Check Out First Down’s Sequel, Dangerous Play, Available Now! ... As he turned to face the man who had caused him all manner of trouble ever since he’d come over just to “watch the game,” Vince felt his eyes try their damnedest to eject themselves from his skull. Paul was dressed in the exact same uniform that Sandra had been wearing – stockings, heels, petticoat and all. The low neckline revealed the divot in his chest that separated his bulging pectoral muscles, each one shining with what must have been some kind of oil he’d rubbed on himself for the occasion. The ripped blonde seemed almost comfortable in his achingly-tall pumps, and Vince could see the tautness of his strong thighs, accentuated by the sheer black thigh-highs he had donned, complete with garters. Vince found himself wondering just what those garters attached to. Then he dismissed the thought, disgusted with himself. “So,” Paul began, interrupting his self-loathing with his syrupy drawl. His crystalline eyes fixed on Vince’s as he offered him a beer bottle balanced precariously upon a silver platter.
