There's no way I would have had huge muscle jocks want me to fuck their asses a year ago......And then again, I guess that still hadn't changed becaus... there I sat being totally stood up. My cock was bulging in my jeans so I did the only thing I could and get right back on those dirty apps and start cruising hard for a back-up. I started up a chat with this guy that I had talked to before. This 6'4" "straight" hockey player. He never really wanted to do much more than just jerking a guy off. I stood up and let the water drip from me, leaned down to flip the lever of the drain and drew back the shower curtain. I grabbed a towel off the rack and wrapped it around my breasts, opened the bathroom door and headed to my brother’s room. He glanced at me as I quickly waltzed past his bed and stuck my head into his closet. “What are you doing?” He asked sincerely. “I’m looking for a sweat shirt.” I said frankly. I found a long grey sweat shirt and stretched my arms through it. Pulling it. As they chatted and i ate i noticed jim motioned with his head toward the restrooms jen shrugged as if to say maybe jim took out the money to pay for his meal and tiped linda he showed a 20 and jen arched her eyebrows and grinned i smiled as i had done the same thing many times before jim walked toward the restrooms jen waited for about 5 seconds and followed him. linda brought me more cofffee i paid up and sat there trying to figure out what the hell to do now.a few minutes later jim came out. It was now disguised as trim. No wonder I didn't see it before. The door handle turned and the door opened inward. A cover all came flying into the room."Please put this on." A voice from outside said.I checked it out with my second sight. Nothing. I put it on, and was soon on my way to a meeting with Mr. Lauder. A meeting I was sure one of us would regret. I slowed us down with my fake limp. Had to stay in character after all. I arrived with a fake limp, from a supposed twisted ankle from a.