Jones sees Amy get up and head into the restroom she follows shortly behind her. As she enters the restroom she sees which stall her slave has entered...and waits for her. Hopefully no one else enters as she wait. As soon as she sees the door open she barges into the stall pushing her slave back saying,“Hello my little whore.”“Ms…. Jones… I mean Master.” Amy replies startled to see her there.“Get on your knees slave.” Her Master commands of her.“What if someone comes in?”Ms. Jones grabs her slave. Well, not so little, but she's pretty. I have to write something more about me but, tonight, I'm too embarrassed.Dear Diary - I think I know why teacher doesn't have a boyfriend. I'm sure she likes girls. I seen how she's been looking at me. But she don't say nothing and I guess it's coz she's so shy. Maybe I can find a way? It would sure help if I had that kind of company.Journal - Oct. 1 - It's Friday night and I just had a drink (actually, four) with Bonny. So now I'm over my embarrassment. That was the beginning. Some years had passed and Alice had stayed behind as she was married to Corky and pregnant with their second c***d when May and I had moved to the South West where Aunt Hed lived by the sea. May had been sharing a bed with me and taking her pleasure whenever she wanted it ever since then. Corky had had some friends that worked with computers who managed to clear the parental filters that Dad had put on our laptop. By then May and I each had our own laptops for school,. It was a very tight fit and had me shivering in ecstasy. Finally, her lips were circled around the base of my cock and she froze to let me savour the feeling of being completely swallowed.My head was filled with roaring sounds as my blood boiled and my passion soared into the stratosphere. Every nerve I possessed was on fire and tingling with pleasure.Then, with a little grunt, she began to slide me free until my glans popped from the grasping ring of her throat and back onto the wriggling.