to me.

I gave her panties and asked her to wear them again. Jenny scolded me for what it was worth, because she tried to dress them, constantly bouncing, unable to stand or sit still for a second. For the next five minutes, she walked quickly through the living room, all the time squeezing one hand between her legs. I asked her to come up to me and put her hand between her legs, pressing her crotch. Jenny stiffened, but continued to endure. She spent the next five minutes, crouching slightly on the back of the sofa, squeezing her legs and fidgeting. Now her bladder was really on the verge of an explosion. Soon nothing will be able to hold so much fluid in her bladder. Jenny once again asked me to allow her to pee before she simply could not stand it, but I refused. Jenny pressed two fingers to her urethra, she tried to sit down, then actually squatted on her haunches and said that she felt better, but could not stand it soon. She tried to get up on all fours, which helped her a little, but soon she again terribly wanted to go to the toilet.

I asked her to take off her shorts and tank top again for the last ten minutes. Even I was amazed at the sight of her bladder. She looked like she was pregnant for the fourth month, and still could not remove her hand from the perineum for more than a couple of seconds, continuing to rub herself between her legs and ask me to allow her to pee. Jenny kept screaming to me how much she wanted to go to the toilet and how much her bladder hurts. She rubbed herself harder and harder until she started walking quickly around the room, still pressing her fingers to the aching urethra. Suddenly her bladder started to hurt even more, and Jenny froze for a few seconds to regain control. The sickness subsided, but soon became even stronger. Jenny's bladder was starting to fail. Before she could go to the toilet, there were still eight minutes left. My girl walked around the room, tightly holding both hands between her legs. Until the end of her torment there were only 6 minutes left, so I allowed her to go up to the second floor. Where was the bathroom. Every half minute Jenny asked me how much she had to endure.

Every time I answered, she tensed all her muscles and flexed almost twice. Her bladder was so close to the limit of strength that it simply could not stand even a little more urine, it would just burst! Jenny could not take her eyes off the toilet door, she terribly wanted to be on the other side of the door right now. Every muscle in her body was strained to the limit, and her bladder literally screamed for help. When only four minutes remained, Jenny began to walk quickly around the room, sometimes squatting or jumping up and down. She removed her hands from the crotch and squeezed their ass with them. She was losing, she just couldn't stand it any longer. Jenny's movements suddenly slowed down. I realized that she was approaching the point where she simply could not endure any longer, unless she closed the urethra with a plug. I quickly brought a plastic container out of the bathroom, and Jenny was already standing, bent over almost in half, crossing her legs tightly and tightly. She squatted on her haunches, but saw by the clock that she had only two minutes to endure, and tried to endure those 120 seconds.

But soon Jenny held her breath, clutched at her stomach, and her bladder forced her to release a tiny trickle of urine. Since Jenny could not stand a few drops, I put a container in front of her, and my girl managed to move in front and sit over it just in time. Her time was over, and Jenny spread her legs wide and released an incredible stream of urine. After the first flow, she took a deep breath and released an even, normal jet lasting about two minutes, after which she declared. That her bladder was empty. After that, we measured the volume - and we were not disappointed: 1600 ml! This was Jenny's new record. Her bladder was very sore and I asked.Is she satisfied with such a large volume, to which Jenny replied: “Yes, this is really good, but I dream to stretch my bladder to two liters and, I hope, you will help me to achieve this goal!”