Both of my toilet sluts are fond of shit, and I decided that they should get to know the stationary toilet bowl, which I use when they are not around. They were both pleased with this acquaintance and meeting, and Sasha even confessed her love to the porcelain friend. I was very pleased.
Sasha, after confessing her love to the toilet bowl, refused to wash off the shit. I had to call my slave husband to help put her in the bath and wash her off as a supervisor. She jokingly said, “I’m going to go home with a shit-streaked face. Nothing, little toilet slut, and there will be a holiday on my street. I’ll smear some shit mask inside and put it on you, and then we’ll see who’s laughing.”
Maya, on the other hand, was jealous of the porcelain toilet bowl. I barely managed to get them to make up and kiss each other. Eventually, Maya calmed down and climbed into the bath to wash off the shit.