I've been distance-training this nasty mud monster for some time now. I know his toilet fetish runs deep. Thoughts of my filth satisfy his brain in the way that no pussy could. He is beyond repair. Now, at long last, he's in my town, NYC for a full week of work. But he'll be reporting to ME for the business! There is no way I'm going to let him skate by without showing Me he really means business. how could he refuse? He can't. I will institute a strict- NO BACKING OUT rule. This is just the beginning, toilet! The torment will grow more detailed and s a v a g e as the week wears on.