(Double Camera: Funnel side view + Front view while sitting & Top of funnel view when I get up) I had oysters with coworkers yesterday night. They were definitely delightful going in. But, even if everything seemed like a perfect moment then, I knew it would be much more fun when those oysters would travel with pressure from my fat ass, powerfully rushing to his stomach by pipelining his throat to my homemade toilet. The anticipation was mouth-watering, and when I finally needed to go this morning, it went from 0 to 100 real fast. So I ordered him to hurry up and lay down on his back for him to connect his mouth to my Queening chairs funnel.He obliged. Immediately after, I exploded an ungodly amount of breakfast for him; foul vapors of rotting seaweed emerged. I knew this would be a fitting challenge for such a good slave :)xo
