Ahmya, still unsatisfied, pulled down her panties and filled the bowl with her golden piss. The salty stream mixed with the pasty pastry, creating a warm, golden soup. Tiny puffs of cake floated to the top, and the slave eagerly set upon the soup, slurping up every last drop. The salty-sweet concoction soothed his throat, and before he could finish, Ahmya hocked large globs of snot into the bowl, mixing it with the remaining bits of cake. The slave smiled to himself as he savored the still-warm snot from the bottom of the clear, glass bowl.