Breakfast

“Shake hands.”

She reached up and placed her hand lightly on his own.

He smiled and lowered a bowl onto the ground in front of her. He patted her head gently. She looked down at what had been placed in front of her. It was cereal in milk.

“Here’s some breakfast for you, girl. Eat up.”

She was famished from having not eaten in over twenty four hours. She lowered her head into the bowl and started lapping up the bland corn flakes with her tongue. She knew she wouldn’t get a spoon or be allowed to eat at the table like a person. She had to remind herself she was a person. She just lapped away knowing she was getting crumbs and milk on her face and in her hair. She wondered if being even more of a mess even mattered.

She barely noticed that Mr Johnson had started to move around the kitchen attending to other things in his morning routine. He was now at his medicine cabinet which was directly behind her. He could see her sopping pussy and her puckered pink asshole up close as she was bent over into her bowl of cereal. He chuckled at first at how her thighs and pussy glistened with her juices but then he noticed the juices were leaving a trail. On the tile floor of his kitchen it wasn’t such a big deal but the trail led back to his carpet and there was a large pool around the area where Lauren had been sleeping. His carpet was old and worn but he knew he could take advantage of the situation.