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Half His Age - Part 2
Later that night Heather texts Lola to meet up. The second the girls are alone, Heather plays the blackmail card. She’s got the video. One wrong move and she’ll blast the whole thing—student, teacher, everything. Lola loses it. Next thing she knows, she’s swinging and Heather’s out cold on the floor. She’s hyperventilating when she calls Mr. Davies. He’s balls-deep in his wife when his phone starts buzzing. His teen side-piece is screaming on the other end. He keeps his voice even so his wife doesn’t catch on, tells Lola to shove Heather in the car and drive to the family cottage, then hangs up. Quick lie to his wife and he’s out the door. He gets there, finds Lola a shaking mess, drags the unconscious Heather inside. He’s trying to stay cool—big trouble at the board level—but Lola’s crying too loud for plans, so he puts her to bed too. Left alone, he’s pacing, thinking, when Heather wakes up. She takes one look around, figures out the score, and plays the helpless card. Pouts. Begs. Offers him the same tight pussy his student keeps giving him. Doesn’t take much. A minute later he’s got Heather bent over, giving her the same treatment he gave Lola, both of them groaning while his wife waits at home none the wiser.
Later that night Heather texts Lola to meet up. The second the girls are alone, Heather plays the blackmail card. She’s got the video. One wrong move and she’ll blast the whole thing—student, teacher, everything. Lola loses it. Next thing she knows, she’s swinging and Heather’s out cold on the floor. She’s hyperventilating when she calls Mr. Davies. He’s balls-deep in his wife when his phone starts buzzing. His teen side-piece is screaming on the other end. He keeps his voice even so his wife doesn’t catch on, tells Lola to shove Heather in the car and drive to the family cottage, then hangs up. Quick lie to his wife and he’s out the door. He gets there, finds Lola a shaking mess, drags the unconscious Heather inside. He’s trying to stay cool—big trouble at the board level—but Lola’s crying too loud for plans, so he puts her to bed too. Left alone, he’s pacing, thinking, when Heather wakes up. She takes one look around, figures out the score, and plays the helpless card. Pouts. Begs. Offers him the same tight pussy his student keeps giving him. Doesn’t take much. A minute later he’s got Heather bent over, giving her the same treatment he gave Lola, both of them groaning while his wife waits at home none the wiser.