I could see my black neighbor still moving around in the room across from me, and I turned on my desk light to illuminate my sillhouette in the window... Standing on my bed I started my dancing, the buzz from the pot loosening my inhibitions again and I shook and shimmied my p*****n booty in time with the disco beat. I looked back out and I could see Larry watching me from his desk. I leaned my nead out of the window and blew him a kiss. Larry blew one back to me, and I turned around on my hands. “Top cupboard above the kettle” said a very familiar voice. “Thank y…” Joanie froze. She turned slowly and the colour drained from her flushed face. “Alice!” she finally whispered. Alice stood before her radiating power but with a slight smile on her face. The smile that might be seen on the face of an alligator about to devour its prey. “Call my husband in,” said Alice. And when Joanie’s mouth opened but no sound came out she raised an eyebrow in further command. You didn’t argue with Alice.. Maurice asked me to turn around so they could get a better look at "dat ass". Damn, that a fat nice ass, Daquan said. Dat white ass looking good as hell, Marcus says. Yea , dat bitch know how to fuck too! , Jamal butts in. Im gonna have to get first on that ho Marcus says as he reaches to grip my ass cheek then slaps me hard. Their hormones were raging , aggressively grabbing and fawning over my fat ass. Jamal interrupts and says calm down boys we got to get some drinks the game is about to. I unzipped my suit paints and took my cock out, struggling as I was rock hard (lonely times as I've been busy at work and other commitments made my sex life hard, no pun intended.. as well as non existent) I managed to pee without making a complete mess and started to shake, the shaking became stroking, the stroking became full blown mastrubation, I heard footsteps behind me as the cubicle door opened after a flush, someone had left. Was I now alone? Getting caught up in the moment and.