Like every morning, I woke up at 6 a.m. sharp and kicked off my day with a solid hour of jogging. As soon as I got back, I didnt bother with a showerwhy would I, when my personal slave is there to give me a thorough, tongue-powered cleaning? He starts with my sweaty armpits, then moves down to my feet, and finally buries his face in my ass, licking up every salty drop from the run.While hes cleaning my crack, I feel a strange rumble in my stomach. Jogging always does that to meespecially when I havent gone right after waking up. I order my slave to lie down flat on the floor. He knows exactly whats coming. When I say personal slave, I also mean personal toilet, haha.Open wide, I command. Your divine caviar is on its way. I squat over him and deliver a perfectly medium-consistency load straight into his mouth. I sit beside him, using my foot to scoop up any stray pieces from his face and shove them right back instraight from my sole to his tongue. Of course, I wash it all down with a generous stream of spit and piss. Wouldnt want him getting thirsty, now would I?I stand up, leaving him there with his face buried in the leftover mess on the floor. Clean every last bit before I get back, I say as I walk away. My waste doesnt go to waste.
