This one had ballooning breasts, huge thighs and buttocks. Her hair covered her face like a woolly cap. I read the caption that told me that “Withou... fertile women, no primitive band of hunter gatherers could hope to survive.” Reading from the main text I learned that she was over twenty thousand years old. She was the mother goddess, the protector of all things good, the bearer of children, keeper of the home, guardian of the hunt and ancestor of the human race. Her image has been found from. That is, everywhere except inside my digital safe.My drunken self was certainly cunning, I shook the safe and there was definitely something small like a key inside. The safe is operated by a number you can set when you lock it. I tried the usual setting of "0000" but of course that didn't work. I tried every other number I could think of, but nothing shifted the secured door of the safe.The safe had a backup manual key opening for just such emergencies, but of course I threw that key away. My Mother's friend and occasional lover, Uncle Steven, caught me dressed once. He promised never to tell anyone.I would lie there, dressed like a cheap slut, dreaming of being firmly filled with cock and cum and used for whatever kinky fantasy my tormentors dreamed up for me.One morning, on my day off, I had planned to spend the whole day dressed. I was just admiring myself in the mirror when I heard a noise. I tried for a second to identify the noise, but couldn't. I just shrugged: I didn't. I was briefed on the current Vice President's use of his offices in the Old Executive Office Building, where I was sent to sort mail, return simple phone calls, and organize paperwork for actual important people.My alcove and desk just happened to be adjacent to the Vice President's offices, and he had to pass me every time he entered or left. If I was on his hit list, my presence right under his nose had to rub him like a burr under the saddle of a working quarter horse.We were counting on.