His second most popular item was a toilet-slave machine in which a slave lay on her back several inches above the floor with a small flattish pail und...r her butt, and with her head enclosed in what looked like a toilet with her face flush with a real toilet seat. The Dominant would then stand and pee into the toilet, and onto the slave's face. Or he would sit on the seat, and on the slave's face, to defecate directly into her mouth.Both items were custom built to order, and didn't come. “ Hi, “ she said in a somewhat timid voice “ I’m Samantha. I just moved here. ““ I’m Grace and that’s Maurice“ Grace replies introducing the both of us. I didn’t mind but I liked to introduce myself. One way or another.We both extended our hands to her. She shook my hand and gazed in my eyes for a bit. I smiled and we parted.Samantha had been living in our building for roughly 4 months and neither myself or Grace made a move as far as I knew. Unusual for the both of us. It was a humid 86 degree. Dad is hot for your bod, and this is why. Your bod is hot.”“My ... bod ... is ... hot? Dad does seem to like looking at me. I know he likes my breasts...”“No, Gracey,” Mom interrupted. “Charlie loves your breasts. He wants your breasts. However, the main reason that he loves them is that they are beautiful breasts attached to you. While he really loves your breasts, he loves many other parts of your body and this dress shows every one of those parts off, superbly. That is why this dress is. Bobby glanced back and had to fight to keep an amused look from crossing his face when he saw the shock and horror on Ariana’s face. ‘Laura, I’d like you to meet my wife Ariana,’ Bobby said, grabbing her hand and pulling her forward. ‘Your wife? When did that happen?’ Laura asked slowly. ‘Last week,’ Bobby answered, carefully not giving her any more information than that. ‘How long have you known her?’ Laura wanted to know. ‘Our mothers were best friends and we ran into each other a few months.