She was making such good sounds at every turn. It was almost exactly like having a dog. Especially since she'd eaten the food he tasted first. She could do with more eager, though. But she didn't learn very well, which he supposed fit the metaphor. He listened with dark eyes while she went on about how he might make this all easier for her. His tongue rolled around inside his cheek and he suspected his expression was plenty skeptical at her dreamt up plan. Her tears didn't move him toward mercy, but they did make her more entertaining. Talia was always engaging in some way or another.<br/><br/>He was a bit annoyed when his instructions froze her, but he would have lied if he said it wasn't fun, too. She couldn't offer much in the way of physical resistance when he pushed her, and even that little insistence took a lot of her rebellion out of her. While she wasn't entirely done protesting with her adorable sounds, he decided she had fought enough, and held her by her natural grip, her hair. She had little choice but to follow, and offered her trademark guttural song on the way. She was his good Talia after that, showing off that pantiless ass that he'd already orgasmed once. It was becoming his friend, her backside, and he intended to spoil it. She even spread it to show him the color of the hole he'd taken, and answered him with a shake of her head. His pet was coming along.<br/><br/>There were new marks around the ring muscle, and he was proud of them. Still, he kissed her dirty place with the can, and she almost leaped out of her skin. He laughed darkly and followed her useless escape while watching her hands fist against her ass, holding on even though she didn't have to, with the soda already in place. They stayed like this for a while, his other hand helping him eat more of the food, until he decided she should have some too.<br/><br/>Culler reached for her hair again, and brought her back by it, can still pressed between her cheeks until he sat her down. The couch had enough cushion to let her sit while the chilled cylinder was still keeping her cheeks apart. He held up the tip of a pizza piece for her, and expected her to take it herself. It was fun feeding her, but he wasn't about to fill her up himself, at least not with nourishment. He leaned onto the other arm of the couch and looked her over, with her legs bare and ass pressed into the seat.<br/><br/>"So, is this your dream or what?" he asked, gesturing around with the hand not holding food. "Isn't this kind of a... slap in the face to your broken family?" he prodded. "You told me they were messed up, Emily most of all, so why do you get to pursue your big city dreams while they're wasting away?" He'd not meant for it to be a sore subject, but he didn't hate that it was, either, so he continued. "Girl you seem to be would stay home and be miserable with them. Doesn't this chance at happiness make you feel guilty? They're at home, I pretty much fucked up your family, and you're here, cumming from you ass while working your dream job." he laughed to himself and stuffed his mouth. "You're kind of an asshole too, aren't you Talia?"