How did this happen?
My face between her legs, my tongue lapping at her sex, probing, flicking over her clit.
Blackmail, that’s how.
She found me slumped asleep, naked at my computer, dried spunk on my cock and hand. Carpet sticky beneath me.
She took photos on her phone before shaking me awake and demanding I pleasure her or the world would see me for what I was, a wanker.
I can’t deny it, she’s right, I AM a wanker.
Still, here I am, caught, forced to lick out my landlady.
Dirty job, but someone has to do it.
