You should not have borrowed my lipstick

Suddenly Thomas heard someone enter the men’s room. Thomas assumed he was still safe, since he was seated on the commode. However, whoever it was headed right for his stall and quickly opened the stall door. Damn, Thomas hadn’t locked it. And there he was, looking up at the face of a very amused Daphne.
“So it WAS you!,” Daphne said. “I came back to get my copy of Cosmo. I noticed it was gone, and then I noticed my hand lotion was missing and so was my makeup case. I glanced around and saw your computer was on. So I looked for you in here.”

Daphne was still in her work clothes. A tight clinging knit dress and heels. Daphne has medium length curly black hair, brown eyes and long dark lashes that don’t need mascara or eyeliner, a nice face, sensuous lips, and a great body. She is short, about 5’2″, but she has a cocky attitude that makes her seem much taller. She put her hands on her sexy hips, and they both knew that she had caught him red-handed – and red- faced!

“You certainly look cute with your cock big and shiny like that. And those lips are SO precious. But they got that way from MY lipstick! You’ve got a hell of a nerve taking it, you sissy!,” she screamed at poor Thomas.
And with that Daphne slapped him hard across the face. She liked the feel of that, so she did it again. Then a third time. She pulled his pants and underpants, which were down around his ankles anyway, off him. She grabbed him by the penis to pull him out of the stall, but she had forgotten Thomas was all lotioned up. She disgustedly wiped her hand off on his face. Then she grabbed him by the balls, which Thomas had not used lotion on, and pulled him out. That hurt like hell! Then she took his pants and underpants and with a very satisfied look on her face, she threw them in the toilet. Thomas watched with horror as they got soaked.