Getting over my fetish

“Well, lick my asshole clean toilet or I’ll lower this seat until you can’t breathe again.”

She did that once to me and just about killed me that time. So I licked the nasty shit from her ass. Afterwards she raised the seat, finishes wiping and closed the lid and walked out of the room.

I could hear her walking around up stairs probably making coffee. I could just barely hear talking but could not make out any words it was just mumbles. I heard other footsteps. Roberta most be up.

“Morning, Dawn.”

“Morning Roberta, want a cup of coffee?” Dawn hands her a cup

“Sure thanks, is he still sleeping?”

“Nope he is downstairs waiting for you.” Dawn said with a big grin.

“Soon as I’m done with my cup of coffee.” Roberta says lifting her cup in the air.

“Remember no mercy.”

“What if he can’t handle it and I kill him. Would you hate me?

“He can handle mine just fine. Just remember down there he is not Jack he is a toilet, nothing more. If he dies at least he died happy and full of what he likes. I could never hate you.”