‘Wake up,’ I added. ‘It’s the morning, wake up,’ I explained further. Before long, she opened her fittingly blue/green eyes and made me regr...t again that I’d have to get her out of bed. She looked at me for a moment, looked around the rest of the room and muttered, ‘So it is,’ – words that still wouldn’t sound sexy in many voices other than hers. But thinking about that wouldn’t help me be the good guy here. ‘Don’t you have to get up? For work?’ I got to the point. ‘They don’t need me for. ..She was bored - she was always bored, ever since she finished college with her major in Social Engineering and The History of Independent Film - a self-designed major, of course. Liberal arts. She sighed, stretching herself out on the lawn chair like a cat with a slow full-bodied yawn to go with it. Liberal arts and self-designed major were a one-way street to No Job, she though to herself with some disgust. And momentarily she drowned in a feeling of having no clue what to do next. It was. "At home I got to see where my head hit the tile floor. The shield had kept me from getting physically hurt, even if I got knocked out. My head had slammed back into where four tiles came together and they were cracked like someone dropped a bowling ball on it. Mom just smiled and said now dad could not refuse her wanting to rip the old tile out, finally, for a wood floor. We picked up takeout on the way home and dad was waiting for dinner.I was going up to get a shower before bed just as Annie. Eventually my asshole started to spasm involuntarily as I tried with all my might to push the giant dildo out of my ass. Finally, Christina tired and pulled out. She moved to my head and removed my gag. "Did you like that, pet?" Yes mistress," was all I could get out as I tried to catch my breath and regain my senses."Good. Now it's time for you to get to work. My cock is dirty. Clean it up, bitch."I looked at the dildo still attached to her waist. It was covered in my own ass juice and a small.