It has a regulartoilet seat, but the commode part is a wooden box with a plastic lining. Itis little lower than a regular commode and it has a large h...le 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 seat. ThenI must pull her panties down. I'm a bit of an exhibitionist. I like to show a bit of cleavage and love to wear short shorts. I've noticed that men look but never thought I was that pretty. I always figured it was because there was frequently lots of skin showing. I've never thought about it further than that."I did decide that I love my life. As terrible as the Day was for so many, it was good for me. I look at my life and realize that, without Poppa Jack and Momma Shirley, it would have turned out very differently. Bennie. Was this a sign that they failed? Even so, it's more than anyone could wish for. However, just before anyone can breathe in relief...A new flame bursts from the pit! With a blinding green hue, it snakes to the ceiling with a crackling roar! In response, the robed members scream and shield themselves from the fierce flames that expand outward.Only the leader, coming down from the cusp of doubt, looks on in awe. Her hood slides down from the burst of wind that carries the flame upward, revealing. “Don’t. Stay with me for a while.” I could feel our mixed juices as they leaked from her and into my pubic hair. I kissed her. “I love you.” I whispered to her as she eased down to lay beside me. “I love you to Sam.” She lifted her lips to mine kissing me. “Very much.” She ran her hand down to my wet cock taking it into her hand. “I’ll stay with you for as long as you want me. Go to sleep now.” She cupped my balls. She was gone when I woke up the next morning. I sat up wondering if it had been.