Three women relied on their toilet servant to fulfill their urgent needs. Christina had been holding it in for two days, while Yana had also waited the same amount of time. Amina, however, had been constipated for four days, heightening her urgency. The women were desperate and eagerly pushed me to begin filming, their impatience palpable. I felt a mix of fear and determination—I had to swallow everything without faltering to honor their expectations. Christina went first. Her taste and scent were familiar to me, and I had grown to appreciate them. She urged me on, insisting, "Swallow faster! The women need to go, they’re waiting!" Yana followed second. Her offering was surprisingly sweet, with a grainy texture that crunched audibly in my mouth. During the session, she went twice and also shared her intimate secretions with me. Amina was last. I anticipated a substantial load, as she had confessed over the phone that her last release was on Sunday—it was now Wednesday. When I asked if it was firm and plentiful, she confirmed with a laugh. Her product was incredibly dense and well-formed, making it as challenging to swallow as liquid would be. By the end, I felt utterly drained and used. It was a grueling experience, but I persevered. Reflecting on it, I believe I could now serve four women, though I suspect that would be my absolute limit.
