MR MICHAEL 2
I had accidentally moved from the side of the window, and was now standing directly in front of the window, trying to get a peak of the video on his laptop.
I stood frozen as our eyes locked on each other. He looked shocked at first, then apologetic, and then almost immediately, he had a cunning, mischievous smirk.
He quickly dashed out of the restroom, his pants and boxers still wrapped around his ankle as he walked back into the office.
I quickly adjusted my skirt, swallowing hard. He was standing before me now, his c**k bare and hard, staring back at me.
“I… well, I just…. I came in to turn in my assignment sir,” I struggled to mutter, his demeaning gaze, making me stutter.
“Ohh, really” he smirked, his eyes squinting a bit as he stared me down, tracing every curv
