Jan. Week 3: Game of Thrones-Mr. Baker gets a half way decent money shot. (Suspicion: +5)

Leah kept sucking. Mr. Baker looked down at her in desperation for a good camera shot--and a good cum shot.

“Open up your mouth, right on your tongue now—jerk harder arhghg ARHGH thats ITTTTTAghghg!” he let out as moan as he also let out his warm ivory load onto Leah’s waiting tongue. The first two ropes flew into Leah’s mouth deep and an errant one landed on her chin and spilled onto her dress and one knee.

She looked up at the camera as Mr. Baker finished cumming and swallowed the mess that was in her mouth. She was glad she had been able to swallow most of it. Less of a mess at least.

"Damn. You really are the breaker of chains. That was incredible." Mr. Baker staggered back, beaming.

"Glad you got your content," she muttered, rising to her feet and beginning to take the costume off.

When everything was stowed and the last evidence of their little shoot erased, Leah grabbed her bag and made for the exit. The halls were silent. She glanced at the old analog clock on the wall and cursed—it was later than she’d hoped, and Jonathan would absolutely notice if she rolled in after dark. Leah’s panic simmered as she crossed the parking lot. She imagined Jonathan at home, already suspicious of her unexplained overtime. At least Mr. Baker hadn't made too much of a mess. That was a blessing.

By the time she reached her driveway, Leah was halfway convinced she could bluff her way through anything—so long as she didn’t look Jonathan directly in the eyes. She took a deep breath, braced herself, and went inside.