Has Jayne worked out who her mystery man is?
It had been three days since I had been on my knees on the cold, concrete, floor of the storeroom. Three days, since I had felt the hot spurt of his cum glide down the back of my throat. His tangy, salty, taste had covered my tongue. I’d heard nothing from my secret note giver since he had kissed my forehead and left me, naked and satisfied, surrounded by mops and cleaning products....Read On