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The Office Pet

By: Hubee



HER

You are working at your desk, it's about 10:30 in the morning, lunch is not for a while, and your day seems to be dragging by a bit. You are glad for one slight diversion, though. For there i am, your little office pet, with my leash tied so very securely to one of the file drawer handles. i am crouched down extremely low under your desk. i have just slipped off your shoes and socks, and i am licking the balls of your feet. 

i know you have had such a busy weekend, and i know now that you have

such a busy work week ahead. i want you to start your Monday off very well.

it tickles you a bit to have my tongue on you in that manner, but you are in Dom fashion, and allow me no evident response (at least not yet.) and you only tug a bit at my leash to encourage me on further. i start with your left foot, and i so very appreciatively take each succulent toe into my mouth. i kiss, lick, and suck in such a way as to cleanse and to help you relax a bit as you are working. and even as it is relaxing, you are also revived. Seeing me in such subbie posture stirs you, and you begin to feel a slight twitch in your groin. as i moan, and look up at you with my most precious and begging eyes, your dick pops up more fully. 

i ask in a low but pleading voice, 

"Sir, if i have pleased you even a little bit, might i continue to try and do more, by sucking and licking your cock the way I have sucked and licked your toes?" 

You reply, "move your mouth on up here, bitch.." 

As you grab my hair, causing my head to bump the bottom of your desk just a tiny bit. i smile so excitedly, for nothing is more fun for me than to gobble on that lovely and luscious cock of yours. And as my Dom, you know and understand how it makes me feel to serve you in this manner, knowing that any of your fellow colleagues could come up the stairs at anytime. . .

As i suckle on your balls, i slurp and cover your cock with all of my yummy saliva. i nibble at the pool of pre-cum that has formed on the very tip--- i look up again with begging and sexy slave eyes, i speak almost breathlessly asking, 

"Sir, may it please you much to spray your cum all over my face?" 

You answer, "yes, little one- it would please me very much. Suck me any longer my little dick whore, and that's exactly what I will do. I will fuck your face and then finish by covering your face with all of my jism. Is that what my little cock-sucking whore wants? Is to be covered by her Dom's globs of cum?" 

Because your dick is so long and so hard, i can only barely garble a "yes, Sir."

i begin bobbing my head back and forth allowing your dick to really fill my mouth, i begin to choke in that good way as your dick shoves its way to the back of my throat and scrapes the roof of my mouth. You feel your cock swelling and just as its ready to burst, you pull out, put your left hand on my forehead to hold me perfectly still, and you let your cum spray and drip all across my face. It hangs off my lashes, and its stickiness is quite evident on my cheeks and chin. . . 

You pat my head with thanks, and allow me to curl at your feet while you finish those reports you working on. As the good office pet that i am, i will not disturb. i will sleep. Until you have a Dom's wish to have something else to cum on. . .

HIM

After I finish the report I look down where you are curled up, waiting. I prod you with my foot. When you a glance up I pass you a fat butt-plug from my desk draw.

"Put that in and kneel on the floor – your arse pointing towards the door." I order.

I watch entranced as you obey with puppy-like enthusiasm. Once you are on all fours you reach round and press the tip of the plastic cock against your enticing pucker. I might have seen it before but I am still amazed at how easily your arse takes anything shoved into it. I remember previous subs who squealed if even a finger went in their butt. I am proud of my subbie pet's anal talents and the pleasure I derive from your arse. I also enjoy the evident pleasure it gives you. From my chair I can see that your cunt juices are flowing and starting to run down your thighs.

The sight is exciting, but a full bladder distracts me. The men's toilet is downstairs and my schedule is tight. I stand up and walk the few paces to where you kneel. I pause to check your reaction and I am pleased to see that you do not move, waiting for my orders, awaiting my pleasure.

With one hand I grasp your hair and pull you up, with the other I unzip my suit pants. Taking out my cock I ask,

'Are you ready to be my toilet?'

I see you smile and nod your head. Your compliance is exciting, added to the horny sight of my cum drying on your cheeks and caked in your eyelashes. My cock is already starting to harden as you take it in your mouth, making it difficult to relax. I close my eyes then sigh as my bladder cuts loose. The stream starts and I hear you gulping and gurgling as you swallow my hot piss. When nearly done I squeeze my muscles to stop the flow and pull my shaft from your mouth. Relaxing again I point my cock at your face let the dregs loose in your hair. Zipping my self up I resume my seat, telling you to resume your position of subservience.

I eat my sandwiches at my desk. I save one for you and place it on a plate in front of you, along with a bowl of water for you to lap from. You truly know the meaning of being my 'bitch' now.

Shortly afterwards you hear heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. You know better than to move, or look over your shoulder. But you cannot control the shaking brought on by humiliation and fear as you wait. You hear a gasp of shock when the door opens and the unseen visitor enters the room. Jim Broad is my best customer, a big man in every sense, a painter and decorator in stained bid-front overalls. He is here to discuss a big contract.

I stand up and shake his hand but he barley notices me – he can only stare at the end of the butt plug protruding from between your upturned arse cheeks and your puffy, glistening cunt.

'Can I get you anything Jim? Tea? Coffee? Or perhaps you'd prefer a blow-job?'

This gets his attention. He looks at me for the first time. He nods in your direction. 

'From her?' he grunts.

With a broad smile I tell him. 'You might be my best customer Jim, but you aren't getting it from me, that's for sure.'

We both laugh at that and he looks at you with renewed interest whilst he starts to unbuckle his overalls.

'It is mighty unusual way to start a meeting Hugh, but I'll not refuse your kind offer.'

I snap my fingers and bark at you, 'Up bitch, give my guest your leash. Suck Mr Broad's cock for him – quickly now.'

Knowing what is expected you raise yourself and shuffle over on your knees to where Jim waits for you, work clothes now around his knees and his fat, uncircumcised cock thickening at the prospect of your approach. Offering him the leather handle of your leash with one hand you take his shaft in your other and open your mouth to take the head of his cock into your willing wetness.

Almost immediately you are rewarded with a low, growling rumble of appreciation.

'Fucking hell that feels good' he moans as your head begins to bob up and down. You swirl your tongue around his cock – the way you know I like – and he loves it as well.

Ignoring his fairly pungent body odour you concentrate on giving him the best blowjob you can, trying to swallow every inch, slobbering and slurping his cock like the good cock-worshipping whore you are. It isn't long before he is holding your head and thrusting his hips to meet your downward swooping mouth. (if he wonders why your hair is wet I only know I wont be telling him.)

His cock is nowhere like the biggest you have swallowed but as he goes deeper into your throat you begin to gag and choke, flattering him that his cock is so big that you cannot cope. You risk a glance in my direction and see the faintest smile of approval on my lips, which warms your heart.

It isn't long before Jim begins to pant, his thighs twitch and his thrusting becomes more urgent. After another long moan you hear him shout,

'That's it whore, take it all, swallow my cuuuummmmmm!', before he ejaculates.

You feel his hot seed filling your mouth and running down your throat. Well trained, you wait until you are sure you have drained him. Pulling back slightly you lick his cock clean, making sure you have every drop. Only when you are finished do you look up at him and flash a cheeky smile, opening your mouth to show him what a good office whore you have been. Job done you crawl back to your place and assume the position once more – savouring the salty aftertaste of his sperm.

Jim pulls his overalls up and slumps into the chair opposite my desk, red faced – recovering his breath. During the following negotiations he his putty in my hands. Previous meetings with Jim have been characterised by hard bargaining. A canny businessman he prides himself on getting the lowest price. But this time I get him to sign for 10% more than I expected – a marvellous outcome and all due to my pet.

As he leaves he shakes my hand and starts looking at you again with renewed interest. I can see the unasked question in his eyes.

'You'll have to come to our Christmas party Jim. I'm sure my pet will be more than willing to give you a special Christmas treat. With a loud laugh he tells me, 

'It's already in my diary friend, see you later.'

He is barely gone a minute when you hear more footsteps on the stairs. Someone was obviously waiting for Jim to leave. This someone does not seem surprised to see you – at least they make no noise to indicate this. They seemingly know about my office pet. 

'Hello Sanjay', you hear me say, 'you have last month's sales figures for me?'

'Yes Mr Dominic' the unseen man answers. 'They look pretty good too.'

'I'll be the judge of that' I tell him, but my tone of voice indicates a friendliness that indicates a good relationship with Sanjay. You kneel. Half hearing our conversations about 'AOP' and 'closing ratios'. When the conversation draws to a close I tell my sales manager,

'You've done a good job this month with your team Jay. I think you deserve the bonus I promised you.'

You can hear the excitement in his voice as he eagerly asks me,

'Can I have her arse?' 

You don't need to be a genius to work out what has motivated this guy during the past month.

'Sure thing' I tell him expansively. Then I address you. 'Take your butt plug out pet and let Sanjay use you.'

Without looking around you start to comply. Even as you do you feel the end of your leash being taken up. Barely before the plug is out you feel Sanjay's cock-head pushing into your relaxed and open arse. Ordinarily your arse is receptive and easy to penetrate, proof of what a buttfuck slut you are. But prepared by the plug, your sphincter offers no resistance to my manager's long, slim cock. He is in your arse as deep as he can go with the first thrust. Looking up you see his reflection in the windows opposite, eyes closed in bliss. Then he tugs hard on your leash which does two things simultaneously. It pulls you back on to his cock and tightens the collar round your throat - straight away you start to pant as your breathing is restricted.

Sanjay starts to fuck your arse, tugging on your collar with each thrust. As a result it isn't long before you see spots before your eyes. But you enjoy this sensation and it increases your pleasure. Your cunt and arse muscles twitch and you feel the inexorable climb to orgasm increase in pace. You sob for breath and moan with pleasure as you are choked and buttfucked by my unseen employee. But as distracted as you are by these sensations there is a tiny part of your brain which keeps telling you – 'you may not cum. Only my Master has that right'.

Sanjay cums without warning, then half slumps across your back, muttering swear words in a language you don't recognise. Slowly his cock deflates and slips from your arse. His grasp on your leash slackens and the collar loosens around your neck. Gasping, your breath slowly comes back. As you return to the room you hear my telling my sales manager,

'If the team make target for the year you can have the pet as a plaything at the next sales meeting.'

You gently shudder with pleasure at the thought.

When you are recovered I gently take your arm and raise you into an upright but still kneeling pose. In this position you feel some blobs of cum drip from your arse and run down the inside of your thigh. My fingers gently brush your cheek, some flakes of dried cum flutter to the floor. Wordlessly I pass you a cup of iced water and you gratefully gulp it down.

Eyes downcast you murmur, 'Thank you Master.' Ordinarily I don't permit the use of this honorific, but pleased with your display I let it pass without comment this time.

'Back on all fours jen' 

I order, repaying you with the rare use of your name – a sign of appreciation and affection. I walk round behind you and unbutton my flies. My cock is instantly throbbing and hard as I take in the sight of your cum filled arse. Kneeling behind you I place my cock head just into your gaping arse. I feel you tense up. With any other woman I would take this as a sign of reluctance, of fear that what is to come might cause pain. But with you I know it is a sign that what you most fervently want to do is thrust yourself back and swallow my cock with your arse. Only my previous training restrains you.

I stroke the lovely globes of your buttocks and murmur, 'Good pet', before I press forward, surging into you. 

Sanjay might have gone in easily, but every inch of my prick stretches you. I hear your long exhalation of breath, matching the remorseless progress of my shaft into your bowels. You grunt when I pause at the point when I am all the way in. I hold still and hear you pant once more, the feeling of fullness so intense.

'You may cum when I tell you my anal whore'

Then I draw back and start to pound you. My balls are soon slapping against your swamp wet cunt and my fingers dig into your buttocks as I ensure that you benefit from every centimetre of my cock.

The feeling is so amazingly nasty and erotic that I quickly realise I wont last as long as planned.

'Are you ready my whore? I hiss

All I hear in return is 'Uhhuhuhhuh.'

I relax my iron control and bellow

'Cum for me, cum with my cock in your slutty arse.'

Instantly I hear you scream and feel you start to cum. The muscles in your arse contract and squeeze my cock in an intensely exciting grip. I roar with arousal and release as I empty the pent-up contents of my balls into your depths. My vision almost greys out with the intensity of my orgasm, your arse continuing to squeeze and massage my cock – as if it were as hungry for sperm as your mouth had been earlier.

When I regain my composure I stand and return to my chair. When you regain yours and look at me, I glance down at my still open trousers.

'Get over here and lick me clean my pet.'

As I see you smile and begin to crawl under the desk I turn my attention to my email inbox. I glance at the time I see it will soon be time for coffee. A smile crosses my face when I think of pet going to the Starbucks across the road for my afternoon latte. 

I wonder if I should let her get dressed first?

The Office, Prequel



How it all go started.

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The Office Pt. 01



Jason looked out over his workers from his lofted office and smiled. Who would have believed that in just five short years he could have turned his father's small processing plant into the major producer of canned goods it was today. He still liked to run business from this office that overlooked the first production line to remind himself of where it all started and where it could all go back to if he took his eye off the ball. 

Of course he had made a few improvements to his dad's old office. Gone was the one room for him and one for his secretary. Now the offices stretched all the way along the building, the front being for his executives, the rear for him. His office had it's own private wash room, dressing area and lounge for entertaining important clients, complete with bar and kitchen. The lounge even folded out into a bed for those busy nights he had stayed way to late to go home.

Lately though that had been less and less as he had been able to hire very competent people to help him run the business. From it being just him and and a couple of shift managers, he now had 14 shift managers running the seven production lines and 8 executives. Of course none of this would have been possible without Serana. She had been a godsend when he had been looking to expand the business at the start.

He had advertised the position, looking for a young no nonsense, can do, junior executive, that was willing to put in long hours for big rewards later. As he thought he didn't get many replies, and the ones he did were not the sort of people he wanted to hire. He was giving up when she walked in the door. Impeccably dressed, a brilliant resume, but not a lot of work history. Still there was something about her he liked. He talked to her for ten minutes and got the story. She was brilliant and most bosses didn't like that, they wanted to be the smartest one in the room. She also took no prisoners and expected the best from anyone she worked with from the lowliest janitor to her own boss. She admitted that as a fault and was trying to change but to her it was difficult, it had been the way she was brought up. Jason smiled. He liked her a lot and knew they would get along and that she would be good for his business. He had hired her on the spot and had never regretted it.

They had started working to expand his business together and implement his plans and he immediately knew he had made the right choice. She was not afraid to tell him when he was overreaching himself and pointing out flaws in his plans, but she was also not afraid to take criticism herself. They worked well together but nothing ever developed between them. She was married and they worked such long hours it was all business between them. Not that he didn't think about it on a few occasions. She was a stunning woman. A natural red head, her curly red hair bounced around her shoulders as she strolled around and her green eyes flashed between a fierce emerald green when she was angry or intense, to a mellow grass green when she was happy or relaxed. Her 5'7 frame was slim and trim. She worked out regularly and it showed and her C cup breasts had absolutely no sag to them.

He had caught himself staring occasionally those first few months and had mentally slapped himself. That was not why she was here and if he made a move on her she would probably storm off and his business would certainly suffer and he didn't want that to happen. The urges gradually subsided and they had become good friends instead and the business had prospered. As promised he had made her the vice president, heck she deserved it, but they both remained hands on.

Smiling he flicked a switch and the blinds rotated cutting off the view and he proceeded to the lounge. It was almost time for Serana to join him for a celebratory drink. They had just closed another important deal that would enable them to guarantee work for another 3 years and maybe add another line and if the talks with that overseas company progressed as good as they where going it was a definite.

Right on time there was a knock on the door and then she entered, locking the door behind her. That was strange but he let it go. Perhaps she wanted to discuss business after and they always did that behind locked doors. Though why she would discuss business today surprised him. He poured two glasses of champagne and handed one to her. "To the continuing success of the business. Long may it prosper and continue to make us and our employees wealthy."

They clinked glasses and sipped but Jason could tell something was bothering her and motioned her to sit down.

"Okay Serena what is it? I have noticed you down in the dumps for the last several months. It has not effected your work so I haven't said anything and I don't think anyone else can tell but we have been friends too long for me to miss it."

Serena looked at him then her eyes started to leak tears at the corners. "Jason it is all becoming a bit too much for me. I walk around the plant and I see people trying their best and I know they are, these people love working here they are like a big family, but I can see so much that can be done just that bit better. Oh it doesn't need to be done I know that, but I want to scream at people to do it. The bins on the lines could be moved a half inch closer meaning we could save an extra hour a year in time, If the janitors were trained to implement my system of cleaning they could finish ten minutes earlier, saving us over $20,000 a year in wages plus less cost in cleaning materials, but it would cost in the training and the resentment from them would not be viable."

She looked at him and started to cry," I need help Jason, I love this job and don't want to leave but it is becoming too much."

Jason reached out and held her and thought. He did not want to loose her any more than she wanted to leave. She was still a big driving force behind his company, in fact the truth was it was not really his company it was theirs. He needed to find a solution. He already knew how she had been brought up by a very strict father who had punished her for any indiscretion, real or imagined and made her get perfect grades all through her schooling until he had died. However by then it was just ingrained in her. She just strove for perfection. Suddenly an idea hit him.

"Serena do you trust me?"

She looked at him funny and wiped away her tears and laughed a little. "I come to you and tell you this and you ask if I trust you? Of course I do Jason."

Jason smiled in spite of himself and chuckled. "Guess your right. Silly question but what I am going to propose is going to involve a lot of trust and seem really out there."

Serena sat up and looked at him and then wiped away the last of her tears. "Okay this does sound serious and apart from business you are never serious so you better tell me."

Jason took a deep breath and just decided to get it over with. "Right. Look Serena all your life you have been striving for perfection because of the way you were brought up. I am not saying that is a bad thing because it bloody well helped me build this company to what it is today and helped make you the woman you are. The problem is that your Daddy punished you every time you failed and made you strive harder and I think you are missing that. Maybe you don't know it and maybe I am way off, but now that you and I have finally been able to slow down and no longer push ourselves as hard you are feeling out of sorts. The problem is we won't be pushing ourselves for awhile. We need to establish ourselves before the next major push." Jason could see Serana taking it all in but he couldn't tell if she was agreeing with him or not.

"What I think you need is that punishment Serana. Someone to take control of you and tell you what to do while you are not striving to succeed. I don't know if it will work but if you are willing to give it a shot you should try it. Go home and search up a few BDSM sites and see what they do for you and discuss it with your husband. I don't want to loose you, you are too important for this company."

Jason watched her nod then she gave him a hug and a smile and walked to the door. "I know how hard that was for you Jason and only because it is you will I do this. I hope it is a solution or I am going to have to leave." She opened the door and walked through. "I know" he answered to her retreating back. Picking up the champagne bottle he started to finish it. He was going to get drunk tonight.

He woke up slumped on the couch in his office and groaned. Getting up he strode into the bathroom and had a quick shower, then dressed in one of the suits he kept at the office. Poking his head out he informed his secretary he was ready for business and settled into the day. It was a busy one and he soon was swamped with work and spent the day ploughing through it. Finally it was done and he was relaxing with a small scotch when Serana entered and again locked the door.

"Okay Jason I will try it," she said immediately "But my husband would never do that, he just couldn't. It is going to have to be you. You are going to have to be my Master."

Spluttering half of the mouthful of scotch he had onto the window Jason spun and looked at her. "Excuse me!!" he exclaimed. "Do you understand what you are asking?"

Serana smiled. "Yes I do. Don't deny you have had feelings for me Jason. When we first started working together I caught you looking at me. I must admit to being flattered, you are a good looking man and I entertained the idea myself."

Jason's mind was spinning. She knew about those looks, and thoughts and had similar ones, but that had been years ago. Now she wanted him to be her Master.

"Look Serena I admit I had those feelings, hell I probably half still do, but you are my friend and so is your husband. I'm not sure if I could do this."

"It is either this or I have to leave," she said evenly.

Damn she had him over a barrel. He had done this sort of thing in college so he knew what to do, but to do it with Serena. Could he do it? The more he thought about it the hotter he became and the bulge in his pants was telling him to go for it. "Fine, but we have to go over some ground rules. While you are at work or at any work functions you belong to me. At home you can be the dutiful wife but once here you become my property to do with as I see fit. I will never hurt and I will never give you any marks you don't want. This is between you and me and I will make sure your husband has no reason to suspect anything is going on nor anyone else. If this does not help with your problem we can stop and you can leave straight away. Is there anything else you want to add?"

Serena shook her head. "Thank you for doing this for me Jason. I don't want to leave any more than you want to see me go."

Jason grinned back at her. "Well we can but give it a shot. I must admit that the idea does appeal to me. I did have desires on you when we first met but I never thought I would get to act on them. Oh and from now on when we are alone together, you will address me as master. Now tomorrow I want you to dress normally but you are to wear your sexiest underwear and make sure you are wearing a dress. Now go home to your husband Serena, your training starts tomorrow."

Jason left that night with a large smile on his face and a long drive ahead of him. He had a few supplies to buy but he couldn't do it anywhere around where he lived. He was too well known and it was known he did not have a girlfriend. The items he wanted for tomorrow would raise too many eyebrows if he bought them in town. He could order what he needed for later sessions off the internet but for now he drove several towns over and bought several items then drove home. He wouldn't get much sleep but it was worth it.

The next morning he drove into work with a light heart and walked in happy. He informed his secretary that he had an important meeting with Serena and was not sure how long it would go. This was not unusual and she nodded. She would hold all calls and take messages of the important ones. He walked in and sat down on the couch. At nine Serena walked in and locked the door and walked over. "Master".

Jason sighed stood up and smacked her hard on the buttocks and her eyes flew open and she looked at him accusingly and opened her mouth to speak but he held up his hand again and she stopped herself. He nodded and sat back down. He looked her up and down a bit then sighed again. "I have a lot of work to do. A proper slave would walk in then kneel at her Masters feet and wait for him to address her. Remember this. Also as soon as you enter this room when it is just the two of us you are to disrobe immediately before approaching me. Now stand up and rectify that now."

Serena stood up and hesitated a little before beginning to take off her clothes. Jason debated about punishing her but decided to let her get away with it, after all it was her first time. Soon she stood in front of him in a pair of black lace underwear. He smiled and motioned her to twirl around for him. She did so and he was treated to the sight of her firm body and ass in full view. "Very nice Slut. You enjoy showing off your body to me don't you. I know you do because I can smell you from here." The truth was he could. She was getting aroused by this. He had guessed right, she had needed something like this.

"So my little slut likes that does she?" Reaching up he grabbed her arm and wrenched her arm, pulling her down until she lay down across his lap. "That is naughty. Getting aroused like that. What would your husband think." He slapped her stingily across her right buttock. She squirmed and cried out. "Oh no stay there and take your punishment you little slut." He swung again and hit her left cheek the same type of blow. He was only hitting hard enough to sting and leave a warm glow. He settled in and alternating strokes he worked it over never hitting the same spot twice, working up and down her panty clad ass. Soon her yelps turned to moans and he felt a wetness in his lap as she squirmed more and more. He yanked down her pantys and hit both of her cheeks hard and then stood her up. "Now kneel down my little slut."

He watched as she gingerly did so, her ass on fire. He left her there as he retrieved his bag of goodies and returned. Before sitting he unhooked her bra and then sat down. "Turn to the side." He ordered. As she did so he took out a pair of leather cuffs and quickly pulled her hands behind her back and shackled them together. Then he moved her to face forward again. Again he reached in and pulled out a pair of nipple clamps. They were only rubber tipped and did not have much pressure behind them being beginner ones but he would soon have her up to advanced ones. Attaching them he saw her wince but keep her mouth shut. "Good girl you are learning."

Undoing his zip he freed his seven inch cock from it's prison. Grabbing her hair he guided her head towards it. "Now please your master." She began by licking around his circumcised head and then taking just the head in and sucking lightly while swirling her tongue all around it. Plunging down a little she sucked on the up stroke keeping her tongue firmly on his large vein before plunging down again. Jason was impressed. She was very good at this and he wrapped his hands in her curly hair and let her set the pace. However when she seemed to bottom out at taking only five inches down her throat he was disappointed. He let her get away with it for several minutes because it felt good before he tightened his grip and began to force his full seven inches down her throat. "C'mon you can do better than that you little slut. Take all of me." She gagged and spluttered but he continued until she was able to adjust and soon she was able to take him easily as he continued to fuck her mouth.

Several minutes later he felt the tingle in his balls and knew he was about to cum. Thrusting harder into her he pulled her head down harder and harder. "Okay slut here comes your reward." He spewed his first shot deep into her mouth then pulled her face off of him and let his cum spray all over her face while grunting. "Ah that's how I like my little slut to look." He pushed her up and then guided her over to the lounge and laid her back on it. "Don't think that is all that is happening today. Our morning is just beginning," he grinned at her.