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Luke and I decided to visit the market. There was an auction scheduled for that morning, and that was always good entertainment. The goods for sale were slaves. We got there early. The first sales were women with children, and the men would be sold in the afternoon. The trick was to get there in time to see the young women on display, before they went under the hammer, in the last lots before the men. We timed it well, and arrived as the first sales were underway. The young women had been delivered to the market, and were unloaded from their carts and marched into the holding pens, und

I watched the girl in the row in front of me. She was dancing to the music of the band, and I was mesmerised by the way her cute, round, little bum, snug in tight, small, denim shorts was wriggling back and forth. I was sure that she was not just dancing. She was also pee-dancing. She looked like she badly needed a wee. I realised that with a shock of excitement, but I was not really surprised. The band was popular, with a mainly female fan base. She, and many others, had got to her place early and had been waiting for the band to come on for a long time. Those who had left for a comfo

It was at a music festival, late at night. It had started to rain, and so the crowd was crammed into the large marquees in which the bands were playing. When the band finished, there was a rush for the nearest toilets. Many of the men would not bother, but preferred to stand and piss against the nearest fence, rather than queue in the rain for an unpleasant portal. The queues for the toilets grew quickly, and some desperate women too decided to squat in front of the fence and piss into the grass. At times there were more women undressing and peeing than it was possible to see properly.

I saw girls wet their knickers at school a few times, and even before my teens, that fascinated me, and I used to fantasise about seeing all the girls I knew having to pee. I think it was desperation and lack of control, leading to public peeing that did it for me. Then, in my early teens, I discovered that I could see girls peeing at the beach, if I kept my eyes open. What I liked about that was that often I would know that she needed to pee, and, by paying attention, I would watch her as she decided where to go and how she might try to conceal what she was doing. Sometimes they did not t

I was at school when one of my class mates wet herself standing next to me. It was just before classes were due to start after a lunch break. We were all standing in line, arranged by class, waiting to be called back indoors. It was all quiet. I heard a noise behind me, the sudden sound of splashing water, and I turned round to see what it was. Carly was standing behind me. She must have been desperate, and now had lost control and started pissing uncontrollably into her knickers. I just stood and stared at the stream falling from her to splash between her feet, with more little rivers