" She still had a few minutes left in our session so I attached my fully recovered rattler to her collar and instructed her to crawl behind me. I was ...oping she was house trained because this room has terrible ventilation.Looking down into her puppy dog eyes, I spoke kindly. "Are you my bitch now, Candy?" Instead of answering, however, she bit me savagely on the leg, making me hope her shots were up to date. Greatly perturbed by her ungrateful behavior, I rolled up a Phoenix Gazette and began. What decorates my walls? Pictures of my parents, my sister, photos of the library of the college I've already been accepted to. Those sort of things. People who love me, who care for me, things already in my grasp. I can happily engage in my fantasy life, but would never dream to put it out in front of me as some sort of goal.Put another way, it's fun to think about the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, but completely silly to go looking for it. There's no use pining for something that. Reluctantly I tucked her in and turned off the light and went to my own bed. My first thoughts were to take her home and fuck her drunken brain out but seeing her lying there helpless I had changed my mind.It was 11 in the morning when she made her appearance in the kitchen. She had a shower for I had heard it running then she had found my dressing gown and joined me downstairs."Morning," I said brightly."Mmm," she replied.She sipped her coffee and orange juice."I suppose we did it last night,". Some of the guys had better hygiene than others, but the absolute worst part was always swallowing. She never got used to the slimy texture and salty bitterness. Even with the lingering taste in her mouth and lingering texture in her throat, a fresh new batch was always unpleasant. She didn't take a lunch break that day. There was no time with 70 employees to service and she was pretty much constantly on the verge of throwing up anyway.She did the managers offices last. Every one of them had.