conversation between Abby and mom.I had left my bedroom and was going to the living room, a path that goes by the kitchen, when I heard mom. Take the box with you to the next locker.MS? With the new key around her neck, she placed the key to the locker containing her purse into the steel box, slid the hasp of the padlock into the latch of the box and, taking a deep breath, clicked the lock shut. She had just past the point of no return. She didn’t have the key to the box and the box held inside it the only way to retrieve her way home. She found the next locker and opened it with the key around her neck. Inside was a canvas.