I stopped the rehearsal. "Kristen? You can play?" Since I was five," Kristen answered, her face turning sullen when she looked at me."Why didn't you t...ll me?" You didn't ask."Kristen then turned away from me, and started talking to Amy, apparently about the improv that she had just played. She effectively dismissed me.That attitude of Kristen's finally ticked me off. It was one thing for her to be angry with me, if that was how she was feeling. It was still another thing to disrupt the class. I thought I would buy a nice lingerie for him, so I could wear it with one of my BBC boys and treat him to a nice show. I think Mick would like that? I was having to wait ages in the Bank as there was a problem for some reason, so much so we were all made a drink in the Que. One of the guys seemed to be working up a ladder in an overall, not sure why...lol not my thing working stuff? He looked sort a dishy from where I was and when he saw me he smiled at me. Mmm I thought lovely strong tall. Did they specify room nine in their booking?" Mrs. Winton did not like this turn of event."Er ... No. Not exactly. They didn't want to pay the surcharge for a front room." she answered. Angela smiled."No problem then. Give them room eleven on the front, compliments of the hotel no extra charge. Greg can have his usual room." She emphasised for Mrs. Winton's sake the word 'usual'.I was sitting with a cup of tea contemplating the orders to write when there was a knock on the door. It was Angela.. ..........To say I was stunned would be an understatement and my cock instantly joined hers as hard as It could ever be.I started to babble 'What,,,why,,who.,,public,,,,people' She put her well-manicured finger to my lips and said “Just stand there and don't move, or say anything” She ran her hand over the front of my trousers and slowly took down my zip and released my cock.This was amazing. Here I was on a busy street with my hard cock out and a gorgeous naked transvestite standing in front.