He just let me do as I wished and never gave me any problems. I was talking to him as I worked and I believe he knew what I was saying. That was more ...han I could claim. As I put him in his holding cage until his master picked him up, I once again looked at the clock and saw that my time was up. I could go home and face my demons.I washed up, changed out of my smock and put on my jacket. All routine things, and all mechanical. I said my goodbyes and headed out to drive the short distance home.. ...I've had an ex-pet drunkenly send me pictures of them with the neck of a bottle shoved up their ass. That was fun. I was on a trip somewhere, can't quite remember where exactly, and I got a message informing me that an old pet we'll call 'Allan' for confidentiality was drunk. I guess he had forgotten he was no longer my pet. He sent me pictures of beer bottle necks shoved in his ass, and him standing in front of the camera naked with a look of pure inebriation on his face. I still have. " His eyes roamed over her body. "You think I didn't notice you strutting and showing off that ass? Damn, you're hot."Renee gasped again as her body reacted powerfully to those words.William's fingers circled her wrist, lifting her arm. Her eyes had once more focused on the bulge in his jeans, and she didn't resist as he guided her hand back to her side. He let out a mixture of a moan and a growl as he gently squeezed her breast - the stiff nipple poking against his palm.Alive with an. As the staleness cleared from the room, her stomach gave a low grumble. Had she forgotten to eat? Had she emptied that cereal bowl yesterday or the day before? She couldn’t remember. OK. She’d eat. She passed the fireplace en route to the kitchen and flicked her cigarette butt into the ashes. Little bits of charred lace of the coverlet from the bed were still visible. If she could have found a way to set fire to the mattress without damaging the rest of the apartment or her building she would.