Joanne's downfall 13: Joanne's new job

Joanne goes out to lunch with her tormentors, but she doesn't imagine that they've decided to give her a new "job".

Joanne was in the kitchen, her trembling hands submerged in soapy water, scrubbing the cups and plates with a restrained fury. The lingering taste of Mark's semen still lingered on her tongue, mixed with the bitter coffee, and the smell of fried bacon on his penis made her swallow hard in disgust. Silent tears streamed down her face as she rinsed the last glass, her naked body. Suddenly, she heard the doorbell, followed by voices in the entrance. Ana answered, and soon came Rachel's familiar, cruel laughter echoing through the house.

'Rachel! Come in! The bitch is washing the dishes but she'll be here to entertain us soon,' said Ana, her voice loud enough to echo, but Joanne pretended not to hear, focusing on the dishes as if they were an anchor. The two settled into the adjacent room, soft sofas creaking under their weight, and began to converse in low tones, out of Joanne's earshot. 'That bitch still has a hell of a lot to resist, Rachel.' Even after being fucked by a bunch of smelly beggars on the street. She cries, begs, but deep down she still thinks she's the untouchable rich girl,' Ana complained, lighting a cigarette and blowing the smoke towards the ceiling.

Rachel laughed, crossing her legs. 'It's because she was tied up when those pigs filled her with their dicks. For her, it doesn't count as being a real slut – there was no way to escape, so she was just 'forced'. To break her completely, we have to make her feel like a cheap roadside prostitute. Force her to seduce and sleep with several disgusting men while she's free, without ties. Make her force herself to open her legs for the scum of society – then, yes, she'll forget she's a demure and pure girl.' Ana nodded, her eyes gleaming with malice. 'Damn, I love it. Let's start right now. Call the whore over here.'

They yelled Joanne's name from the living room, their voices sharp as a whip. "Hey, bitch! Come to the living room! We're going out for lunch and we'll help you get dressed for the party." Joanne dried her hands on a napkin, her heart racing with terror, and dragged her feet to the living room. There were Ana and Rachel, malicious smiles on their faces, Mark sprawled on the sofa beside them, his erection still semi-hard under his pants. "Lunch? I... I'm not hungry," Joanne murmured, but Ana cut her off. "Shut up and obey. We're going to help you get dressed."

In Joanne's room, the air smelled of expensive perfume mixed with the recent sweat of forced sex. Rachel and Ana ransacked her closet like looters, pulling out the shortest and most obscene clothes they could find – lace bras, overly tight gym shorts, transparent tank tops she wore only as underwear. "Look at this, a thong!" “Perfect for showing off that pussy,” Rachel mocked, throwing clothes on the floor. They forced Joanne to try everything on in front of Mark, who sat on the bed with his legs spread, his hand scratching his cock through his pants. “Go on, slut. Parade for us. The outfit that makes Mark’s cock the hardest gets chosen. He’s the judge – and I bet he’ll cum just watching you parade.”

Joanne blushed, her hands trembling, naked under their hungry gazes. She tried on a short skirt that went up to her thighs, but Mark barely moved. “Weak, bitch. Try something that shows more skin.” Then a top that exposed her belly, but his erection was only half-hearted. “Better, but not enough. Keep changing like a strip club model.” The humiliation burned – Joanne felt like an object on display, turning her back, bending over to put on the clothes, her pussy and ass exposed. 'Please... This is ridiculous. I'm not a toy for you to dress up,' she pleaded, her voice choked with emotion, but Rachel laughed. 'Shut up and dress the next one.'

Finally, Joanne put on a tight white tank top, the thin fabric stretching over her ample breasts, her nipples pressing against the cloth like headlights. She paired it with old jeans, bought years ago and now too tight, highlighting the curves of her buttocks and thighs. Mark whistled loudly, his hand gripping his swollen erection in his pants. 'Damn, look at this. My dick's already throbbing here. This tank top shows off your slutty tits, and the pants are clinging to your pussy – you can see your swollen lips.' Ana smiled triumphantly. 'This is the winner. You'll wear this to lunch.' But Rachel shook her head, grabbing a pair of scissors from the dresser. 'It could be better. Hold on.'

She cut the pants with quick strokes, transforming them into tiny, obscene denim shorts – the uneven hem rising to her crotch, her buttocks almost exposed. Then, she tied a knot in the tank top, pulling the fabric up and leaving her navel and stomach bare, her breasts almost spilling out. Now, Joanne looked like a cheap street prostitute: ripped shorts showing half her ass, a cropped tank top squeezing her breasts. Mark couldn't resist any longer, unzipping his pants and pulling out his hard cock, veins throbbing. 'Damn, now that's more like it. Come suck this, cousin. Lick my cock to start.' He masturbated slowly, pre-cum leaking from the head. Rachel laughed, pushing his hand away. 'Put that cock away, Mark. She can suck it in the car on the way to the restaurant. That's the reaction I expect from men when they see Joanne – hard cock and ready to fuck the bitch.'

Joanne looked at herself in the mirror, horrified by the image: a rich woman reduced to a street whore, torn clothes screaming 'fuck me'. 'No... Please, don't make me go out like this! Someone might see me, my neighbors, one of Harold's friends... I beg you!', she whimpered, covering her breasts with her arms. Ana laughed in her face. 'Relax, bitch. Where we're going, none of your rich friends go. At most, you'll run into some of your friends' employees – but I bet you don't even recognize those pigs who clean up your mess. Now get going, or I'll make you go naked.'

They got into the car in the garage. Ana and Rachel in the front, Joanne and Mark in the back. As soon as the engine purred, Mark spread his legs, his cock hard again. 'Come on, whore. Suck while we go. Open that slutty mouth and swallow my cock all the way down.' He grabbed her hair, forcing her head down. Joanne gagged, her lips parting around the thick glans, her tongue brushing against the salty urethra. 'Damn, what a greedy blowjob. Lick the base, feel my balls hitting your chin. You suck like a pro now – thanks to the beggars who trained you, right? Swallow more, bitch, feel my cock stretching your throat.' He pumped slowly, his hips rising to fuck her mouth, saliva dripping down his chin as Ana drove. 'Look at her in the rearview mirror, Rachel. Sucking her cousin's dick like it's the main course. Keep going, Joanne – suck until he cums in your mouth.'

Mark grunted, his hand guiding her head in rhythmic thrusts. 'Take cock in your mouth, cousin. Taste my precum. I bet your pussy's wet.' After minutes of oral abuse, he tensed, his cock swelling in her mouth. 'Fuck, I'm gonna cum! Swallow it all, bitch!' Hot jets of semen exploded down Joanne's throat, forcing her to swallow salty loads as he laughed. 'Good girl. Now clean it with your tongue – lick every drop off my cock.' She obeyed, her tongue swirling around the sticky shaft, disgust rising.

Mark rolled down the car window, letting the hot midday air rush in. 'Let the wind cool your whore face.' Soon, a noisy truck pulled up in the next lane, the driver – a bearded, sweaty man – looking down and seeing Joanne in her short shorts, her breasts almost spilling out of her tank top. 'Hey, bitch! How much are you charging? Look at that whore outfit – spread your legs so I can see that pussy better!' he yelled, honking and gesturing with his hand as if masturbating. Ana laughed and slowed down, keeping the car alongside the truck for several minutes. 'Look, Joanne! Your number one fan. Wave to him, show him your tits!' The man continued: 'Come to my dick, you slut! I'm going to fuck you on the side of the road until I cum in your face!' Joanne cowered, her face contorted, tears of shame streaming down her face as the harassment continued.

Further on, they stopped beside a bus packed with construction workers – sweaty men in overalls. "Look at the little whore in shorts! Where are you going, bitch? To a motel looking for clients?" one yelled, while others made obscene gestures – tongues sticking out, hands simulating sex. "Show us your ass!" Cell phones came out, flashes blinking as they took pictures of Joanne, who covered her face with her hands. "Damn, what beautiful photos! I'm going to put them in the guys' group – 'bitch wanting dick on the road'!" Ana drove slowly, prolonging the torment. "They love you, Joanne. Wave to your admirers!" Rachel laughed so hard she could barely speak. "Those pigs are going to masturbate thinking about fucking you all night."

After more embarrassment – ​​stares from pedestrians, motorcycle horns – the car entered a poor neighborhood, with potholed streets. They stopped near a popular restaurant, the kind with simple tables and the smell of fried food in the air. Laborers and workers filled the place, eating cheap food for lunch. Ana and Rachel got out first, waving to Joanne. "Come on, whore. Lunchtime." Joanne got off trembling, trying to hold up her shorts that were riding up and exposing her buttocks, and followed her in. The men stopped eating, their eyes devouring her: breasts pressed against her tank top, bare stomach, ripped shorts screaming "whore." They were the same ones from the bus – familiar faces now close, lecherous smiles. "Damn, it's the road whore! Did she come for lunch or to suck dick?" shouted one, while others whistled.

Joanne froze, horrified. "No... It's them... Please, let's go somewhere else!" she pleaded with Ana, her voice a broken whisper. Ana scoffed loudly: "Look, Joanne! Your friends from the road are here." “They came to see you up close,” Rachel added, laughing. “Sometimes it seems like fate conspires to humiliate you, doesn’t it? As if the world wants to see you on all fours for these perverts.” They sat at a table in the corner, but when Joanne tried to join them, Rachel pushed her away. “Hey, hey! A respectable man like Mark, and two decent girls like us, can’t be seen with a prostitute like you. Sit there, at the table right in front of the workers. Let them admire you while they eat.”

Joanne crawled to the solitary table, facing the group of workers who were now staring openly at her, forks hanging in the air. “Look at the little whore all alone! Want to come here and sit on our dicks?” taunted a sweaty bald man, gesturing with his hand on his crotch. Another, with crude tattoos, winked: “Show us your tits, bitch! I bet your nipples are hard for us.” They laughed, making suggestive gestures in the air, while Joanne ordered a simple dish, her head bowed in shame. The waiter, a thin, old man, approached with the food, but frowned upon seeing her. 'I'll serve you because I'm nice, miss. But this isn't a place for prostitutes. At least change out of those slutty clothes before you go out to eat – otherwise the customers will think this is a brothel.'

Joanne choked, her face burning, unable to respond – mistaken for a street prostitute in front of everyone. She ate in silence, her fork trembling, while she watched Mark, Ana, and Rachel laughing from the other side, listening to every word. 'Look at her face! She thinks she's a respectable young lady, but the waiter knows she's a slut,' Ana whispered loud enough. The workers continued: 'Eat quickly, whore! Then come lick our plate – or our dick!' Obscene gestures flew, one of them simulating ejaculation in her face.

When she finished, Joanne realized she hadn't brought any money. Fear prevented her from going to her tormentors, so she texted Mark: 'Please lend me some to pay for lunch. I'll pay you back.' From afar, she saw Ana taking out her cell phone, laughing as she typed with Rachel. The reply came: 'We're not going to support a prostitute. Go talk to the restaurant owner and offer him a blowjob as payment. Swallow his dick until he cums in your mouth.' Joanne pleaded for a text: 'Please, I'll pay later! Don't do this to me!' But a video came – her on all fours, Jamal fucking her pussy hard, moans echoing. 'Obey or this goes to Harold. One click and your marriage is over before it even begins.'

Defeated, Joanne stood up, legs wobbly, and went to the back room, knocking on the door. The owner – a very fat and ugly man, belly hanging over his belt, face oily with sweat – opened it, eyes lighting up at the sight of her. 'What do you want here, dressed like a prostitute?' She swallowed her pride, trying to sound sensual despite the trembling. 'I... I ate and didn't bring any money. Can I... Can I give you a blowjob in return? I'll suck your dick until you cum.' He laughed, shaking his head. 'Blowjob? Nah, bitch. I'll only accept if you let me fuck your ass. My wife doesn't like it, but I bet your ass can handle it. Pull down those shorts and bend over for me.' Humiliation washed over her like a wave, but she nodded, turning her back on the messy living room table. "Okay... Fuck my ass, but go slow." He spat in his hand, lubricating his short, thick cock, and thrust in mercilessly, stretching the tight ring. "Damn, what a warm ass! Take cock in your ass, whore. Feel my cock opening you up – I bet you've already taken half the city." He pumped hard, his belly slamming against her buttocks, his hands gripping her waist. "Moan for me, bitch! Say you love my cock in your ass. Damn, your hole is sucking – I'm going to cum inside, fill your ass with fresh cum." Joanne bit her lip, pain mixed with forced pleasure, her body betraying her with wetness in her vagina. "Ah... Fuck my ass... Fill it with semen..." she murmured, her voice broken. He sped up, grunting: 'Take that, whore! I'm going to cum in your whore's ass!' Hot jets flooded her, running down her thighs as he drove away. 'Get out of here, bitch. Don't come back – whores like you tarnish the image of my restaurant.'

Joanne limped out, her ass throbbing and dripping semen, finding her tormentors outside, leaning against the car. 'So, did you suck the owner?' Mark asked, laughing. She almost cried: 'No... He fucked me in the ass.' Ana and Rachel burst into laughter. 'Damn, Joanne! You gave your ass for a plate of food? What a cheap whore! I bet you came feeling a cock in your ass.'

Joanne wiped the tears from her face, her ass still throbbing with the restaurant owner's viscous semen running down her thighs. She leaned against the car, hoping Ana, Rachel, and Mark would get in and leave, giving her at least a moment's peace to process the degradation. But the three figures stopped beside her, sadistic smiles stretching their lips. 'Think the fun's over, whore? It's time for your work shift,' Rachel announced, her voice thick with malice as she lit another cigarette. Joanne blinked, confused, her exhausted body trembling. 'Work? What are you talking about? I... I don't need work.' Mark laughed, moving closer and squeezing her ass over her torn shorts, his fingers accidentally brushing against the damp semen and making a face of disgust, forcing Joanne to lick. 'We decided you need to be more useful, cousin. Spoiled and stupid as you are, your only talent is spreading your legs and sucking dick.' "So, go work as a prostitute. Your first clients are those construction workers at the restaurant – the same ones who harassed you on the road. They'll fuck you good in exchange for a few bucks."

Joanne recoiled, her eyes wide with horror, hands covering her mouth. "No! Please, don't force me to do this! I have money. I'm not a prostitute, I'm... I'm engaged, I have a life!" Rachel burst into laughter, blowing smoke in her face. "Money? Your money belongs to your parents, you bitch. And in the future, Harold will support you like the lazy rich girl you are. You never earned a penny of your own until you were fucked by beggars – and now, you'll earn more from these sweaty pigs. We're really helping you. If Harold and your family find out you're a tramp, you'll need a profession to support yourself. And look, sucking dick and taking cock in your pussy and ass is what you do best." Ana nodded, nudging Joanne's shoulder. "Exactly. You're going to be a self-employed prostitute now. Start by earning some money from the workers – they're leaving the restaurant, look over there. Go up to them and offer your body. But don't charge too much, okay?"

Joanne shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "I beg you! Don't do this to me. I'll do anything at home, clean, cook, but not prostitution! Please!" Mark took her cell phone, showing her an open email: attachments with videos of her – her vagina spread open by beggars' penises, her anus stretched by delinquents, her face covered in semen. The recipient was Harold, and a warning: scheduled delivery in 5 minutes. "Refuse and we won't cancel the delivery. Imagine the cuckold seeing you as a street prostitute? Forget about the wedding." Ana smiled. "Go on, bitch. Seduce them like a professional whore. Or the email will go through." Defeated, Joanne swallowed her tears, her legs heavy as she approached the group of workers leaving the restaurant, their overalls dirty and sweaty, laughter echoing. They saw her and whistled, their eyes devouring her short shorts and tank top. 'Hey, road whore! You finally came to suck our dicks?' shouted one, unshaven and with tattooed arms.

Joanne stopped in front of them, her voice trembling, forcing a fake smile as she writhed, her hands brushing her breasts to appear seductive. 'Hi... I... I'm available for... For services. Want to hire me? I can suck dicks, get fucked in the pussy or the ass. I'm good at it.' The men stopped, surprised but excited – their erections hardening under their overalls after hours of harassing her. 'Damn, the bitch is really offering herself! How much do you charge, slut?' asked the leader, a dark-haired man in his forties, his hand rubbing his groin. Joanne stammered, clueless about prices. 'Fifty reais? For... For everything.' They burst into laughter, slapping their thighs. 'Fifty? You're giving us a discount because you're dying to be fucked by us, right? Cheap as hell! Get on our private bus over there – we'll use you until we're exhausted.' She hesitated, glancing back at Ana and the others watching, beckoning her to continue. Her heart pounding, Joanne climbed onto the old bus, the smell of cigarettes and sweat thick in the air, its worn seats packed with over 20 men.

The vehicle creaked off, and immediately rough hands touched her – a worker pulled her onto his lap, fingers slipping into her shorts to rub her swollen pussy. 'Look at this, guys! The whore's already wet. Masturbate my cock, bitch.' He unzipped his pants, thick, sweaty cock emerging, veins throbbing. Joanne gripped the shaft, her hand slowly moving up and down, while another approached, cock in her face. 'Suck mine too, slut. Use that mouth.' She obeyed, lips parting around the salty glans, tongue licking the pre-cum while masturbating the other. 'Damn, what a greedy blowjob! Lick the base, feel my balls on your chin.' More hands surrounded her, cocks emerging from pants, forcing her to alternate: sucking one, masturbating two, spit dripping down her chin. 'Look at her alternating cocks like a pro. I bet she loves swallowing cum.' The bus swayed, moans filling the air as she was passed from lap to lap, her mouth and hands full of smelly penises.

After 20 minutes of oral sex and masturbation, the bus stopped at an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts, its concrete floor cracked. "Orgy time, little whore! Get off and spread your legs for the guys," ordered the leader, pushing her out. Inside the dark warehouse, illuminated by the dim lights of cell phone flashlights, the more than 20 workers surrounded her, their hard cocks pointing like weapons. Joanne was thrown onto a dirty mattress on the floor, her shorts pulled down, her tank top pulled up exposing her breasts. The first one, a dark-haired man, positioned himself between her legs, his cock rubbing against her wet entrance. "I'm going to fuck your pussy first, whore. Feel my cock opening you up completely." He thrust in forcefully, deep strokes. "Damn, what a delicious pussy! Squeeze harder, bitch – milk my cock like you're milking me." Joanne moaned involuntarily, her hands masturbating two other cocks. "Take cock in your cunt, slut!" "Shout for the whole warehouse to hear that you love a worker's cock." He thrust quickly, sweat dripping onto her breasts, until he came inside, hot semen gushing out. "I filled your cunt with fresh cum! Next!"

Without a pause, another turned her over on all fours, his cock aimed at her ass. "Now the ass. Open that hole, bitch." He spat on his cock and pushed, stretching the tight ring while shouting. "Damn, what a tasty ass! Take it in the ass, whore – feel my cock filling you up." Brutal thrusts, balls slapping against her cum-filled cunt, hands squeezing her buttocks marked with tally marks. "You count the fucks, bitch! How many cocks are there now?" Beside her, two cocks in her face – she watches herself sucking one and then the other, saliva and precum mixed. "Suck both, blowjob queen! Swallow deep while they fuck your ass." The man in her ass sped up, grunting: 'I'm going to cum in your ass, you slut! Take this cum in your ass!' Hot jets filled her, dripping as he pulled out, only for another to enter her pussy. 'My turn in your cunt. There's still some cum leaking – I'm going to mix it with mine.' He fucked her hard, fingers pinching her nipples. 'Your little whore tits bounce nicely. You say you love being group fucked by dirty workers.'

The orgy stretched on for hours, endless rounds: Joanne passed from hand to hand, pussy and ass alternating, her mouth always full. A group of three used her at the same time – one in her ass, another in her pussy, the third fucking her throat. 'Feel two dicks stretching your holes while you suck mine.' They pumped in unison, sweaty bodies sticking to her skin, moans echoing. 'Damn, she's taking both at the same time – let's cum in both of the bitch's holes!' Semen exploded inside her, her pussy and ass overflowing, her throat swallowing salty loads. 'Good girl, swallow it all. Now lick the dicks clean.' She obeyed, her tongue swirling around sticky shafts, while more men masturbated around her, cumming on her breasts and face. 'Cover her face, damn it! She looks like a porn star.' Another made her mount him, riding his cock, her ass slapping against his thighs while she sucked two others. 'Fuck my cock, bitch.' Degrading words didn't stop: 'You're more of a slut than the whores in my neighborhood – you spread your legs for any stinky dick.' 'Can you smell the sweat on our balls? Lick them while you take cock up your ass.' 'Open your holes for the guys – who wants to fuck the high-class prostitute again?'

They fucked her multiple times each – her pussy swollen with semen, her ass throbbing, her face and hair plastered with cum. Joanne felt more humiliated than with the beggars: there were no visible ropes or restraints, only the invisible blackmail forcing her to submit voluntarily, moaning and spreading her legs like a real prostitute. 'Please... That's enough...', she murmured between thrusts, but they laughed. 'Enough? You said you charged 50 for everything, now you can take it? Keep sucking, bitch!' After three hours, exhausted, they stopped, getting dressed while she lay on the mattress, her body covered in fresh, dried semen, her holes leaking fluid. 'Good fuck, whore. Take over a thousand dollars – 50 per head, but we tipped you because you suck well.' A wad of dirty bills was thrown at her. 'Want a ride somewhere? We can drop you off at the motel for more clients.' Joanne, exhausted and trembling, refused. 'N-no... I... My friends are so close.' They laughed and left, the bus departing, leaving her alone in the shed.

Joanne waited, gathering her clothes, covering her body covered in semen, but her tormentors didn't appear. Panic rose – she called Mark. 'Where are you guys? Come pick me up!' He laughed on the other end. 'We went to the mall, cousin. Use your work money to pay for a taxi. Bye.' He hung up. Horrified, Joanne realized: She had truly been abandoned, alone with strangers. She tried to call a car on the app, but the deserted location caused them to reject her. She limped away, semen running down her legs, walking to the nearby road. She reached an isolated bus stop, hailing cars. The first drivers stopped, saw the semen on her face and clothes, and sped off. 'Disgusting! Walk, whore.' Until a car stopped – an ugly, fat driver with greedy eyes. 'You stink of cum.' Joanne pleaded. 'Please! I need to get out of here now. I'll pay you double!' He smiled crookedly. 'Double? Nah.' "I'll accept if you let me fuck you. Spread your legs in the back seat." With no choice, she got in, lying down on the seat as he pulled into a dark alley, his thick cock hanging out. He thrust into her pussy first, strong strokes. "Damn, your cunt is slippery with cum! Take this cock, whore." Then he moved to her ass, hands squeezing her thighs. "Now your ass – feel my cock filling you up." He thrust until he came inside, grunting: "I've never fucked an ass this wide!" Afterwards, he drove to her house, shocked to see the mansion. "A prostitute coming here? Does one of your clients live here?" Joanne, exhausted, murmured: "Yes... Rich client." Only then did he realize his mistake – a pervert who had just fucked her had given her the real address.

Arriving home, he found Ana, Rachel, and Mark in the living room, laughing and eating. "So, whore?" “How was your first day of work?” Rachel asked, her mouth full. Joanne, her body reeking of semen and sweat, was forced to describe: “They… took me to the bus, made me suck their dicks… Then in the warehouse, they fucked me in the pussy, in the ass, in the mouth. More than 20, each more than once. They came inside, on my face… They gave me more than a thousand reais.” She showed the soiled bills. They mocked her: “Damn, you earned more than your family’s employees in a week! Good whore. Now take a shower – you smell like a roadside prostitute.” She obeyed, hot water washing away the semen, but the humiliation clung to her skin.

While Joanne was in the shower, Ana checked her cell phone; there was a message from the anonymous blackmailer. “You left the whore alone to prostitute herself to strangers? You should watch her and not put her in danger.” Ana showed it to Rachel and Mark. 'He's angry, but he himself has already forced her to participate in orgies – remember the garbage collector videos?' Rachel replied: 'Relax, we didn't do anything you didn't do (They didn't know that all of Joanne's orgies were organized by Charles and that he always monitored her, except with Jevon, which wasn't planned).' But the blackmailer retorted: 'I own her. You only do what you want with her as long as I allow. I have recordings to destroy your lives too; being known as a bunch of perverts who abused a defenseless girl in her own home would be terrible for you.' The three paled, angry at being blackmailed. 'Son of a bitch...' But since they knew about the cameras in the house, they decided to obey for now. They replied: 'We won't leave her alone anymore.'

Joanne came out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, and they told her to eat a simple sandwich and go to sleep. No perverted games this time, the worry in their eyes was evident. 'Go on, bitch. Rest for the next shift.' She went upstairs to her room, throwing herself onto the bed, sleep coming quickly from exhaustion.

Later, with Joanne asleep, the three went out into the garden, voices low. 'I refuse to be blackmailed by a cowardly pervert who won't even show his face,' growled Mark, lighting a cigarette. Ana nodded. 'Exactly. But what about it? We can't confront him directly.' Rachel agreed. 'We don't even know who he is.' Mark smiled. 'I have a friend who can trace the messages. It might take time, but he'll find the guy.' They agreed. 'Do it, Mark.' He called his 'friend,' asking for help to trace the email, and he agreed. What they didn't know was that Mark's friend, Charles, was the blackmailer, and he was furious to discover they were trying to find him.