She needed a shower to get rid of the stink, and wake up. Time to move.She padded out into the hallway. Turning, Goldie reached up her clawed hand and... grabbed the door knob, pulling the door shut. Anthony had offered to make the door more four legged friendly, but she had squashed that. Goldie didn't want special treatment. She wanted to be like them. Be ONE of them.So, no doggy doors.With another yawn, she ambled down the hall.The ship, especially this store, was the most bestest place she had. They were nothing. He was everything.Considering this, she was actually a little let down to discover that His Supremacy had not, in fact, arrived at the dinner. She awkwardly sat herself next to Daymon. A few people looked at her and muttered, but nobody asked about her lateness or her pained gait.Looking at the food on her plate, she suddenly realized she was quite hungry. She grabbed her fork and began to cut into a piece of lamb when she realized her father was glaring at her.“His Supremacy. His tip was bending towards me, and I could smell the pre cum from it.There was a blot already on the shorts. I kept one hand on his right thigh and took the cock out of his brief. The banana dazzled in front of my wide-open mouth. I took the balls in my hand.First, he moaned silently. Then he held the back of my head with one hand and started touching his asshole with another. I slowly started from the front. I took three secs on every inch of the dick-head to make sure all part of his dick. Then I show her how to serve the remainder of the scrambled eggs onto the plates.I draw two cups of water from the tank, and dip tea bags in. "OK, this is salt and this is pepper, it also will make the eggs taste better." I show her how to shake a little of the spices on the eggs.I scoot the little table close to the bed and the chair — these really are close quarters - and we set the food on the table. One of 'those' looks to the dogs keeps them away, a few minutes at a time. I find her.