One day, returning from shopping, I felt a strong urge to urinate and rushed to my home toilet. I brushed past the neighborhood association president, who was waiting for me with a trash bag, and finally reached the entrance. But I struggled to take off my shoes, and what I had been holding back overflowed. The neighborhood association president witnessed this, and I was overcome with intense shame. Since then, the neighborhood association president has been playing with my body, getting excited whenever he sees me lose control of my bladder. It's as if he's truly enjoying it...
Madonna
