My belly growling in hot anger, and little soldier spy breathless between my meaty ass-cheeks, I hurry to the toilet to relieve myself. Thing is, the interloper, clinging helplessly to my crusty thong, doesn't really stand a chance... to stay dry, that is. I hear him wail and then, like a mountaineer losing his footing, fall fast into the acid of my bladder, his lungs filling up with impurity. I am indeed relieved... and as satisfied as a queen at coronation. Poor bloke: he'll when I flush my filth and effluvium, but doesn't he deserve to have his existence, and his exploits, expunged from his... Show more