I locked the cubicle door and unzipped my dress i hitched it up and lifted it over my head and ok it off.
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I wiped my backside about 6 times and tried flushing the toilet.
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An old lady behind me said i guess she hadda go bad there i just nodded.
I thanked her and made my way there down the hall to the right was a opening with a toilet no door but who else.
Tried the door but it was lock.
I flagged down an staff member and basically begged her to let me use the bathroom but she said she couldn t do it.
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I held my nose whilst locking the door.
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I said i am now but your parents toilet isn t.
Finally i was finished.
A minute later i heard the toilet flush then the hand drier.
Yet my mum on the other hand hates locking the toilet door even when people are around eek.
As i approached the toilet i noticed that not all had been flushed away.
As she opened the door the smell was horrific.
I got off the toilet and opened the door.
I don t know why but i have some kind of fear of going to the toilet with the door open even if there s no one in the house and i know nobody will be home for ages i still feel the need to lock the door.
I sat on the toilet just wearing my stockings and stilettos my bottom just exploded in a frenzy of wet bubbly farts and splatterings of poop which completly coated the toilet bowl.
I was beyond embarrassed i texted john and told him to get his ass up here.
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