She sat back down heavily, gathering up her wits before she made a second attempt. I offered my hand but she shook her head, proceeding more carefully...now that she was forewarned. "I must have got up too quick," she concluded. I did nothing to convince her otherwise.Returning from the toilet, her expression turned to one of concern as she noticed me dressed in my night clothes. She edged carefully back towards the bed, never taking her eyes from me for an instant."Toast?" I asked."Cornflakes,". I gagged as I heard him clear his throat. I clutched the revolting pillow tighter to my face as I heard him spit, and felt it land on my ass. His spit slowly running from its landing spot, down to my still gaping anus, and into me. I hate spitting. I don't think he even likes it. But he knows of no better way to assert his dominance than forcing me to accept an act that we both know I loathe.I concentrated on the revolting feeling of his spit sliding into me. My ass is still gaping lewdly open.. Then you will kneel to your sponsor, Jason, and apologize to him. Then the same to Tina, and each in turn to the rest of the family. On your knees! Now!”Calypso turned to Jason and Neli. She winked and told them in an undertone, “If I’m to be a sponsor, I needed to pull up my big girl panties and act like one.”She looked at Marcie and Annie who had quickly moved to kneel at Jason’s feet and announced to the room at large, “And now, as soon as Marcie and Annie are through kowtowing to Jason, I. ‘I read voraciously, and you’re book is definitely not YA, sugar. It was therapy, right?’ He asked earnestly. I was in trouble, but I was here. ‘I tried therapists, doctors, hospitals. They got me so far.’ I studied him carefully and wondered how well he’d pegged me then remembered where I was, what I’d already said, and what I’d already done. ‘I know everything, sugar.’ He said thickly. I could feel him ache for me. ‘You poured yourself onto those pages, darlin’, and you said you had eight.