Are two dicks up better than thumbs up?

Headmistress Rachel Lindsay, the one who is supposed to encourage students to succeed in life, put your homemade porn movie into the little cassette recorder. Turning on the TV, she encouraged you to watch it with her, and you more than obliged. As the movie began, she slowly tilted her head a little to one side as she tried to see what the big deal was, but when she saw Officer Katie arresting the hooker, she subconsciously licked her lips as her eyelids lowered some. Her breathing got a bit heavier as her hands were now moving on their own, roaming softly all over her body. You watched, as did Jeannie, with a smile and rubbed her shoulders. Mrs. Lindsay just couldn't help being increasingly hornier as the movie played, laying her hands on yours. "Mr. Dreamer..." she pants. "You really know how to direct women..."

"Thank you," you beamed. She smirks as she takes your hands and slides them to her big breasts, and as you grope and caress them, she was feeling... drawn to you. More and more with every moment/second. "I can see them enjoying themselves..." She breathed a horny sigh as you lift up her shirt, groping her breasts and bra harder. "Wait..." she protested weakly, trying and failing to stay composed. "What of someone hears us...?"

"Just relax..." you hum softly, undoing her bra to let her big breasts breathe free. 'Jeannie, give me some privacy.'

'Yes, master,' she complied. Then she smirks while wishing, "I wish whatever sex noises any female hears won't bother them, but will turn them on as they continue past and imagine my Master doing all of that to them..."