Faster she felt him move, his arms beneath hers, his hands clutching her shoulders and pulling back in time to his hard thrusting action. “Ooh, Yea...!Aah!” they moaned and groaned as one, as she felt him, moving faster and faster. His cock seemed to swell more, becoming thicker and longer. “He must be close,” was all she could think. “Aahh!” She moaned as it buried deep inside before sliding out. In and out, his hands on her shoulders she felt his long nails dig into her flesh. He racked. He locked the door and went through a doorway into a larger office. There were two arm chairs and a small table by the window, his desk faced the window and the chairs. The view was spectacular. "Where are the d****s?" I wondered."We don't have any," he answered. "Our lease specifically prohibits d****s and blinds, but we don't need them anyway. The windows are mirrored on the outside. The whole building is a giant mirror. No one can see in but we can see out. Besides we are on the eighth floor. Never mind that the scholarship was to Cal Tech, nor that it would be in the "safe and conservative" community of Pasadena, California. It was far away from the comforts of the family estate on the banks of Chocowinity Bay. Away from Grandfather McKesson's manipulations and interference. Away from the pain of Grandma McKesson's passing, and as I heard from mom later, away from the attentions and expectations of Evangeline Shorritch and her kin, whose almost-as-wealthy family had agreed during. This is on of the main reasons I decided on this location to stop, get dressed up and possibly have a bit of fun.I waited for a few minutes and sure enough I heard a guy enter the rest rooms, he checked which cubicles were occupied and chose to go into the larger one which I had used to get changed in. One thing I forgot to mention is that the walls of the cubicles all have very large holes in them about waist height.The guy who entered the cubicle next door locked his door and sat down. I had.