Not being a fan of the Gay Bar "scene" I reluctantly agree because Im happy she is at least trying to understand.We show up around 11pm and there is a...drag show competition going on. I sit at the quietly and antisocial drinking a beer at the bar, while she starts becoming a social butterfly and engaging everyone in conversation. She is trying to completeltly embrace my sexuality to the point of being over the top and annoying, but I know its because she loves me.The drag show ends and she. Tears were stinging my eyes. He must have thought it was because of the ankle, but I just felt really overexposed. He wasn’t supposed to see me like this and now I was fully humiliated, not only was I naked, but I was on the floor with a twisted ankle, not really a sexy sight. However, I did my best to put my embarrassment aside, and my brother carried me out of the bathroom, while I was clinging to the towel trying to cover myself. He was so strong. And his arm was under my naked thighs, and. He parked and taking his laptop in a briefcase went to the building where Jonathan Simmons, the attorney, had his office. Taking the elevator up to the twenty-seventh floor, Bill leaned against the wall after finding the door locked. In fifteen minutes, a woman came down the hall and opened the door. Bill followed her in and said. ‘I need an emergency appointment with Jonathan Simmons please.’ The Blond woman smiled at him and said ‘Mr. Simmons is always very busy, may I tell him your name and. I stopped. My hand was coated with her vaginal secretions, and I could smell the blossom of her musk as her excitement grew. All the while my own erection was straining at the erotic display in front of me. I could feel the heat of her bottom against my hand, the glowing red sheen to it and the sweat that glistened on the nape of her neck. By now I scarcely had to give her contact at all. She had been teased and toyed with for so long that even the lightest of contact would be enough. “Ohhh.