On your knees, my student! 18+
The man must have the work ethic of a person on steroids for crying out loud.
As I round the corner, I stop abruptly, the tower of a man in front of me stopping me in my tracks. I look at him from his feet, they are clad in brown leather shoes whose shine screams of nithing but luxury, his midnight blue suit pants look neatly ironed, and expensively tailored as his straight legs make them fit perfectly. Next, I move on to his hands, his knuckles have a small tattoo on them, something I am sure is not meant for people to see, from how small it is, but things rarely pass my attention.