“Yeah,” I said, “It’s just been a while for me and I wanted to release some tension.”She looked at the picture and then looked back at me. ...hrough her glasses I could see the seriousness in her eyes. “Need a hand to help you finish yourself off?”I looked down at the pic and as I lowered my eyes I saw her cleavage formed from her big dangling breasts. I couldn’t even muster a response, my jaw just dropped open. She walked around the desk and I turned my chair to face her. My cock was still. I sat for a half hour or so, on purpose to get myself worked up enough to go for this. I then zipped up and headed to the bathroom to take a leak. I went into a stall and took out my cock and went, still half hard, I played with myself enough to get hard again when someone came into the bathroom, I let my stall door fall open and I watched as a older, maybe mid 60's guy dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt, a little overweight but looking like a classic truck driver walked towards the urinals. " Geralt's eyes glittered at that. It could have passed for sentiment if he hadn't mentioned the money."I propose we relieve ourselves of the stress her naughtiness caused. We're but simple men after all, and we carry a lot of failings. Although some more than others." Most likely, the bastard was born evil. Geralt had a tender voice which carried mischief. That illusion of kindness surprised him half the time, considering his built and ugly face. Not that the bulge in his pants had twitched. Make no judgements about yourself by this look. Give me a call and I will show you the real girl in you, it’s a looker I will say” At this she put a wig cap on my head then a long blonde wig on my head, brushed it and set it with hairspray. The look was dramatic and she had been wise to say what she did but with the wig on especially there was a definite girl staring back at me from the mirror, things were getting serious in a way the earlier strip did not. She gave me her card and a tall girl.