Suffer For Me. : Golden Rain. – Sex Story
Type of Story: Golden rain Suffer for me Suffer for me My girlfriend and I often had our bladders for strength – it is always incredibly excited us. We are continuously measured, as we were able to endure, and sometimes to set records. One time when we were sitting in a bar after work, Jenny has asked me not to allow her to go to the bathroom until the last moment so that she could set up a record. She asked me about it, because she often went to the toilet, not because she could not endure longer, but just to feel comfortable. Jenny knew that soon starts to ask me to send her to the toilet, but I decided that I would keep her away from the toilet as long as possible. “Please, please, I must popisit” – half an hour I begged Jenny, clutching his legs, and tried to get up and go to the toilet. “No, not yet time” – I said, also rising and pushing the poor girl back to our table. “Please, I badly want to pee!” Poor girl drank for two and a half cans of beer and very fidgeted in his chair. Our table was next to the toilet, which was a real challenge for Jane – every five minutes, someone entered the bathroom. It was the night from Friday to Saturday, and people in the bar became more and more. Jenny asked me again to let her go to the toilet, but I pretended not to hear her and asked: “Maybe even a beer, a fourth?” She thought and said: “I can popisit when I drink it?” I nodded, but said: “Maybe we’ll see.” Jenny thought again, but agreed and began to fidget again. Onaodela this evening in a nice long skirt with side slit, and I thought that maybe under that skirt is a tight-fitting white pants, elastic band which is strongly pressure on aching stomach, Jenny. She squeezed his leg when the waiter brought us three cans of beer. Jenny’s eyes widened in surprise when I picked up two cans and pushed them to Jenny. “You must be kidding!” – She said – “I was about to describe, I just can not drink another liter of beer!” “If you drink it, I’ll let you go to the toilet” – I said with a smile. Jenny slowly sipped a beer, as time went on, and the look of my girls are staying on the toilet door. After drinking just one bank of two, Jenny began again to beg me to let her popisit, but I told her that first she must drink up second beer. Jenny drank almost a volley, the second bank, but this time I bought myself another beer and drink it slowly. Jenny looked at me pleadingly, trying to get permission to use the toilet. It was not surprising, because she drank about two and a half liters of beer, which flowed slowly into her bladder. Jenny put her hands on his knees, but sometimes squeezing them into fists, making it easier to tolerate. “I am dying to popisit, please enable poor girl Jenny make wee-wee” – she said with a smile, trying to soften me. Four women were in the toilet, Jenny looked at them enviously and squeezed his legs even more. I thought at that time about the size of its bulge of the bladder. I could hardly wait to get , we, and I can see her belly, but Jenny has asked me again to let her go to the toilet.