Some time as Miss Locke's seat

Once she's settled comfortably onto your face, you feel her shift about as if she's grabbing something from nearby. You realize by the sound of a booting up computer - and a slight increase in weight - that she's grabbed a laptop.

You can't breathe with her ass in your face, but when you try to twist your head to the side in hopes of some air, you feel Miss Locke casually shift her weight to keep you pinned in place.

"No fidgeting. The less you misbehave, the sooner you'll get to breathe."

Lungs burning, you do what she says, feeling a strong sense of shame over how hard your penis is throbbing while Miss Locke suffocates you under her ass.

You hear Miss Locke begin typing away at her laptop, presumably doing her work while you do your best to hold still beneath her. You're feeling light-headed, and you can't help but wonder if she's completely forgotten about the fact that she's sitting on your face.