BLACKMAILED TEACHER

CHAPTER ELEVEN

After a week had passed, Lucy was shocked to discover that she was unable to even confront Becky or Jeff. She was too scared and embarrassed from the roof at night. She was frightened they could fault her for reasons unknown. "She's the one who got us into all this," they might logically point to her.

All things considered, she was the first Donald had gotten. With all of her unrestrained f*****g, she might have suggested the idea to that slimy fool. She had no idea what to think because she was so lost.

All she truly knew was the means by which nausea she felt a short time later. Despite her mental disgust, the f*****g made her feel good. She was self-hating. She detested Becky for doing as she had been told and licking her genitals. She even detested Jeff for supporting Donald's scheme to extort money.

But none of them really had a choice.

That was the irritation. Worse still, Donald would eventually return and demand yet another s*x show for the sake of amusement. Some way or another, it was more embarrassing being shown off for his

entertainment than it was really permitting the understudy to screw her.

That Lucy did not comprehend, but she felt that way.

In the corridor after her subsequent period class, she saw Jeff deliberately stepping toward her. She went to escape, yet he was excessively speedy. He got close to her.

He told her, "Hey, don't run," in a low voice so they couldn't hear him. I share your feelings. Really. Because I treated you that way, I felt like homemade s**t the entire week."

After that, she realized how self-centered she had been. Of course, a person as pleasant as Jeff will undoubtedly have sentiments about what they'd done on the rooftop; he could not have possibly loved it any better than she.

Jeff, I'm sorry, oh! I couldn't believe how stupid I was!

"That is OK," he dismissed it, "since it's taken me some time to acknowledge you and Becky were feeling the same way I was. Yet, look, I'm happy we have our heads together. If we do things right, we can have fun with things.

You comprehend what I'm trying to say?"

She gestured. But it wouldn't be enjoyable. Not for however long he was around to drive them to do his offering. Jeff's lips were creased at the corners with a wry smile. Agonizing over.

He will not do something cursed. I've made the decision to take direct action of my own, but I need some bread."

"Money? Certainly, Jeff. What is it?"

Good luck to Donald if all it took to get him out of the theft case was a little money.

"All you have. I require a lot."

She moaned. Donald wasn't cheap, she hadn't thought. I just deposited my money. A month's compensation. Nearly one thousand." She reluctantly extracted it from her purse. To lose a month's compensation was hard, however it was cash well spent if he could essentially disappear from the substance of the earth.

Jeff said, "Good," as he took the money. I have Becky's now. And that makes four with my own two grand."

"Thousands of dollars!" she cried. " Never do that! Jeff, don't fall for that bloodsucker!

His grin augmented. " Don't stress. Donald is not receiving the funds. He is receiving the boot."

Lucy watched Jeff stroll off, more trust in his step than she'd found in quite a while. She was curious about his plans for Donald.

Later that afternoon, she found out.

In an effort to control the students, the police filled the halls. Donald was being taken away by the police as Lucy pressed closer to the crowd's edge, his hands in handcuffs fastened behind his back like a common criminal.

She requested one from the understudies at the front, "What's happening? What's Donald doing now?"

"Goodness, Miss Wilmer, you'd never have figured it out, okay? He was managing poop." After a brief frown at the word, he rushed out, "You know.

Heroin. He had nearly a portion of a pound in his storage."

She was hit with a wave of coldness, Lucy felt Jeff's actions were then clear to her. Donald had been set up in a way that made it impossible for him to admit guilt. The judge would never believe a lie with that much smack in his possession. There was too much at stake.

She was completely aware of what Jeff had done. He'd ensured him for a long, long time. A mild judge might have given a minor bag of heroin a suspended sentence. But a pound and half? Regardless of whether or not this was the dealer's first offense, no judge would dare free him. The tranquil words in her ear, "That was the best cash I've at any point spent," told her Jeff was right behind her. She turned and gave him a look. Quickly, he stated, "That was the only way. Trust me. I thought for a while about how hard it would be for a strong week. It worked. None of us will be bothered by him again.

"Also, they'd never trust him assuming he educated them concerning us," considered Lucy.

It was cruel, just like what Don had been doing to them. He had received only what he deserved.

"Meet me on the roof after school for a little celebration," Jeff said as he firmly pressed his hand against her thigh.

She raced to the roof right after school. The location of the meeting was already occupied. Becky was energetically sucking on Jeff's chicken when Lucy burst out onto the rooftop.

"So! Huh? Started without me! I'll demonstrate!"

She quickly took off her underwear and put them away. She gently moved Becky away from the man's prick as she shoved Jeff flat on his back. A Young woman can inspire him to eat out your p***y. My c**k is on his! I procured it, all things considered I've experienced!"

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Becky grinned. Okay, lover boy, get those chops licked! And kiss my groin!"

She stripped in a hurry and hunched over the man's mouth. As of now, his tongue was hustling around his lips fully expecting what was to come.

However, Lucy was more interested in the man's c**k, which was covered in saliva. In the afternoon sun, it shone a dull red. She caressed it like a valuable religious object. The thick purpled head was pounding with desire. She rubbed the sides of his prick until she could feel the whole organ bucking and bouncing. He was prepared. She was also. For anything!

She held the prick close to her gaping cunt lips as she sat on his waist. She didn't just drop down on his long chicken. She needed to relish this experience. It was, after all, a celebration f**k. They all deserve it for disposing of him and his extorting ways.

Her body was lowered to the point where she could feel his cocky nose against her p***y lips. Her f**k fluids began to pour out of the hole as a tiny thrill rushed into her cunt. She would soon have every round, long, and hard c**k she could stand!

She brought down her hips one more part of an inch. She moaned at the vibe of his virile prick so close to her t**t. Her luscious lips parted as the blunt head of his knobby glands did. Her juices came out and ran down the sides of his prick like thick rivers.

And afterward she was unable to stand it any longer. She let gravity take care of everything. His c**k rushed into her cunt, filling her to the brim, and she let out a loud and prolonged gasp as she relaxed.