| She had no place else to pee, squatting over the trash can would have
to do. She was in desperation, she had to pee and she had to go
now. Knowing she could not make it to the bathroom in time, if
she could even find one, she choose the can to do her deed. Once
she started to pee, it felt so good, one of those bathroom times
that felt almost better than an orgasm. The warm liquid streaming
out, in a long stready stream. Holding it in can be painful if
not upsetting, the release makes for a better day. We wonder,
who will have to clean out the trash, he or she is not one to
be envied today.
Maybe next
time she might think about going before it's too late, ahead of
time. A lessson might be learnt today. Some one is sure to smell
whats been done in the office. |
