Mejo was fast asleep already. Feeling the warmth of the little dog curl up against his stomach. A hand went and wrapped around her. Holding her protectively close. Words of another language uttering from his lips. He was quite content to sleep there with Lalliet at his side. She made it so he was toasty and his wit laid over her as well. He slept through the night until seven in the morning. Sitting up when he felt licking on his face. Murmering a protest but the licking insued. He slowly opened his eyes.<br/><br/>"Morning Lalliet." He said with a smile. Sitting up and picked her up. Kissing her nose lightly then set her in his lap. "Lets go make mistress breakfast. I<span style="font-style: italic">think</span>I know how." He said as he put the dog down. Heading out of  the attic and then out of the room and into the kitchen. The dog following on his heels. He yawned and stretched. Looking down at Lalliet. "Now where is the bacon and eggs?" He asked. Looking and found a fridge. "Maybe in there?" He said to Lalliet. Opening the fridge and found eggs. He juggled them and got them to the counter by the stove.<br/><br/>Rummaging around in cabinets til he found a frying pan. Looking at it with a puzzled expression. "Maybe on the stove?" He mutters. He puts it on there and fiddles with things until he felt heat coming from the eye. "So far so good. I haven't blown anything up yet." He said as he looked down at Lalliet. "Thats a good thing I should think." He looked around and found a spatula. "What a weird instrument of food torture." He said to himself. Putting it on the counter. Stretching again and looked lost for a moment. Waiting for the pan to heat up. "Dum de dum. This is taking too long. Heat the pan faster stove." When it finally heated up he cracked eggs. Took a while to figure out how to crack it where the egg came out. Looking down at Lalliet. "This was supposed to be simple. Instead it feels complex and difficult." he said with a laugh.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Heji sucked and licked his exotic little slave. His slave. He would never share with another. Not anyone would ever touch Silva like this. Just him. Only him. He licked him faster. Moving the finger and chuckled as he felt Silva wiggling around. Such a wiggle worm. He rather liked it. It was a sexual come hither. He pulled his mouth up and began pumping his lover's penis with his hand. He looked at him. "If I take you right now without loosening you up it will hurt like hell. Defeats the purpose of pleasurous intercourse if your sex partner is in too much lingering pain to enjoy it." He said in a heated growl. Moving his mouth and kisses Silva. Nibbling on his lower lip. Continuing to now just give the guy a hand job. His hand pumping up and down. As the other hand pushed the finger in completely. Moving it in and out slowly. He pulled back to the tip and added a second finger. Slipping them back in together slowly.