Mrs. Smith finished grading another paper. As she reached for another paper, Rebecca glanced down surprised that Mr. Cherry was still kneeling under h...r desk. "Oh, my God!" She hissed in shock as she saw his large black hand holding his crotch as he peered intently between her spread legs. "Mr... Mr. Cherry, what... what are you doing?" She almost screams in horror as her eyes met his, his hard eyes and knowing smile seeming to fluster her for some reason."I'm just looking at your pink cotton. Aaaaahhhh" when I found her g-spot and started rubbing against it hard while still lapping at her clit. She was now literally dripping wet from my fingers fucking her tight cunt and my mouth expertly working on her. She felt close to orgasm but fought it as hard as she could, humiliated at the betrayal of her body, still trying to struggle away from me.She felt my fingers slip out of her pussy and my thumb took their place pushing against the sensitive spot inside her. She tried desperately to. After three hours she was pacing like a caged a****l. Her bladder was so full she'd swear her k**neys hurt from it. She tried thinking about anything else but her mind kept returning to piss. Every few minutes her body messaged her to walk out of the elevator and leisurely stroll to a restroom, casually picking the best stall. Like on a normal day. But she was trapped when the power went out.She was taller than most men, slim yet curvy, and always impeccably dressed as a stereotypical corporate. My mustache was loose on one side, as was a piece of my hair on the left temple. I must have scratched at it in the night. My five o’clock shadow looked like a smear of mud on my face after my cry. I tidied up as much as I could and headed for Stevie’s place. She promised to help me perfect the disguise this morning. And believe me, it needed perfecting.Stevie looked at my hair and makeup job critically. She made a few adjustments and then had me sit in the chair of her salon for several hours.