She goes to the talk

—Okay.

Becky let herself be carried away by her companion to the auditorium, while squeezing her buttocks as much as possible.

When they arrived at the auditorium, the talk was about to begin. Becky sat in one of the back seats and prayed that her poop wouldn't come out during the whole talk.

After a few minutes, Becky began to regret not going to the bathroom.

Her resistance was no match for her poop. And another piece of shit came out and got into her panties. Becky squeezed her thighs together and brought one of her hands to her butt to hold on as long as possible.

But she knew that this only delayed the inevitable. The talk was far from over, and Becky could feel that she was almost at her limit.

She looked at the door, and nobody was here. Maybe she could sneak again and go to the bathroom.