Can’t believe I wasn’t caught

Can’t believe I was never caught or anything during my college years Pumping; specifically when I’d go to the study hall and walk around with either a big bulge of a pump or more often with the pump hanging out of my pants or my gym shorts that I cut a huge hole in the crotch. Not only would I wander the several floors but I stroll through and sit in the all glass lobby; sure it was late and I never saw too many people walking outside but I’m sure they probably saw me.
At least when I went to pump mid day in the study hall I kept my bulge and pump covered as I’d go back and forth to the restrooms to get in/out of the pump in between class periods. Of course that still didn’t stop friends from popping in one time and scaring the shit out of me in my study room, luckily the pump was covered and under the table as this girl and guy made small talk after busting in on me; thankfully they didn’t want use the study room with me which has occurred before when I was actually studying. Wouldn’t have minded her joining with her great curves and always flirty behavior, that is until I swelled out of the jar
The loss of pressure and/or falling off pump problems were solved over time as I choose better jars and grew, getting more stuck every time. Of course that’s never fun when your drive over to the department store while pumping and take 30 minutes to get out of the pump in the parking lot.