As I struggled to make my way out of the toilet with the floor soaking wet with other people’s piss on it, I was met by one of the pubs barmaids who...immediately spotted my wet patch.“Quick” she said, “come with me I have an idea”I followed her through a door which led through to a private snug, she told me to wait and she would be back. A few minutes later she returned with some wet wipes, a towel and something else which I could see properly. She asked me to sit down and take my trousers and. “At least right now, I have no other option.”“Good.” Ms. Brendan said. “Untie her.” she instructed the driver.Thankfully Donna looked at the driver as she untied her. When indicated she got up from her dildo, which made an embarrassing plopping sound as it went out of her pussy, followed by more juices splattering down on it, the slimy juice stretching up to her pussy. Her hands were still tied together but she could walk around and actually was told to.“A sort of cooling down,” Ms. Brendan. . yikes. I didn’t mind in principle, but that put extra work on me, you know. Thankfully, I was very high in stamina, sexual and otherwise. Even Teddy asked to be turned into a catamite in effect. I wasn’t sure what caused THAT situation, but it happened. At least Dad never did, thankfully. That would have been a bit too much for me.But I’m getting ahead of myself, of course. I still had a lot more judging to do, naturally. I decided to deal with the easier cases first, the ones that were. I grip both sides of the tub as a rub my thighs together, teasing myself in another way. This is enough to start building a tightness in my legs and abdomen. I take a deep breath and reach for the wine instead of letting myself cum. Taking another small sip, I close my eyes and picture my husband, Cooper. I think of his charcoal black hair and chocolate eyes. My eyes venture further down and imagine his strong arms and chiseled abs. In my mind I unbutton his slacks to release his bulging cock..