Let's focus on Jenny for a bit ...

Jenny McArdle sat at the table, hands shaking uncontrollably as she tried to reread the paper she was holding, for the umpteenth time. Tears were threatening to spill from her eyes, questioning why the blackmailer was fucking with her emotions.

She had been on nerve's end following the orders of the blackmailer before, not wanting the pictures to reach hands that were destined to destroy her. She knew the lust-filled infatuation with Mr. Goodwin was wrong in every sense imaginable. He was a married man, and his wife, Sarah, was such a sweet person, never having done Jenny any wrong. Yet she couldn't deny the way he made her feel, just by looking at her. He was older, experienced, and oh so worldly, knowing just how to treat a woman; nothing like her boyfriend, or any of the others she had dated. Every time she was near him, she simply lost all control, unable to say no or to stop any of his advances. She had to admit to herself, that she eagerly accepted them and most likely made her own advances towards him, letting him know that he was not alone in their feelings for each other.

It was still wrong though! He was one of her dad's friends. Her dad would not understand, and definitely would not approve. Her mother would disown her and most likely kick her out on the street. Names like “home wrecker,” “whore,” and “slut,” were echoing through her brain.

She had followed the directions, lied to her parents about where she was going, and headed to the hotel, hoping for answers, praying to put an end to her torment. Finding Brad, standing over her was like a sign from heaven above. All the emotions came flooding to the forefront, his voice, his eyes, his smell, put her at immediate ease and filled her with nothing but desire for the man. He was her savior from this ordeal, her knight in shining armor.

It was only natural for her to reward his heroism with her body, giving it all to him. He made her feel complete; like a real woman. His glorious cock sliding in and out of her mouth, deep in her pussy, and finally in her once virgin ass. He had claimed her and she was his.

Yet, in the end, she knew she had to let him go. She had to release her grip and let the only person who truly rocked her world, go back to the reality of his life … not hers. For that brief period of time that he was with her, life was perfect.

Now Jenny was in hell once more. Another letter from her blackmailer. This one congratulating her in giving him more **** material. There were photos of the two of them at the restaurant in the hotel. Pictures of them holding hands and kissing, just outside her door at the hotel. Thank god there were no pictures from inside the room. These pictures were incriminating enough. She should have known there were security cameras all over the place! Then there was the picture of Mr. Goodwin leaving the room, his clothes in obvious, knowing disarray.

But it wasn't the pictures that disturbed Jenny the most. What set Jenny into a mindless tailspin, were the detailed instructions of her next endeavor, in order to keep the secret from Mrs. Goodwin and her family, not to mention the other people in her life. Jenny knew she had ****, but to do as ordered. The only hope she held onto was that perhaps her shining knight would once again, come to her rescue, where she would reward him royally so.