TheCraig suit was now bundled up on the desk in a pile and Craig felt sadfor it. It was almost as pitiful as his own situation."I'm not as quick at ge...ting into all these women's clothes as you are,"Craig pointed out."Alright then, go and take the suit back. I never want to see or hearfrom you again," Alice told Craig in the Diana suit.Resigned to his fate, Craig headed out of Alice's house and shut thedoor behind him. It was so nice being back in a suit that fit properlyand made him look and. Suddenly I decided to find out. I bent my head as far down as I could towards my lap, but I couldn’t get very close. Curious, I spread out my hands to see how close the head of my cock was from my lips; it was a disappointing twelve inches or more. I bent harder and harder, but never got closer than about ten inches. I pushed my head down with my hands and got only another inch or so closer; changing the angle at which I sat only gained another inch or so over that. Frustrated, I thought hard. His eyes slowly moved down my body, something sparking in them. I never saw him check me out quite like that, but I appreciated the attention. His eyes finally made it back up to mine and he let out a low whistle of approval.“You look amazing,” he said in an impressed tone.“You clean up pretty good yourself, charming,” I responded with a wink.“Are you ready to go?”I picked up my handbag and looped my arm with his, giving him a nod before we set off.At the restaurant, we were seated next to each. He told no one else about what he had seen and especially what he had heard as Mrs. Rosie screamed in the throes of passion with her very well hung black lover. Mr. Rush was a man of fixed habits and always took breakfast at exactly the same time: 7:30 am after which his driver took him to his office, leaving at exactly 8:00 am for his 8:30 am daily meeting. He liked to start his day with the pretty young busty black maid, Daisy, serving him breakfast. It was rumored among some of the staff.