So to speak ... Add to the equation the heels, and I have to say my legs look rather good in the ensemble, and altogether I was feeling and looking ( ...ccording to my old boys) horny already!I was asked to apply a little extra make up as well...To finish off the "tarty look" as Bill calls it.So, here I was dressed in very high strap style high heels, a black mini skirt, that barely comes to about 1/2 of the way down my thigh, black seamed nylons, my black blouse that is see through in the right. "pretty stiff, Dan" yeah, I've got a great cock, huh..." he said, looking at it lovingly. Itwas indeed gorgeous in the dim lighting. He then held it up and said " howbig do you think it is, man?"Of course, I knew the answer to this. We'd measured it over and over againas teenagers. At a shade under 9 inches, both our cocks were the exact samelength. Mind you, Dan never admitted this. He would always say how muchbigger his was than mine. It used to bother me, but then I realized it wasreally. He forced himself to huff again, to ignore the strangeness and the senseof unease that accompanied it. Who did he think he was? George turned totake another drink, but this time, his eyes caught a reflection in themirror. At first, he thought it had to be his, but that was clearlyimpossible. The figure in the mirror was clearly not the rugged, gorgeousexample of masculinity that was George Worthington. It looked more like agirl, truth be told. She was skinny and awkward, with tiny buds. “And I want them now.”Kloser sits without saying a word. He presses the button to black out the glass surrounding them. The glass office was automatically built to dampen sound from travelling out of it so there isn’t a need to quiet the man down. “And what can I help you with?” he asks after a moment of making the man wait.“Let’s start with this sniper?” Hanson says. “He was on my payroll, and you took him.”“How can I take what’s yours?” Kloser ass slyly.“The same way you’re trying to take.