Tales of Desperate Wettings: Book 2: Three short desperation wetting stories

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The worrying thing was that these were 'last resort' tactics to hold out and there was still more than an hour before we were due to stop. She asked clearly in the middle of a very urgent potty emergency, jumping up and down and about to wet herself if she didn't go right now. By 4:30pm, Amber had to pee badly, the days drinking once again taking their toll on the athletic girl. I was groaning in desperation and Sue was so worried about me that she went and pleaded with the driver to stop the coach so I could pee before I damaged myself. Maria placed the opening of the thermos under her pussy; how she could know where to place it, I had no idea, for she could not possibly see the thermos opening through that enormous bush of hers.

The first spurt of pee came out before I was sitting on the loo and then I could relax and let the pee all pour out.

I will take away your hand restraints for the holding session but if you even think about undoing your legs they are padlocked and I have the key. I really could not believe this, but as the coach drove past yet another service area, I realised that the driver was not going to take pity on me and make an unofficial stop. When she realised just what a state I was in, she suggested that I change seats with her and sit by the window, so nobody else could see me holding myself. It was dark out by then so Sherry and Sabrina hadn't worried about walking home in a wet state, even with a full moon lighting the campus pathways.

Amber was getting nervous, her tummy visibly stuck out, the waistband of her slacks biting into her skin, her urethra tense, her desire to void so strong she feared she would have an accident any minute. The time sped by so quickly that I didn’t realize what time it was until I was very late and you were probably leaving me.Molly, the team captain, a young girl with her brown hair tied back in a ponytail and with tiny glasses, asked nervously raising her hand. With all the water she's guzzling to cope with the muggy heat she's going to be peeing a lot, and she dreads squatting to pee in the woods.

Luckily she was far enough inside the bus so that none of the drivers could see anything more than just her arching stream as they drove by, if they could see anything. Sue told me to do up only the top button of my jeans, in case the zip put an unbearable pressure on my swollen bladder. The traffic here on the elevated highway is moving and we will be home in fifteen or twenty minutes. Maria, I’ve been driving as quickly as I can, but we are now at a part of town where I would never let you out of the car for anything.thiswasntmebutmyboyfriendforworkexperiencewasworkingwithhisdadwhoworksverycloselywiththeforeignsecretary. The 103 third parties who use cookies on this service do so for their purposes of displaying and measuring personalized ads, generating audience insights, and developing and improving products. Another spurt, this time bigger and I can't control myself, the warm liquid gushes down my legs as I desperately cross my legs to stop the flow. What a mess though- I'm going to lock the doors so nobody goes in the restrooms until we fix this," and Laura went off, locking both doors, her shoes and the bottom of her slacks soaked in water from the broken water main. She stood there, shaking, her legs pressed together, one hand trying to massage herself as she walked over.