All the waitresses were wearing bright low-cut dresses with short full skirts held out by a lot of ruffled slips. I don't know the names of that stuff... A man dressed in a fancy black-sequined outfit, complete with a pencil thin mustache and a toreador's hat, welcomed us and took us to a table. He said a waitress would be with us right away. There were some waiters running around dressed in cowboy outfits with fake guns in holsters. They had western hats. The décor was great.A fancy dressed lady. I saw Ned straining his ears to hear our banter and called him over and announced to the group, "Ned broke all receiving records his senior year."Russell and Adam chimed in, saying they'd seen his picture in the trophy case.Ned disregarded our praise of his accomplishments. He addressed Russell, "How's your brother?"Four years of college hadn't changed Russell. "He's a fucking slave driver. He's got me on the phones eight or nine hours a day, and then he wants me to take catalogs home and study. To my shock, I felt something moving down my leg, I looked down and almost jumped out of my skin as I could feel my cock growing bigger! I immediately pulled my pants down and sure enough, my cock had grown really long! almost down to my knees! It wasn't hard though, just limp, but really long, and thicker too. I looked up at the screen and back down to my cock, they matched perfectly, but just to be sure I moved the slider to the left again and sure enough, my cock size went down a bit, so I. In that case they could be convinced more easily.Ahmad too agreed with my suggestion and the meeting was over. I was about to go to my clothes when Ahmad stopped my way. He looked at me and smiled, understanding his intentions I went to the table. The manager table wasn’t wide enough, just three and half feet’s wide. I kept my chest on the table so that my legs were on the floor and my head was on the other side of the table. The manager dropped his pants and came to my face. Without asking I.