”Tammy looked at Chris again then stepped up onto her chair and pulled her skirt up over her legs and right up to her stomach. All eyes in the group... followed the hem of that skirt as it rode up Tammy’s legs then past her thighs then right up to her tummy button. As those eyes travelled up those legs they all came to rest on a little tuft of black, curly pubic hair sitting atop a shaved set of outer pussy lips with one piece of clitoris poking out the top. They had all expected to see a pair of. Fortunately for me, Mother and Daughter shit at different times each and every morning. The Mother is always first, taking her shit about 6 a.m. the Daughter follows about one or two hours later taking her preternatural, before-school, Daughter SHIT-LOGS between 7 a.m. and 8 a.m. By 9 a.m. I have consumed both of their SEX-FOOD TURD-LOGS and my body is busy digesting and processing their Mother-Daughter SEX-FOOD SHIT-LOGS. For the moment, my job as a Toilet Slave is done. I will have. She knocked on the door and walked in as it opened with her eye closed, as instructed on the card. The door close behind her and someone fitted her with a blindfold. A man's voice asked her to please undress; each item was taken from her and put away somewhere. Then a leather collar was fitted around her neck with a leash attached. He then removed the blindfold.She was looking at a naked male in his middle twenties much shorter than her. An Italian type with a well proportioned slender body,. These men and women had spent so much time together in this stuffy room, that it was like they were blind to politics. They addressed each other by first names, they gave each other a hard time and argued like children, and even let slip personal secrets as if they were drunk. It was a strange little fraternity that had formed. Fear of Dominion had torn down all borders and differences and showed how pointless political etiquette was.The sudden rocking of the building shook him from his.