In my quest to accustom my husband to the experience, I employ a variety of tactics. Come to me, dear, present your backside. Ah, the comfort of your backside, and I can sense the warmth of your internal workings. Go on, defecate on me, have no shame. Yes, it feels so delightful, warm, soft, and fragrant, covering my body. More, I implore you, give me more. How good I feel, I’m on the verge of climaxing. I am enveloped in it. I shall summon the toilet slave from the bathroom, allowing them to cleanse me of every last bit.