5. No toilet paper, no stall door, unidentifiable sticky object near base of toilet.Clearly, it had to be stall #2. I trudged back, entered, dropped t...ou and sat down. I'm normally a fairly shameful shitter. I wasn't happy about being next to the occupied stall, but big things were afoot.I was just getting ready to bear down when all of a sudden the sweet sounds of Beethoven came from next-door, followed by a fumbling, and then the sound of a voice answering the ringing phone. As usual for cell. She looked up at Sarah's equally panicked face, still panting, trying to catchher breath after such an intense release. Sarah had recognized the voice instantly,but she had not yet been able to spit the humming dildo from her mouth. Allshe could do was lean her head farther back and see the upside-down and unbelievablyupset and shocked figure of her boss and he in turn was granted a view of herthat put high school nightmares of hallway nudity to shame. She was glowing,nearly naked and bound. Instead, I found the light still on and Emma sitting naked on a footstool, painting her toenails, one leg propped up against the lavatory and everything about her fully exposed to me."Kyle, I'm in here!"That was quite obvious, and I was pretty surprised to discover that as well. I stood there, sort of frozen in my tracks, knowing that I should back out but preferring to stay to admire her nakedness. Instantly I became as hard as a rock and my shorts tented."Ummm, I thought you had gone to bed.. It was then that he came forward rubbing his cock and saying there Mrs Carter wank my Paki cock in your white hands, and with trembling hands I reached out and clasped his cock, god it was huge and like I said before the head looked angry" what's your first name Mrs Carter" Jenny I said " that's it Jenny wank my Paki cock the one you've been looking at in my trousers" I wasn't looking" yes you were I saw you ahh yes that's it" do you like my Paki cock in your hands I couldn't believe I was.