I’m back in the office. I’m wearing a black top, a smart grey jacket, a black and white skirt, and my shapely legs are bare. It’s a big day for me because I have been asked to give a presentation to the members of the board. After the introduction, I get straight down to business and ask the members if they have any questions to put to me. I’m asked if I have encountered any problems whilst managing my current team. I describe how I have been streamlining and optimising my group, but it soon becomes very clear that this is not what they meant. I am horrified to learn that the board want to know all about my now infamous wetting accidents! I can’t believe the boss has humiliated me like this by outing my secret. I’m so embarrassed and I just don’t know where to look. All of a sudden my humiliation deepens when I am ordered to release my bladder right here in the office, in front of everyone. I simply cannot believe what I am being instructed to do, but I don’t have any choice, as my job might be on the line. I am resigned to doing my duty, despite how mortified I am. I squirm uncomfortably for a moment or two, trying to work up the courage, holding on for as long as I can. In the end the pressure becomes too much, and I spread my legs and give in to my fate. A warm stream bursts out through my blue panties and soaks the office seat which I’m sitting on. My panties are drenched within seconds, and I can feel my face turning bright red as the board members watch every drop spill out of me. My skirt is wet through as well, and when the release finally stops flowing, I stand up and remove my jacket, trying desperately to regain my composure. That was an office presentation I’m never going to be able to forget.