Anjali called me on the phone and told me to meet at her residence tonight at 9.00pm .I reached her residence and opened the door .it was dark with on...y dim lights on. Come in Come upstairs and go to the bedroom she said. I went to the bedroom . With only dim lights I could not see her.just come to the balcony. There she was lying on a lying on a easy chair with her legs stressed and wearing a short sleeveless nighty which was above her knees. She ordered me to take off my clothes . I became. "I wanted her to feel at ease, "it is not an interview. I just want you to understand the job and see if we can work something out between us".I explained that I was having difficulty taking care of the house since my wife passed away and my recent accident. I had difficulty some days with getting around when my injuries flared up. I explained her duties. She helped me up the stairs and I showed her the bedroom where she would be staying if she got the job.We went back down and I showed her the. M. I have consumed both of their SEX-FOOD TURD-LOGS and my body is busy digesting and processing their Mother-Daughter SEX-FOOD SHIT-LOGS. For the moment, my job as a Toilet Slave is done. I will have about three or four hours to rest and digest the Mother and Daughter's visceral (gut) waste, before my next urgent call to Toilet Service is expected.***I am usually ready to eat more intestinal SEX-FOOD GIRL-SHIT by early afternoon if either the Mother or Daughter needs to take a second shit. . It was like a flood gate being opened, their spent fluid running from her delicate pedals, and down her thighs, and puddled on the ground. He stalked around her very proudly, then he slid his muzzle under her stomach and gently rolled her onto her back.Then he saw her cowl wasn’t covering her face anymore. She had the face of an angel, her red lips thin but pouty, with a pointed tip nose, and a light dusting of freckles on her cheeks. The name Ryhanne, and memories of his precious daughter.