She made me build one just like it. It has a regulartoilet seat, but the commode part is a wooden box with a plastic lining. Itis little lower than a ...egular commode and it has a large hole in the frontside large enough for me to insert my head. I have to keep it in my room. Thatis the only reason she ever comes into my room. When I see her go there, Iknow what to do. She has trained me how to perform this important ritual. Imust first get to my hands and knees. Then I must kiss the commode. . anywhere near normal! OMG! What an incredible experience! Even though she has been well washed it, the electrical buzz and the small injection in her clit has left her with a warm subtle wanting desire, that of an almost insatiable nymphomaniac one that will not nor cannot easily be satisfied, and one that will require quite a number of equally horny oversexed black men, in order to take the edge off of this desire,… much less actually satisfy her and give her some real sexual relief! But. Me, he just doesn'tknow how to work out the many differences between us. I'msure he thinks that there is just too great a social gap betweenus to move too quickly towards that goal." That's just stupid and silly, Fran!" said her loving daughter.Max was surprised. She spoke in a very familiar manner thatshe would never dare to use while talking to Max as her father.Niles echoed the sentiments. "I'm afraid she's right, Miss Fine." It couldn't be my voice then, could it?" said the former. I rang her. She picked up the phone . “Piyali! I think I should give myself a chance with you”, She shouted “Thank You Sir!”, and disconnected the line.Then we met at tutorials spoke to each other, but did not let others know about that. Daily after the class ceases, I used to walk half km to her residence which is nearby. Sometimes we met in parks and passed many moments keeping hand on hand. Her warm shoulders and body odor made me very seductive and thus I tried to feel her body touch more..