True, I recognized that the prime motive was sexual lust, but there was another underlying element; a mystic one. There then followed, very slowly and controlled, the remaining pent-up harvest of her bowels…and her bladder! XXX I was tasting the acrid essence of the very being of my incredible Mistress and it was as though I were eating ambrosia! I studied the smoothly contoured surface of the long thick turd while enjoying its pungent aroma. Peering up through the ovoid aperture in the toilet seat, I watched her fingers reach back and clutch her satiny honey-colored cheeks. I pressed firmly with my tongue against the cloying mass in my mouth and, after considerable effort, was able to force her excrement slowly out between my slightly parted teeth.
