Toilet slaves only exist to serve their Mistress. Sometimes I am curious and perform experiments. My toilet gets tied up with a mouth gag, pushed to eat My shit all while I poke and prod.
For real. So I pull into the lot, and a vehicle is a cunt hair out of the space it was intended for. So I put on my chick glasses and try to park between this car and the other car–being that I had my chick glasses on, it took me 5 times. So I unpack my gear, and I see these chubby feet on the dashboard, smoking a cigarette. I pay no mind as there is always some degenerate in my lot. I enquire of the hooker doing her makeup, “who’s in the car waiting.” She replied, “my sister.” So, of course we go down to ask her if she would like to swallow some yellow d. She agreed. So “Pebbles”, who looks more closely to Bam Bam, is now an adjunct human toilet. So let me recap. We have two sisters ready to swallow my yellow discipline, and that they did. Now, Pebbles, not being the looker, was saved for crucial moments: like being bulimic on her sisters head, and giving her some yellow d, too. This scene was a comedy of errors, but I needed something before I went fishing. Short story long, you must see this one. I don’t always say that. This is a train wreck in slow motion. Stroke with care.
