"It's a new and bloody ingenious idea," he imparted excitedly, smiling as he watched the colonel's eyes light up. "I want all the women naked whenever there are clients here. No matter whether you're in the bar, the foyer, or the dining room, you're to be starkers." "That's fine by me!" Cecilia giggled, hurriedly unbuttoning her blouse, impatient to display her luscious breasts, her sensitive nipples. "I'm game," Nancy declared, her long black hair veiling her pretty face as she eagerly kicked her shoes across the room. "By gad, so am I!" the colonel chuckled, about to slip his tweed jacket off. "There's nothing like..." "No! Er... not you, Colonel!" Mike interrupted urgently. "Just the women, not the men." "Oh, if you say so, old boy." Raising his eyes to the ceiling as he imagined the colonel naked, his shrivelled cock un-adorning his wrinkled ball bag, Mike shuddered. That was no way to turn the punters on! he thought, watching the women unveil their alluring temples. Blimey, if Dickwipe raided the place now, he ruminated fearfully, following the colonel's wide eyes feasting on the nude beauties.
