I assumed she was headed to the bathroom, and I stood around in the kitchen, thinking I'd just check she was all right before I left. I fell into an a...mchair and waited. It didn't take long for her to return, and sure enough she'd been to the bathroom, but had also taken the opportunity to lose the annoying skirt. Now was just wearing the black t-shirt and the matching panties I'd seen outside.She just giggled at my stare, and padded over to the fridge, intending to ensure sobriety was left. I shouldn't say." Huh?" Yeah. Well, she likes you, too." Oh, God." Yeah, but not the same way." Oh. Steph, does she ... like girls?" Where did you ... well, yeah. Yeah, she does. Girls." Okay. Oh, and does Vicki..." Yeah, well ... Yeah, Vicki likes most things." She does?" Yeah. She's ... like me." You like most things?" Uh huh. Look, leave it at that, alright?" Oh, okay. Sorry." No worries. Just ... I might tell you more later, okay?" Alright." And in the meantime, just ... have fun. Don't say. "Oh, she said, "you're that one. Dr. Pritchartwanted to see you the moment you checked in. Just hold on a second andI'll let him know you're here."She picked up the phone, dialed a couple of numbers and started talkingquickly into it. After a minute there was a buzz of an electronic doorunlocking and a heavyset man in scrubs waved them in. He held out hishand to Jenny. "Timothy Maria," he said in a deep rumbling voice. "Dr.Pritchart wants me to take you right back to him." The big man's. He finally has enough of my teasing and as he lifts my leg to place yet another shoe, he pulls my foot into his crotch and rubs it around. I can feel his throbbing erection through his trousers. My heart begins to race as I continue to rub his hardness with my foot. I spread my legs slowly so that he can get a good view up my dress and into the crotch of my panties. We watch each other mesmerized as he rubs his stiff member through his pants. His eyes never leave my crotch and I feel myself.