Yes thank god

A second ding sent shivers down her spine (Sarah figured she'd have problems using elevators for a while) After steping out and glancing at the map Sarah began a slow shuffle towards the closest ladies room, despite being right around the corner the short trip felt like a marathon. Her panties constantly teasing her aching sex. In the end though Sarah crossed the finish line like a champ, a very winded red in the face champ. A short glance down after shambling into a stall revealed a prominet wet spot about the size of a ping pong ball right below her crotch. "F f fantastic" Sarah undid her button and slid her pants down to her knees shooting a nasty glare at her traitorous underwear. The white cotton was almost completley pushed up between her lips and entirely soaked through. Bracing herself against the stall door and covering her mouth she slowly pulled the wet cloth out of herself moaning through clenched teeth.