.... Joanna was sitting at the kitchen table in a summer dress and barefoot.I sat ...own in a chair across from her and sat the plate on the table.Well this is the moment of truth I said are you sure you want to see me do my thing? Joanna replied..Um well tell me what your going to do Im kinda interested but kinda queasy about it as well.I explained to her again about my fetish and I get a sexual thrill by womens toilet habits. “How does it feel slave?” I ask, as I click the vibrator to the setting right below high. “Mmm, so good Master,” you reply through a gentle moan. I click the vibrator to high, sending strong pulses of pleasure to your pussy. You throw your head back in pleasure, as your body is driven closer to orgasm. I see the vibrator is now shining from your juices, and I know you are close to orgasm. “Let it go slave, give in to the pleasure,” I tell you as you writhe slightly in your bonds. “Mmm, yes, yes. “Good boy.” Oren leaned over and gave me a lingering kiss.Then he set to work. I couldn’t watch him or think about it, for fear of blowing my load. So instead I tried to make my muscles relax. Of course all that effort was rendered meaningless the instant the lubed up shaft touched my ass.“Ready?”I nodded.Oren thrust the first few inches is relatively easy. I closed my eyes as the toy rubbed up against my prostate. The next few inches went in pretty easily as well, but it was now touching. It tingled me again, and that tingling sensation pushed me to touch myself down there.But my lips were sore already. So I controlled myself with the promise of doing it the next day. I finished applying the cream and came out of my room. Soon the sun had set, and it was time for supper.I had arranged the food on the dining ledge. It was time I had to call father to the dining chamber. It was a new feeling to have the same old bread with my father. I called him, and he walked into the chamber.