Nothing. You come home.

In the afternoon, you come home. A friend had offered you a ride in his car and so you returned early. You unlock your door to find Jane right in front of you. She always kneels on the floor like a dog awaiting your commands with her big puppy eyes. You throw your jacket over her head, too stressed to deal with her right now. "Did you have a good day, master?" Jane asks, her voice muffled by the jackets thick material.

"Yeah, it was nice," you say, "but I still have some homework to do. Why don't you go play a video game or something?"

You walk over to your work place, which is the only place in the house your **** is not allowed to clean because 'you need to know where everything is'. Jane hangs your jacket up and crawls to you roaming around your legs and rubbing her body on yours like a cat in heat. You have to admit that all the attention fells quiet pleasant.

"Are you hungry master?" Jane asks while purring, "Should your beloved Cat bring you a mouse?"

"Not now, ask again in an hour." you command and push her away with your foot.

Suddenly she lies down on your lap with her ass up and her boobs press against your groin. "Master, are you mad at me?" Jane timidly asks without warning. "I promise, I didn't do it on purpose. And it will never happen again."

"What didn't you do on purpose?" you ask with bad premonition, "what have you done today?"