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Sandra waited and waited, her body shivering with fear and anticipation. Her heart thudded harder and harder as the time passed. Her throat was dry, thoughts of fleeing even entered her mind, but she still stayed, thinking it would be best.

*Knock* *Knock*

Sandra heard someone lightly tapping upon the door of the stall where she resided. Sandra unlocked the door, letting the mysterious guest in. There was no doubt in her mind, it was definitely her blackmailer. She could feel gentle hands touch her shoulders, leading her down, and sitting her on the toilet. Sandra was scared but excited at the same time. She wondered if it was the pills making her excited or if it was just her.

She could hear the sound of a zipper going down, echoing in the quiet washroom. She nervously bit the bottom of her lip, wondering what her admirer had up their sleeve. She could feel a warm, masculine hand softly brush across her cheek. The man stroked her gently, moving to her hair, and running his fingers through the soft strands.

Soon, the soft touch of the man left Sandra and she could hear nothing, nothing but pure silence filled the stall. Soon enough she knew what the man was up to, she could her him masturbating in the small confines of the stall. The sounds of his pre-cum sliding up and down his hand were unmistakable. Sandra's snatch grew wetter and wetter as she imagined the man being Steve Jenkins. In her mind, it was him standing in front of her, stroking himself, and admiring her.

While still imagining Jenkins jerking his hard cock in front of her, she felt burning strings of cum, splash upon her delicate face. A shot even flung onto her flushed neck. Eventually, the mysterious man fulfilled his desired action, emptying his balls, and cumming over Sandra’s pretty face. Her pussy was tingling with desire, she was hoping for a nice hard fuck. Anticipating and imagining it made her as wet as ever. She was sort of disappointed when she heard the man leave the stall and close it behind him, but she knew there was more to come.

She undid the blindfold and grabbed some paper towel, wiping the man's hot seed off of her soft, feminine face. He had left no note or anything like that. Sandra did find something that he probably didn't mean to leave though. On the ground was a button, belonging to a jacket. If she could match the button with the jacket, she may be able to find out who her mysterious admirer is.

 

What happens next?


          She receives an e-mail.

 
 
 

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