Eventually I gave in, I needed to get off and I planned on doing it in the most dramatic and dirty way possible to make up for weeks without. She walked up directly to my cubicle and knocked on the door, my face mere inches from her hand. Everything was black and I heard him calling the cops. Soon enough my hand started wandering back to my aching snatch. I still stole things it was very much a part of who I was at that point, not that I needed the clothes. Barely hesitating a second they instructed me to lie face down with my hands on my head. There was only one changing cubicle and I stepped in quickly making sure none of the sales girls saw what i was wearing before I went in. The woman was still waiting outside the door as my stream of pee ended. The woman was still waiting outside the door as my stream of pee ended. Soon I had to move my hand out of the way and spread my pussy lips to allow the torrent of dark golden urine to shoot over my head and onto the other side wall of the cubical in a somewhat loud splatter.
