John and the woman were in the midst of giving their presentation when a strange sensation did befall them. They looked down to see their seams did come undone, and they struggled to keep their garments up.

"What the devil doth this mean?" John whispered, trying to keep his breeches up. "My pants are falling down!"

"Oh sweet heaven, mine too!" the woman replied, trying to keep her skirts from the ground. "What the bloody hell is happening?"

As they did try to cover themselves up, they saw their colleagues were a-panicked as well. Their garments were also a-coming undone, and their privates were a-becoming exposed.

"Oh sweet heaven, my pants are falling down!" one man exclaimed, trying to keep his breeches up. "What the devil doth this mean?"

"My blouse is a-coming off!" a woman cried out, her breasts now fully exposed. "This cannot be happening!"

John and the woman did watch in shock as their colleagues did give into their desires. Some of them did moan and groan as they did come, whilst others did frantically try to cover themselves up.

But it was too late. The conference room was now a mess of exposed bodies and sticky fluids, and there was naught anyone could do to stop it. John and the woman had given into their desires, and now everyone else was following suit.

In the end, it mattered not. They were all together in the sticky mess, and they could not wait to do it all over again. The end.