Welcome, sir. The tall blonde woman said and quickly bowed her head. Nothing else from her

exquisite body moved. She was like a doll, with limited movement in the neck. Her stoic frame allowed for a generous

display of her impressive goods. Her slim waistline was surrounded by curvaceous shapes that would leave

no man neutral. Add her thick lips and big blue eyes, with the lush, bright mane around her

gorgeous face, and you had a woman anyone would give dearly to spend time with. The gentleman

entering her shop was of equal status, another winner of the genetic lottery. He was tall and strong,

with broad shoulders and biceps testing the integrity of the fabric wrapping around his arms.

Walking like a predator on the hunt, he contrasted his domineering demeanor with a warm, welcoming smile.

You were interested in a full suit, is that correct? Indeed, his deep voice boomed in her chest.

Have you ever done a suit fitting before? No, miss, my first time, he said. Oh, splendid, please step towards me,

and please take off your shoes and position your feet against the white line on the floor.

She pointed at the specific spot. As you are down there, you might as well remove your pants

so that I can take the measurements

of your lower limbs in one fell swoop. She smiled and the man obeyed. He remained wearing his

shirt and boxers. He still had his socks on, but the rest of his legs were exposed. Strong and

straight. They looked amazing. The shop owner acknowledged the

spectacular shape of his thighs and made a mental note to take extra care in measuring them.

It has been a minute since such a good-looking specimen came into her shop. She planned to enjoy her time

with him. The woman pressed the measuring tape against his mighty leg and stretched it from his

heel to his crotch. Hmm, if sir is considering a full suit, might as well tailor his underwear as well.

She informed her customer.

I guess, he said, but red spots blossomed on his face.

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