-Why not? Because you think it's women's work?-Well...-We think so, too.-We got you this- said Jerome.He handed me a gym bag. Inside there was a peach...-colored skirt and blouse,a white apron, bra and panties, and black Mary Jane shoes and stockings.-But...-Come on, Juan. You know the deal, you either do this or get deported.Your call.I didn't want to get deported.-Good. Take a shower and change. Don't forget to shave.I obeyed. I'd never shaved my legs or armpits before, and it was a funnyfeeling. When I asked you before about your size, I just wanted you to think how it might be if you were that height.’ I thought, ‘Wow, this woman may be crazy, but I’m totally in her hands and I don’t want to piss her off.’ ‘Heidi, I didn’t know how to respond before when you asked me how tall I thought I was. I’m still trying to get used to being this size. If I was less than twenty inches tall, my hands would be too small to work with you on special projects. I’m good with my hands and that’s part. He’s making you wait, making you want him more and more as time passes. He walks over, only in his trousers and places one knee on the bed, leans over you and gives you the softest of kisses. His lips are warm, soft and sweet, just before he lets go, you gently bite his bottom lip, keeping him close for just a few more seconds. He gets the idea and sits next to you on the bed. He kisses you again, but this time a little harder, pressing his lips firmly against yours. His hand finds its way. “Wow, look at the cock on him,” she laughed — much to everyone else’s shock.“Ashley! That’s totally inappropriate! Now be quiet and get to work.”“But it’s fucking huge…” she started.“I don’t care. Don’t say things like that.”Charlie couldn’t help but laugh a little. At least she wasn’t the only one that thought his dick was big.Taking a step back to admire her work she suddenly realised that Geoffrey was talking to her.“Sorry, I completely missed that. What were you saying?” she said.“I was.