... somewhere abroad… She wasn’t sure the police would really take that conversation that seriously and even if they did, could they really act on...it, it would really depend on what was being used as the cause of blackmail.If this was something that really was going to work, the blackmailer would need to know what meant the most to the victim, what would be the worst thing in the world to come out, that would need to be the leverage. Samantha considered this, she realised that it was her job. Laney longed to see the tears running down Trixie's face. She would, of course, get the whole thing on video and take pictures. Then she could use those photos as blackmail to make sure the airhead bitch didn't tell anyone. Laney couldn't believe it had taken her until she was almost out of high school to realize this feeling of power. But now she couldn't stop wanting to feel it again. Luckily, she wouldn't have to wait long. She texted Derek and told him that Trixie had just gotten home.. Making sure to pay particular attention to the places that made her groan the loudest. Eventually she pushed me away and looked deeply into my eyes, burning her words into my soul between gasps. “Fuck… me… now…” “Anything for you my princess.” Again without another word I proceeded to slowly slide into her recently polished sex and began to slowly tread in and out taking careful pleasure in each of her quiet moans. “How is this my dear,” I asked as I slowly kissed the bumps of her collarbone.. The feel of just the tip of her tongue sliding on my eager cunt lips is wonderful and I am very wet as I watch in the mirror.Then when she starts licking with her full tongue using her three studs on my cunt lips in a vertical motion I tense, shudder and orgasm almost immediately.“Glad you liked that Sarah,” Janet smiles as she place her hands under my arse cheeks and increases the tempo of her licking.“You really are multi-orgasmic, that must be at least six,” Janet whispers with my clitorous.