I need to think about it ... Let’s just ... Look, there’s a bank over there. I need to get some cash for my plans anyway, so let’s head inside. ...’ll think about it, and ... We’ll see.”One of the plans Tommy had come up with was to attach envelopes to the fences by the gates -- there had to be more than one gate -- and festoon the envelopes with money to draw attention to them.So, he headed into the bank, holding the door for the women. Then he grabbed a withdrawal slip and wrote, “Not a real. I was unfortunate enough to have a bladder that was not very strong or cooperative, and I’m pretty sure I wet myself more than the rest of the girls in my class combined. I had a reputation for this kind of thing, as I usually could not go more than a week without an accident in class, no matter how hard I tried. Worst time was a morning where I overslept and nearly got to school late; I had to rush to class and it turned out to be a panty-check day so I had to stay in line then go strait into. A slight brush of her clitty with her forefinger sent what seemed liked electric shocks through her body. She knew this was going to be one hell of an O and now having full access, tried to make it last.Linda moved back to her pussy lips. This was the pleasure she had worked for - earned. She was going to enjoy every minute that she could last. She thought about some self bondage to add to her arousal to be able to savour the moment longer, but couldn't clear her head long enough to come up. Jim turned around and gave me a funny look. He stared into my face.?What the hell are you talking about?? Jim asked, acting annoyed that I was interrupting his fun.?I feel like shit again,? I said, ?I think I need to sit down somewhere.??There are tables over by the Canteen,? Jim said, ?Go over there. I?ll be there in a few minutes. Then we can get out of here.?I walked over to the edge of the huge room, where a vendor sold food and drink. There were tables and one was unoccupied.I took a seat.