All that you read in this story is only the names of the heroes are changed.I’ll start with myself: Alena, 18 years old, student.Since childhood, my parents have not limited me to anything, I had absolutely everything that the girls of my age dreamed about: from toys and clothes to new products in the field of technology.
When I turned 13 years old, I had my own bank card on which my pocket money was for a month (mostly there were enough of them for two weeks).I spent them on all sorts of various things.Later I matured a little and began to protect my savings.At the age of 15 I was interested in completely different things.I became interested in sex, masturbation, fetish.
Most loved porn with BDSM elements.Subsequently, I already had another collection of toy-didlo, vibrators, masturbators, phalluses, gags, lashes and much more.Sex has become an indispensable part of my life.But I longed for more, sex became me gray and monotonous, masturbation-priority.I dreamed of finding something new, what would interest me with renewed vigor.
And I found.I began to be written in clothes.I especially loved this in my pants, but it would deliberately cope with the need for jeans from Gucci or Kelvin Klein would somehow be wild, so I bought specially clothes for this in the masses of the markete or in the second hand.
One morning, the driver wanted to take me to college, but I refused.She said that I would go by taxi with friends.Parents have long gone to work, and the servants had a day off.Therefore, I decided to do my job.I took out two liters of freshly squeezed juice, poured a cup of coffee, uncorked a bottle of beer and began to make a smoothie for myself, and before that I drank a glass of water with ice.When the drinks were ready, I climbed in front of the TV watch programs and began to drink my drinks.
Two liters of Fresh were well given, I did not feel the call to go to the toilet, then I drank my coffee and began to drink beer.Here I feel that I really want to go to the toilet, I will explode right now, but I patiently drink beer and I take out an iPad to get to go to Instagram.Finally I finished beer.
But I still had a liter of smoothie, and I could no longer sit calmly.To somehow improve my position, I unbuttoned the belt and rolled jeans a little.It was incredibly difficult for me and I started to cry.But through tears, I noticed that I was a little written in panties.Here I am a weak thing!I whispered.
Here I begin to yake on the sofa and reluctantly take the damned smoothie and begin to drink it with one hand healing my wet, tortured pussy, but the streams begin to pour.About her!I’m screaming a little more.But urine begins to flow and wet jeans.It’s enough!
I decide to immediately run to the toilet.I’m starting to go in small steps, and urine oozes from pants.I can’t do this anymore.From powerlessness I fall to the floor and start writing right near the door to the toilet.My pants become wet, and my body rejoices in relief.
I get up and understand that you need to remove it here, but it is necessary to finish the dark.In wet pants, I go through the whole house and Puzi.When I finished it, I realized that I had to pee again.Now I go to the room, attract wet pants and panties and dress in clean.
And then I thought of putting on a new mechanical super -expensive belt.You don’t believe it, he jammed.Now I did not know what to do, the belt was jammed, but I wanted to write again.I reached out of despair.Are I really described again in my pants, but no longer of my own free will?-I said and sat on the bed….
To be continued)
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