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... on the Throne, Michelle heard the faint hum & next felt the man's face as it was raised. 'IT'S just a toilet Michelle....Not a Man anymore, just a thing for you comfort & enjoyment, like any other modern Convenience' 'Sitting on the seat raises the Slave's face, Rebecca told her. Rise up & it will lower him back down' Rebecca added. Looking down between her spread thighs she could see IT'S neck. The toilet seat was larger than normal & as IT'S warm tongue began licking her swollen pussy lips Michelle thought about what she was about to do. Looking up she saw that Rebecca had gone & now Regina was leading Kyle in. Kyle had his blue dog collar around his neck as he knelt by the Throne. 'I thought your Slave should see where he could end up if he displease his you' Regina said as she left closing the door behind her. Kyle could see the man thru the Plexiglass as he tongued HIS Mistress. He was shaking, fearful of his future if Michelle chose another. The stream of warm pee first splattered, drops running down the glass before it began to flow smoothly into the slave's mouth. The familiar hissing sound had him opening his mouth, a practice he knew so well from serving Mistress Michelle. He even mimicked swallowing before he realized it wasn't him his Mistress was feeding. Swallowing the last rich mouthful, the Slave's tongue lapped noisily, cleaning Michelle. The slave lifted his head when Michelle inched forward on the seat & Kyle swallowed the lump in his throat when the ...

... slave began licking, his tongue probing, waiting. He had tongued her beautiful ass too whenever she wished but this Slave was moaning as his tongue probed unlike himself, this man was eager her to...to......... Kyle knew what was coming. He stole a look at his Mistress sitting like royalty on her throne. The bowl, still streaked, beads of yellow droplets skewing his vision, but he was still able to see the slave raise his head again, his tongue sliding under the long dark mass, guiding it to his open mouth. Michelle's deep sighs filled the tiled room as it dropped. Kyle cringed but he couldn't take his eyes away, imagining he was the slave under her divine ass. The slave wasn't gagging...he was......was....just eating, swallowing, like it was a rich delicious chocolate log. Kyle swallowed the thick lump in his throat & felt it was him swallowing his Mistress' caviar. Sweat broke out on his forehead as he saw the scene playing like a movie in his mind. Michelle forcing him to make a choice. Pointing to the toilet, then pointing to the door. He watched the face in the bowl open his mouth again & then close around another offering as it broke free. He heard another, softer sigh from Michelle. Kyle looked away, he couldn't watch anymore. When next His eyes met Michelle's his bl**d ran cold afraid of what she was thinking. Michelle rose & looked down at the Slave, watching him swallow as her offering sank deeper between his lips with each swallow. She closed the lid & flushed, giving ...