I had a large allergy attack earlier, and you were no where to be found, spit slave. You know your place is on your knees in front of me. I collected all my spit in a jar for you since I couldn't spit directly into your mouth. It would've been nicer for you if it was warm, huh? But no, it's been out since this morning and it's COLD and thick!! I want you to kneel in front of me, open wide, ....down it goes.....