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Okay, so here’s the deal. You're not moving from that spot until I'm completely empty. I've been holding this in for hours now, and my stomach is killing me. That's what you're for, my personal toilet. I don't care how bad it tastes, or how much you gag. I don't care if you cry. Frankly, the worse it is for you, the better I feel about using you like this. You exist for one reason: to take my shit when I need to go. So open your mouth wide and try not to choke too much. This is going to be a big one, and you're swallowing every bit of it. Afterward, you'll clean my ass with your tongue until there's not a speck left. Now stop looking at me like that and get ready, I can’t hold it any longer.