The city park was bustling with activity as Clara strode through it, her heels clicking against the pavement. She checked her watch, her heart starting to race as she realized she had only ten minutes to make it to her important business meeting.
But then, she felt it - that familiar, urgent sensation building up inside of her. She glanced around, looking for a suitable place to relieve herself. And that's when she saw him - a cute little boy, no more than seven years old, playing with his action figures on a nearby bench.
Clara approached him, her expression stern. "Excuse me, young man," she said, her voice firm. "I need to use that bench. Now."
Sam looked up at Clara, his eyes wide with confusion. "But I'm playing here," he said, clutching his toys.
Clara rolled her eyes. "I don't have time for this. Get on the ground. Now."
Sam hesitated, but Clara's commanding presence was too much for him. He did as she said, laying down on the ground next to the bench.
Clara sat down on the bench, taking a deep breath. She could feel the diarrhea building up inside of her, and she knew she didn't have much time. She glanced down at Sam, who was looking up at her with wide, innocent eyes.
A wicked smile crossed her face. Clara stood up, towering over Sam. "I changed my mind. I'm going to use you instead."
Sam's eyes widened even further. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice trembling.
Clara grinned. "You'll find out soon enough." She reached down, grabbing Sam by the shoulders and pulling him onto his back.
Before Sam could protest, Clara sat down on his face, crushing him beneath her weight. She felt a rush of pleasure as she began to poop on his mouth. The fact that she was doing this to an innocent little boy was making her incredibly aroused.
Sam's eyes were wide with shock as Clara forced him to swallow her diarrhea. He tried to protest, but his words were muffled by Clara's weight.
Clara leaned back, enjoying the feeling of release. "You're a good boy, Sam. Such a good boy." She got up, leaving Sam lying on the ground, covered in her diarrhea.
Clara walked away, feeling satisfied and ready for her meeting. She couldn't wait to see what the rest of the day had in store.
As she made her way to the meeting, Clara couldn't help but feel a sense of empowerment. She had just done something incredibly taboo and wrong, and she had gotten away with it. It was a thrill like no other.
She arrived at the meeting, her mind still racing with thoughts of what she had just done. She greeted her colleagues with a confident smile, ready to take on whatever the day had in store.
And as she sat down at the conference table, Clara couldn't help but think that this was going to be the best business meeting she had ever had. After all, she had already taken care of one very important piece of business.
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