There shouldn’t be any problems concerning the Angel collection. Unless… She sighed and continued to walk down a long hallway towards the room whe...e the Angel sculptures were kept. She knew full well what the ‘unless’ problems were. She was warned of these issues many times once it was confirmed that the sculptures were being sent to the museum. The three deadly possibilities that strike fear into the heart of any museum curator, Thievery, possible Cultural/International problems, and Forgery.. ” “Good. But remember this, every day is a test and every test must be passed before moving forward. So far you've shown me great potential to become a very good slave. But actually becoming a slave will take a while longer and in the end, you have to decide if you truly want to be my slave.” “Yes sir.” “When we get to your house I want you to strip before you get out of the car and then I'll lead you to the door.” I pulled into the driveway and parked before I slipped the dress over my head.. The heat just made me hornier, and I’d been teasing myself with my fingers all evening. By 10pm, it was already dark but it was still very warm out, and I had the back door open into the kitchen to let some air in. Standing there naked I wondered what it would be like to be outside. The thought made feel all trembly, and of course I really wanted to do it. We had a little overgrown area at the bottom of our garden, with a couple of sheds, and it was pretty secluded. I slipped on a long t-shirt. Had he lost interest? Did I move too much when he fucked me? I made a soft sound in my throat. "You are an impatient girl, aren't you?" he asked. I could hear the smile in his voice and was so relieved to know that he wasn't done with me. I am, Sir. He moved a little next to me and I felt his arm brush down my belly and he pushed my legs apart gently with the base of his hand. Then the cool tip of my twisted, pink dildo brushed up and down the inside of my swollen lips. The tingling lube that.