I just looked down and nodded my head. On the way back to my room I felt I had to tell him, “You know I am not gay. I am just curious.”He said, �...�Don’t worry about it. I know you are not gay.”When we entered my room, I felt uncomfortable and not sure what to say or do. He asked if I had anything to drink and I told him I had gone to the local store and bought a few beers. I went to the mini-fridge and got him a beer. He took a drink and then reached for his belt buckle. I was sitting on the. I'm not sure why, so I've made an appointment to see a doctor to see if this is normal. On the day of my appointment I was rather nervous for obvious reasons. I sit in the waiting room apprehensively and jump at my name being called."Come with me and have a seat in here, the doctor will be right with you," said the plain nursing assistant.I wait in the room thinking about things I probably shouldn't when the doctor knocks and enters. She's the most beautiful doctor I've ever seen. Time slows as. My hand reached down under my skirt and I was still looking at Adam, who was looking outside the window. He had no idea that I had started rubbing my pussy hearing his dirty dream about me. “You keep looking at me until I slip my hand in my underwear and take out my cock to show you how hard it is for you,” Adam said and I slid my panties aside to touch my naked pussy under my skirt. “Hmm… and?” I moaned. Hearing my soft moan Adam turned to look at me. He paused for a minute to see my hand. They werestill digging and were not going to interview our blackmailer for a dayor so.That evening Dolores got in touch. There was a show on at predominantlyGay pub in south London on Wednesday night and her act had pulled out atthe last minute. Could I stand in? I thought that it would be fun, so Isaid yes.Tuesday was a dead day. Nothing came from Fran, I found nothing new aboutour blackmailer and it was a quiet day in the shop. I told Sue and Carolabout my surprise gig and they decided that.