“What the f**k is this?” she asked.
“Uh… my breakfast, Miss Sara,” I said.
“Take that out and throw it in the garbage,” she demanded.
“But…”
“Now,” she said coldly.
She followed me out to the kitchen and while I was dumping the contents of my bowl into the garbage, she opened a can of dog food. She took the empty bowl from me, dumped the dog food in it and carried it back out into the dining room. I followed on my hands and knees.
“You will never eat human food ever again,” she said.
I looked at the horrible smelling stuff in the bowl and wanted to retch. My d**k was sending a different signal. I had never been harder. Still I had to do something to change the course we were on, so I crept over to her and kissed her feet.
“What, worm?” she asked.
“Miss Sara, isn’t there any way we
