ScatqueensBerlin - Lady Missy - Gardentoilet P1 HD

As the warm summer sun began to dip below the horizon, Lady Missy and her girlfriend found themselves in a bit of a predicament. They were relaxing in her garden shed, enjoying each other's company, when the unthinkable happened - they both felt the strong and sudden urge to relieve themselves. Unfortunately, there was no working toilet inside the shed. Lady Missy had a toilet slave who usually took care of such situations, but he was nowhere to be found. The poor girl was panicking, not knowing what to do next, when suddenly a thought crossed her mind. Without hesitation, she turned to her girlfriend and said, "I think I have an idea. Why don't we just use your slave as a human toilet?" Her girlfriend, though shocked at first, quickly realized the practicality of the suggestion. Feeling a surge of excitement at the thought of using another person for such intimate purposes, Lady Missy marched out of the shed and called for her toilet slave. When he finally stumbled into her sight, she was already standing over him with her skirt hitched up and her bare bottom pointing directly at his face. "You're lucky I couldn't find my dog today," she growled, "or else you know what would be waiting for you." As the slave nervously opened his mouth, Missy let out a loud sigh of relief as she felt the warm flow of her urine hitting his awaiting tongue. She groaned in delight as the streams began to splash against his face, and she felt the sudden and unexpected pleasure of pissing on someone else. After a few moments, she finally stopped, leaving a trail of golden droplets trickling down his chin and onto his chest. With a satisfied smile, she pushed him roughly aside and gestured for her girlfriend to have her turn. As her girlfriend positioned herself over the terrified slave, Lady Missy stepped back to enjoy the show. She watched in eager anticipation as the golden stream began once again, feeling more than a little aroused by the sight before her. Soon, both women had relieved themselves on the trembling slave, leaving him covered in their combined piss. Feeling triumphant, they pulled up their skirts and grinned at each other, admiring their handiwork. As they left the shed, Lady Missy couldn't help but slap her slave on the back, laughing, "That's a memory you'll never forget, slave. Next time, remember to do your job better." As they walked back to the house, the ladies could still hear the whimpering of their poor toilet slave, but they paid him no mind. They were too busy enjoying the rush of power and excitement that came from using him as their personal human toilet. And so ended their unconventional garden party, filled with unexpected pleasures and an intense display of dominance over the helpless slave. Only time would tell when they might call upon him for such services again, but for now, Lady Missy and her girlfriend retired to the house, content in the knowledge that they could always find unique ways to amuse themselves.