Legal secretary Taylor has arrived at a client's house, a folder full of paperwork in her hand. Her bladder is absolutely bursting and she can barely wait to get into the house to use the bathroom. She knocks on the door, fidgeting and crossing her legs as she waits for an answer. The her acute, no one seems to be at home. Her bladder is filled to capacity and she is right on the brink of wetting herself! She can't think what else to do except to go around to the back of the house and squat down in the man's garden to empty her bladder before it explodes. She dare not pull down her tights and ...

Legal secretary Taylor has arrived at a client's house, a folder full of paperwork in her hand. Her bladder is absolutely bursting and she can barely wait to get into the house to use the bathroom. She knocks on the door, fidgeting and crossing her legs as she waits for an answer. The her acute, no one seems to be at home. Her bladder is filled to capacity and she is right on the brink of wetting herself! She can't think what else to do except to go around to the back of the house and squat down in the man's garden to empty her bladder before it explodes. She dare not pull down her tights and panties in case someone is inside the house and they can see her, so she compromises by lifting her skirt, squatting and letting it all go. The jet between her legs is incredibly powerful, hissing loudly through her underwear and almost spraying her right shoe. She continues to go for more than a minute, her expressions reflecting her immense relief as the pressure on her bladder eases.