They nod their head after a moment, looking down at the obvious (and sizable) tent in Justin's well-tailored trousers. "Ok. But I want to see you too."

They take a deep, shaky breath and move back, getting onto their knees on the bed behind them so that they remain level with the man's face. And they start to undress.

They're movements are still skittish and careful, fingers trembling as they briefly toy with the hem of their shirt, crinkling it before clumsily sliding the whole thing up and over their head. The pants come next and soon enough, Monty's completely bare except for a set of sheer, cheap underwear covering a pair of perky breasts and a small cock that sat nestled right above a hairless, pink little cunt.

They can't help but to avert their gaze now, unsure if they're ready to see the man's reaction to the truth.