“Yes.”“I wanted you like air,” he nearly hissed, whispering close to her ear, inhaling the scent of her neck. “I want you even more now. The...re’s something different about you. Something...I don’t know. New. Something more.”His fingers slipped under her panties, finding her slit smooth and almost burning. He scanned the room - bartender, a couple of desultory patrons marking time in Purgatory’s waiting room. She grew slick as he fingered her pussy lips. She felt waxed. Her eyes closed as her. The second man nodded. ‘Well, darlin’. We’d have to lie to the court. Dangerous that. We could lose our jobs, even get sent to gaol. We’d have to say you weren’t in. That would give you a few days, but we’d need some payment for the position you would put us in, you understand.’ Again he smiled his evil grin. ‘But I’ve no money.’ The two men looked her up and down, or at least as much of her as was visible in the narrowly opened door. She had a pretty face, oval in shape with big brown eyes and. ‘Claire, I appreciate your sense of professionalism, but I want you to know, there is nothing wrong with the feelings you’re having. In fact…’ he started, but his words were cut short as his hands began to slide down her throat and reached for her breast. She brought him back to reality as she jerked away from him, a panicked, yet definitely aroused look on her face. He cleared his throat. ‘In fact, Claire, I must admit to having some similar feelings myself.’ ‘Mr. Daughton, please,’ she said,. Fancy or?", I was hesitant to answer this question, I hadn't told her previously that I'm not attracted to boys, and I wasn't quite sure how she's react to me being gay, but I tell her anyway and ask, "That's not a problem is it?", she just smiles at me and says "Of course not! I only judge people based on their character, what you do in your spare time is up to you", she's always been such a nice and understanding person.After the break I get back to work, and about an hour later I hear her.