No

You're not going to mess around, you're already conflicted about these new sexual desires, no need to add ass play into the mix as well. You focus again on the thought of Miss Locke stand over you. You try to imagine her calling you pathetic, but it's hard to get her voice right in your mind while wanking so vigorously. No matter, your about to cum. You imagine her moving her heel down and stepping on your cock and balls, grinding down and... that's it... you cum. She forces it from you with just the heel of her boot. The pain, the shame, it feels so good as you blow your load all over yourself and loudly moan "I love your mistress!".

You breathe out, back to reality. You actually said it, which was a bit embarrassing, but you felt great. You dick still occasionally convulsing, spewing out more cum to the floor. You compose yourself then raise your head... and spot something. There's a phone peaking over the stall door. Someone is filming you! You hurriedly try to cover your cum coated cock, but there's no hiding the puddle on the tiled floor. "Fuck off" you shout as you rush to clean your mess and pull your pants back up. While you do that, the camera pulls away. Once you're fully dressed you swing the door open.