Nobody asked for names here, that was understood.The lobby was dark. On one wall, a notice board carried a myriad of notices, directives, and posters ...ith various logos of various Government departments. Mostly it was stuff from the Department of Home Affairs with updates of the regulations. One carried a rather stern-looking photograph of Florence Daniels, the Minister for the Department. Someone had drawn a moustache on it. Stephen wasn’t sure what surprised him more: that someone had dared. After eating breakfast I went to get in the shower.I didn't bother closing the door the whole way before turning the radio on and getting under the water.Soaping up and singing I seen out of the corner of my eyes my sstr watching me through the mirror.Playing "the game", I started stroking my cock using the shower gel as lubricant. Knowing she was watching I did slow strokes and moaned a bit. I peek from under my eyes a couple of times and she still there, watching, running her hands over her. ) Since there was a lot of cum flowing down their legs.I learned that these parties are held usually once or twice a month at someone’s home and that there had never been a problem with anyone that attended since they were always a friend of some one who was attending also.Well the women started to come back from the bathroom so things started to turn back towards the sexual activities. Again my wife and I just watched what was going on and had our own little party in a room flowing with. . but that wouldn't be my only problem, because by now I'd also be feeling the pressure building up in my bladder.I'd ask to use the bathroom, and he'd say no, and then start talking about something else. I'd be patient, and wait, and ask to use the bathroom again later on. He'd still refuse. I'd be getting desperate by then, because the pressure would be almost painful. My legs would be shifting restlessly from side to side, my fingers would be tapping nervously on my knees, and my distress.