Jan. Week 4: Tuesday planning period- Leah swallows Mr. Bill's cum without gusto. (Suspicion: +5)

Leah hesitated only a fraction of a second. She wanted this to be over. There was a grim logic in taking it all the way: if she sold the performance, maybe he’d be satisfied, maybe he’d stop wanting more.

She met his gaze without widening her eyes, her expression flat as she took him into her mouth. The head of his cock bumped against the back of her throat, and she felt the familiar, sickening clench of her body’s reflex.

“Yeah, that’s it, Miss Leah, take it all, you nasty little thang,” he groaned, his accent thickening. “Go on, show me what white gal can do.”

She didn’t have to wait long. The first burst made her flinch, but she held still, swallowing the warm, salty release without enthusiasm. She kept moving her hand and mouth in a steady, perfunctory rhythm until he finished, until the twitching stopped and he slumped back in his chair.

“Damn, girl. You got a throat made to order.” There was something almost reverent in his tone.

Leah stayed on her knees for a moment before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She forced a tight smile. “Glad I could help.”

“You keep usin yo’ mouth like that, sugar, and I’ll sho’ lord keep mines shut.”

Leah waited for the thank-you to fade from her ears before gathering her purse, smoothing her skirt, and heading for the door. She didn’t look back, but she could feel his eyes on her ass all the way down the hall. People might talk if anyone saw her leave the janitor closet. Hopefully not too many people saw her as she headed back to her classroom...