Cleaning

When she got back to the computer she saw

BIGMAN07: Kids a fool. I see his pot stash under his bed from here. I dunno if i want you to smoke it or not but... if you don't do anything with it before I'm done with you, then you should make the kid share it with you when he gets back.

For now though, I want you to get on your hands and knees and start cleaning the room up a little.

That way if he comes back and finds you, you can say you were trying to do him a favor. Remember no hands!

Tanya wanted to throw up as she picked up his underwear with her mouth. It still reeked, and smelled mildly of sex. Damn pervert was probably still having wet dreams! If only he knew what was happening now in his own room.

After that her heart went out of efficiency and she started picking up cloths from the floor by squeezing them in between her breasts. She was also searching around desperately for DVD's and guitar picks and other things that weren't clothing and therefore less disgusting.

The gutair picks she got good at picking up by pressing her breast into the ground. Then they stuck to them and she was able to transport them that way. After the 3rd guitar pick she had carried that way she realized how immune she had become to the sensation of being naked, and how clinical she was already about these basic tasks. Her breasts were being pressed down hard onto nasty carpet just to clean up some punk kids trash!

then she saw the blinking light from the computer again.