Roots me in place.

I want to run, but my legs feel heavy. Too heavy to move. And the stall door swings slowly open. I look down, seeing the just the hint of two shapes.

After a quick breath, I glance up, and there a man sits on the toilet, a woman kneeling in front of him. Her hair is tied in a ponytail, which he's wrapped around his fist. He holds her head tight to his crotch and smiles at me.

"I could use someone licking my asshole," he says with a smirk.

"Is that so?" I ask.

The girl gags a little on his cock: "UunGGGLuUCHHUuhHGGKkkk" There's a faint splatter inside the bowel as spit dribbles and falls from her chin.