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Chapter 8 by wicker wicker

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Toilet Tramp

"Stop crying," said Tyrone, "smile instead."

Christine stopped crying and smiled.

"Follow me," said Tyrone.

Christine followed Tyrone. He le her into the small warehouse men's room. It only had a urinal, a toilet stal, and two sinks. "Kneel here," said Tyrone.

Christine knelt in front of the urinal.

"Now, stay here until I come get you, but if a man walks in, cheerfully introduce yourself and tell him you will suck his cock if he agrees to cum on you. If he agrees, lick his balls, suck his cock, and let him cum on you, and do now wash the cum off. Smile and enjoy."

Christine **** a smile. The bathroom smelt like a mixture of stale urine and pine cleaner, and the thought she was kneeling on this floor disgusted her. She had always found the warehouse workers neanderthals or dykes.

Tyrone left.

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