I am currently being blackmailed, by my student. Im 46, happily married ( my loving husband is 50). Im a senior teacher here in Singapore.
It began one day when a student who is only 18 filmed me in the ladies toilet doing my business. It was a saturday and there wasnt much students around. Afterwards he showed me the video, i was stunned. I gave him a slap n that was a mistake. He said he will watsapp the video to all his friends. I begged him not to. He told me he has plans for me.
I told my husband about it at home and he was very upset. We begged this very naughty boy, to delete the video, but he refused. He even asked my husband, to take nude pics of myself. My husband has no choice but to do just that. This has been going on for a week or so. We are very distressed, I couldnt believe that I, someone who is old enough to be this boy's mother and twice his height is being blackmailed this way
My peril doesn't end there. Just 2 days ago, the boy ordered me to go over his place, n to bring my husband along. To add to my embarassment, he gave me a red dress (or isit just mere fabric?) For me to wear. Coupled that with a six inch heels. We almost cried seeing that outfit. It barely covered me. Its almost as high as my waist, with a plunging neckline. Insulting.
When we went over to his place, i found out it was in a bad neighbourhood, the flats there are rental flats, meant for the needy. Its certainly far from the rich life that me and my husband shared, we lived in a big landed house with a full time maid and a personal driver. It was noon and the sun was scorching.
Our driver, a young guy called Sani, alighted us from our BMW and we went up to the block. The lift wasn't working ( and anyway it reeked of urine, alcohol etc). He stayed on the 5th floor. We had no choice but to go up the stairs, in my ridiculously tall shoes. The boy met us at the landing, smiling away. We were so mad at him! He told us to follow him.
When we reached up, both of us were sweating and panting heavily, but the boy was so fit it doesn't bother him. My husband is obese, is diabetic and has heart problems. He looked like he might collapse. Me too, though I am very tall, is on the plus size. As both of us hold on to the railings to catch our breath, from the corner of my thick glasses (I'm almost blind without them) I saw a group of young punks waiting for us, all giving high fives to each other. They were his friends, though not my students.
I told the boy, 'i thought it was only you Jeremy!’ in between my huffing and puffing… he just laughed it off n was told me to enter the stinky house. My ordeal has just begun
It began one day when a student who is only 18 filmed me in the ladies toilet doing my business. It was a saturday and there wasnt much students around. Afterwards he showed me the video, i was stunned. I gave him a slap n that was a mistake. He said he will watsapp the video to all his friends. I begged him not to. He told me he has plans for me.
I told my husband about it at home and he was very upset. We begged this very naughty boy, to delete the video, but he refused. He even asked my husband, to take nude pics of myself. My husband has no choice but to do just that. This has been going on for a week or so. We are very distressed, I couldnt believe that I, someone who is old enough to be this boy's mother and twice his height is being blackmailed this way
My peril doesn't end there. Just 2 days ago, the boy ordered me to go over his place, n to bring my husband along. To add to my embarassment, he gave me a red dress (or isit just mere fabric?) For me to wear. Coupled that with a six inch heels. We almost cried seeing that outfit. It barely covered me. Its almost as high as my waist, with a plunging neckline. Insulting.
When we went over to his place, i found out it was in a bad neighbourhood, the flats there are rental flats, meant for the needy. Its certainly far from the rich life that me and my husband shared, we lived in a big landed house with a full time maid and a personal driver. It was noon and the sun was scorching.
Our driver, a young guy called Sani, alighted us from our BMW and we went up to the block. The lift wasn't working ( and anyway it reeked of urine, alcohol etc). He stayed on the 5th floor. We had no choice but to go up the stairs, in my ridiculously tall shoes. The boy met us at the landing, smiling away. We were so mad at him! He told us to follow him.
When we reached up, both of us were sweating and panting heavily, but the boy was so fit it doesn't bother him. My husband is obese, is diabetic and has heart problems. He looked like he might collapse. Me too, though I am very tall, is on the plus size. As both of us hold on to the railings to catch our breath, from the corner of my thick glasses (I'm almost blind without them) I saw a group of young punks waiting for us, all giving high fives to each other. They were his friends, though not my students.
I told the boy, 'i thought it was only you Jeremy!’ in between my huffing and puffing… he just laughed it off n was told me to enter the stinky house. My ordeal has just begun