Skip said, "Mistress Amanda, I am your slave, your possession, and your cum-slut and fuck toy. I am here to serve you; your pleasure is my goal. Pleas... Mistress; it is my desire to feel that fake cock rammed deep and hard into my male cunt, show me no mercy!"Amanda raised the cock up against his lips and said, "Suck my cock well, because I am going to fuck you with it and you are going to love it. Now get on all fours bitch!" She then moved to his ass, lubed up her fingers and shoved two in his. I pushed the door to open it slightly, but could see nobody inside. Sneaking in, I still couldn't see anyone. I couldn't heard anything else either, so I figured it must've been my imagination. Just as I'm closing the door to go back to my office, I heard another moan, this time much louder and much more excited. I snuck in, careful not to let the door make any noise, and tiptoed inside.There were three stalls. Middle door was closed, but still said 'vacant'. I tiptoed into the open stall to. The heat... now my mind was cooking.I looked at him, his arms spread out on the couch wide as he panted, I could only imagine that tongue running over me.. "Jeremy?" I asked, his head shot back up looking over to me "Yes Ms.Rose?" I felt like my stomach would turn over, but I needed this."We're both adults right?" He pondered the question "I suppose, why do you ask?" Part of me wanted to hurl, but the other half spoke louder "Well... I know this heat is getting to the both of us, so I was. She’s too subtle for that, but I got a strong sense that she was manipulating me in that direction. There was nothing glaringly obvious, but there were a lot of little things that, added up, got me to thinking that something was in the air. We’d both been tiptoeing around it for days before things began to gel.Here are a couple of examples: One day when I got home from school, she was in the kitchen creating a pot of her awesomely rich and thick beef/vegetable stew. It was warm in the kitchen.