I secretly hoped that she was noncompliant. I reminded her that her career was in jeopardy. We agreed to meet after work that day to do some shopping....I wanted her to look just right for the big day. After work we went to a local department store and I picked out her outfit, panties, bra, shoes and told her how I wanted her to fix her make-up and hair. She didn’t understand the importance of how I wanted her to look. I didn’t feel the need to justify anything. We agreed that we would meet. The fact of taking an unknown cock in my hungry cunt had my heart racing very fast. My throat was dry and I was really aroused. I had no idea how old he was, or even his race. We both wanted just anonymous sex with a perfect stranger…All I knew about him as that he loved to fuck unknown cunts and fill them.My phone rang and I read the text: “I am here…”Then I left the door open and went back to the bed, assuming the position. I used my dark silk scarf as a blindfold. I tied it tightly so as to. Steve answered the door and immediately guided me to the dining room table. Lunch was ready and all three of us were hungry. Karen must have been busy this morning for in addition to rolls, assorted cold cuts, sliced cheddar and jack cheese, and condiments, there was a large tureen of what looked and smelled like homemade chicken and Vegetable soup. As Karen joined us at the table, she said, “Let’s dig-in while the soup’s hot.”Looking over the rim of the tureen, I said, “That looks like. I wanted my cock to go down before I went to her room, I didn’t want her to wonder why I had a boner, and I can’t pee with a hard-on.I still wanted to end being a Blackmailer, but as I had her doing things for me, the sense of power made me think twice. I wasn’t sure if I could give that up. The only reason Becky and I became so close was because of my secret identity as the Blackmailer. Without me forcing her to do things, would she have given me that blowjob?I worried that even though she’s.