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This was some three years later at a company party at West Point.  I was a sophomore cadet, called a “Yearling” at West Point.  My company had a little over 100 cadets including eight female cadets, four juniors, “Cows”, and four freshmen, “Plebes”.  The Plebes were constantly being harassed, “hazed”, by the “Upperclassmen” (Yearlings, Cows and “Firsties”, the seniors).  It was like a fraternity/sorority hell week that went on all year long.  The Plebes had fewer, if any, privileges and were assigned all the extra duties including providing entertainment at company parties.  The Plebes would meet some time before the party and discuss what they would do, usually a song or skit but occasionally a game.  No-one wanted to be in charge because it meant extra work for the already overworked.  But, I found out later, on this occasion one of the female Plebes was quite eager to be in charge and the other Plebes were glad to let her do it.
 
What her true motivation was, I don’t know, because I never talked to her about it.  Maybe she wanted to get back at some of the male Upperclassmen who had hazed her.  Maybe she wanted to get to know better some of the male Upperclassmen she had crushes on.  Or maybe she was just into CFNM (although there was no name for it back then).  Whatever her reason for doing it, her idea of “entertainment” for the party was to try to trick some male upperclassmen into taking off their clothes in front of everybody, including the female Plebes and Cows.
 
The first thing you have to understand for what happened next to make sense is that West Point Cadets do as they are told, ESPECIALLY in front of other Cadets.  They will NOT show fear or weakness.  This female Plebe knew this and used it against her intended targets.  When it was time for the entertainment and she stepped forward announcing she was in charge of the entertainment, she was IN CHARGE.  She was a Plebe, yes, but this was the time allotted for the Company entertainment and she was in charge of the entertainment, so, for the moment, she was in charge of the Company.  She did NOT ask for volunteers.  She named the four upperclassmen that WOULD play “The Honesty Game” and had them stand.  Then she had some male Plebes escort and stay with them out of the room where they wouldn’t be told a thing about the game but brought into the room one at a time and sat in a chair with two female plebes standing on each side.  They also discovered when they sat down, that the four female Cows were now sitting front and center of the audience.  Why?  Because they were told to.  They were not, however, told why.  Because like me, none of the Upperclassmen in the audience knew what “The Honesty Game” was.
 
The female Plebe in charge then explained that “The Honesty Game” worked by her asking questions about the player’s clothes.  The first time the player gave a correct answer the player wins and the game is over.  BUT, if the player does not give a correct answer, the player loses that item of clothing and the game continues.
 
“Don’t worry” she said reassuringly, “If you answer the first question with honesty, you won’t have to take off any clothes.”
“Okay” the first Cadet agreed (not that he had any choice).
 
Watching this, I didn’t get it anymore than the Cadet in the chair.
What was the big deal?
After all, cadets live under an honor code, “A cadet will not lie, cheat or steal nor tolerate those who do.”
So cadets are always required to answer questions with honesty, right?
This should be easy.
What is she going to do?
Try to embarrass me with personal questions about his clothes?
Maybe women would be embarrassed by that but not men.
 
The Plebe in charge began reciting, “I’m an honest judge.  This is an honest jury.  We want honesty for an answer…”
She pointed to a group of male Plebes when she said “jury” then she pointed to the male cadet’s feet.
“What size are your shoes?”
“Ten” he answered.
“GUILTY!  GUILTY!  GUILTY!” the jurors chanted.
Two of the other female Plebes knelt down on each side of the now confused male Cadet in the chair.
“Are you going to take off your shoes or shall I have the BAILIFFS do it for you?” The Judge said pointing at the two kneeling, and now smiling, female Plebes.
 
The male cadet quickly took off his shoes.
He wasn’t going to let two female Plebes take them off them.
The shoes were collected by the bailiffs handed to the jury and quickly disappeared.
 
“I’m an honest judge.  This is an honest jury.  We want honesty for an answer…” The judge continued.
“What color are your socks?”
The male cadet looked down at his black dress socks.
He must have figured out there was some trick but he didn’t know what yet.
I didn’t either.
But I remembered some factoid from physics and he must have too because he said, “Every color except black.”
“GUILTY!  GUILTY!  GUILTY!” the jurors chanted.
The male cadet froze again.
“Bailiffs?” the judge said.
But by the time the bailiffs got back down to their knees the male cadet had the socks off.
They quickly disappeared.
 
“I’m an honest judge, this is an honest jury.  We want honesty for an answer.  How many holes on your belt?”
The male cadet looked down.
“Five” he answered truthfully.
“GUILTY!  GUILTY!  GUILTY!” the jurors chanted.
The male cadet threw his hands up in despair.
Nothing he said was right.
“Don’t you have your belt off yet, sir?  Do you need help?” The judge asked.
He quickly handed over his belt.
I thought the “sir” was rubbing it in.
Yes, technically, the female Plebe should address a male upperclassman as “sir”.
But this was the first time she had done so during the game and in connection with her stripping him.
She was reminding him that she was only a Plebe and was still making him strip.
Where were all his upper-class privileges now?  
 
“I’m an honest judge.  This is an honest jury.  We want honesty for an answer…How many buttons are on your shirt?”
The male cadet made a thorough count of not only the front buttons but the collar buttons, wrist buttons and extra buttons.  He even un-bloused his shirt and double-checked.
 
“Fourteen” he answered confidently.
“GUILTY!  GUILTY!  GUILTY!” the jurors chanted.
“Okay we have to move this along,” the judge said sternly as the three other female Plebes moved in, “We have three other trials to conduct,” she concluded as the male cadet was given no option of taking his shirt off himself but felt six female hands undoing his buttons and in less than ten seconds found himself facing four giggling female Cows in his undershirt.  He seemed suddenly more aware that he was beltless than before.  For the first time he seemed nervous.
I remembered the blanket game and wondered if this one was going to go as far, not as far or, perhaps further.
After all, we were all legal adults (barely) and required no party chaperone.
How far was this game going to go?
 
“I’m an honest judge.  This is an honest jury.  We want honesty for an answer.  What brand is your undershirt?”
Everyone in the room knew the answer to that question.
“Fruit-of-the-Loom” white undershirts were standard issue to all cadets.
The male cadet wasn’t answering though.
For the first time he looked nervous.
She never asked the same question twice.
She never varied from her intro.
What was the trick?
“Times up!” she announced.
The six female hands grabbed both sides and the back of the hem of the male cadet’s undershirt and with one fluid motion lifted it over his head.
It was gone.
Everyone was cheering now.
The four female Cows were stomping their feet and whooping like they were at a Chippendale’s show.
The male cadet was visibly embarrassed, blushing and crossing his arms in front of his chest.
 
“Order!  Order in the COURT!” the judge demanded.
“Now, sir” she said, “Listen carefully, I’m only going to say this once.”
He nodded.
She seemed to be giving him a chance to preserve his dignity (from the waist down anyway.)
“I’m an honest judge.  This is an honest jury.  We want HON-ES-TY for an answer.”
“Ohhhh” the audience murmured as they and I got it.
The male cadet looked out at them puzzled.
HE obviously didn’t get it.
The audience saw this and laughed.
Then, in unison the whole audience realized what was now bound to happen and began to cheer.
“YES! YES! YES!” I heard the female Cows chanting.
 
The judge smirked.
No-one could say she didn’t give him a fair chance with that hint.
But, as she probably planned, although the hint sounded obvious to the audience, she had made her victim too nervous to catch it.
It didn’t matter what she asked now, did it?
His pants were coming off.
 
“Is the zipper on your pants in the front or the back?” she asked.
The audience, now in on the trick, laughed at the absurdity of the question.  Only girls wore the zipper in the back.  The judge was emasculating the male upperclassman WHILE she stripped him.
“It’s… It’s on the front.  I know it’s on the front.” he insisted.
This time the audience chanted.
“GUILTY!  GUILTY!  GUILTY!”
This was followed from a few “Take it off” demands from the female Cows.
The male cadet found himself being helped to his feet by two female Plebes holding firmly to both arms as the judge, herself, stepped forward and unsnapped, unzipped and YANKED his pants down leaving him in just his white cotton briefs*.
 
*Note: they are called “tighty-whities” now.  But, in those days, he would have been MORE embarrassed had he been wearing anything except white cotton briefs.
 
Wild cheering ensued.
The audience was on its feet.
The female Cows were waving and calling out the male Cadet’s name.
He tried to sit down only to discover that the chair had been removed and the third bailiff was standing very close behind him.
 
“Order!  Order!” the judge demanded.
Everyone sat and quieted down.
“Bailiff’s, prepare for the final question.”
The two Bailiffs holding his arms spread them out and, incredibly, the bailiff standing behind him slipped a thumb under his waistband at both sides.
“Sorry, sir” she giggled, “I’m only following orders.”
“Hey! Hey!” the male cadet protested, “There are LADIES present!”
“Thanks for reminding me, sir” the judge answered.
“Would the witnesses please move forward to render their judgment?”
The four female Cows looked at each other smiled, then got up and picked up their chairs.
“Yes, your honor” one said as they moved the chairs into a VERY tight semi circle in front of the male cadet.
 
The now exclusively male audience laughed at the sight of their fellow male cadet standing in his underwear completely surrounded and at the mercy of all eight female cadets in the Company.
 
The bailiffs guided him forward a step into the semicircle as the judged intoned.
 
“I’m an honest judge.  This is an honest jury. We want…
HON-ES-TY
For an answer.”
She looked out at the audience.
“When I ask you this question, I want you to answer with…
HON-ES-TY, get it?”
The confused expression on the face of the male cadet began to clear.
“You must answer with one word and you must answer with
HON-ES-TY”
The male cadet nodded.
“No matter what I ask, you answer with
HON-ES-TY.”
He grinned and shook his head to himself.
“Any other answer will be wrong and will mean a free show for everybody.”
“Okay, okay” he said, “ask the question.”
 
But she wasn’t through with teasing him, yet.
“It isn’t hard, the question I mean.”
Everyone laughed.
The male cadet blushed.
He was kind of hard and she just made him remember how that was on display.
“I can see you’re ready” she continued, “For the question, I mean”
“Yes, yes!” he insisted.
“Are you going to answer with…”
She blinked extremely hard
“Honesty?”  She blinked hard again.
“Yes, I get it.” The male cadet said.
“Okay, brace yourself, not you, sir, the bailiff.”
The bailiff behind the male cadet holding his underwear, bent at the knees and elbows tightened her grip on his underwear and leaned forward a tad.
“Ooooh” everyone sighed.
I wondered if she was going to drop his shorts anyway.
“Here’s the question,” The judged said straightening up and putting her hand through her hair, “Is that a gun in your shorts or are you just glad to see me?”
Everyone laughed again.
 
“Honesty” he said.
Everyone cheered.
The three bailiffs released the male cadet.
The four female Cows sounded off with a disappointed “awww”.
Everyone laughed.
The jurors returned the male cadet’s clothes.
He was surrounded by friends who all said “Better you than me”.
 
Then he joined the audience as the next victim was put in the chair.
 
As I recall, one guy figured it out before he took off his shirt and the next guy only stripped to his waist.
I’m not really sure.
But the fourth guy.
I hadn’t noticed this when he was picked but he certainly wasn’t picked at random.
When he came out everyone “ooohed”
He was the Firstie heart-throb of the company.
He had dated all the female Cows over the last two years and all the female plebes had crushes on him.
Of course his womanizing reputation went far beyond our company.
He usually had every female cadet lapping up any pick-up line he offered.
I was glad to see the tables turned on him.
 
I wish I could tell you that he ended up naked.
The female judge tried everything she could to get him naked.
She speeded up her speech and soon had the Bailiffs taking off his shirt.
He didn’t wear an undershirt.
 
“I’m an honest judge.  This is an honest jury.  We want honesty for an answer.   What fabric are your pants made of?”
 
She offered no hint.
It wasn’t even an easy question.
Unfortunately, she didn’t have the full co-operation of the female Cows on this one.
They began shouting.
“Say HON-ES-TY” before he answered about his pants.
Confused, he looked at the four of them and asked “Honesty?”
The judge ignored this as it wasn’t really an answer to her question.
She called “Order!  Order!”
But the four female Cows insisted that he had “got it” and the “entertainment” was over.
He was still looked puzzled to me.
He hadn’t “got” it at all.
But some guys get protected by women, especially from other women.
 
The four female Cows collected his shirt, shoes, socks and belt from the jury and led him away explaining what the game was about and assuring him that he had been “best” at it.
The power ebbed from the female Plebe as she was put in her place.
But, for twenty minutes or so of her Plebe year, she was a woman on top

Tracey scrolled through the photographs on the laptop, feeling her pulse quicken. Four male models in smart suits, in running vests and shorts, and in speedos. Each model’s name appeared on his photographs: Adam, Ben, Carl and Dean.
 
“What do you think of them?” asked Emma.
 
Tracey smiled. She was 18, but a very young 18. A little shy, self conscious, slightly awkward. By contrast, Emma was in her mid twenties and exuded confidence.
 
“They’re… lovely,” she said, wondering whether that was a suitable phrase.  
 
“Yes they are, your mother chose them,” said Emma, smiling back.  
 
Tracey’s mother owned the modelling agency, having used her divorce settlement to buy her third husband’s share. This holiday job was a peace offering to her daughter after yet another messy relationship breakdown.  
 
“Are you happy with the selection?” asked Emma.
 
Tracey nodded, not knowing what else to say.  
 
“Good,” continued Emma, “I think before we meet them I’d better tell you a little about the Inhibitions Workshop.”
 
Tracey blushed, feeling herself getting excited at the prospect.
 
“It’s my way of getting the boys ready for anything. Up to now they’ve done some very tame modelling assignments, on closed sets with only essential crew around. The workshop is about giving up that security, breaking down barriers and losing their inhibitions. In other words, it’s cocks on the block time.”
 
Tracey gulped, hoping Emma couldn’t tell how turned on she was feeling.
 
“I’m also using an experienced model called Trey, he’s there to show them how to do it. And I’ll let you into a secret, he’s my favourite!”
 
Emma pressed a button on the laptop and a picture of Trey appeared. He was wearing speedos as well and Tracey immediately understood why Emma liked him.
 
Half an hour later, and feeling more than a little nervous, Tracey waited outside the side door to the studio. Inside, Emma was addressing the five male models.
 
“Now I want you on your best behaviour, no messing about. We have a special guest joining us - the boss’s daughter - so no silliness. Remember this is a serious workshop, I expect you to work hard, learn from it and earn your fee. If you’re not prepared to do everything that’s asked of you today then you might as well turn around and walk out of that door now. Because I’m only interested in you if you are interested in your careers. If you don’t complete this workshop, you can forget about working for this agency. It’s as simple as that. You want to be professionals, so I’m going to treat you like professionals and I expect you to act like professionals. Any questions? Yes Ben?”
 
A young, dark haired model with brown eyes and a cute little nose was holding his hand up.
 
“How do I know if I’m willing to do everything you ask, if I don’t know what that’s going to be?”
 
Emma nodded.
 
“A fair question, to which there’s a simple answer. During this session you could be asked to do anything. Absolutely anything. Just as you might on an assignment. Now a client will be paying the agency a large fee for you, and they’re not going to accept a model turning around and saying no. So if you have boundaries you’re not prepared to cross, you know what the answer is. Do you want to leave?”
 
Ben shook his head.
 
“Good. Anyone else?”
 
The five models all shook their heads, so Emma went to fetch Tracey.
 
Feeling a little light headed, Tracey followed Emma into the studio where the five guys she’d been admiring on the computer were waiting. They were all dressed in shirts and jeans but with bare feet, and some of them looked as nervous as she felt. Only one of them was smiling and confident. The luscious lips, soft brown hair and bright blue eyes looked as lovely as they had on the laptop. This was Trey.
 
Telling herself not to look down at the guys jeans, she kept thinking of Emma saying ‘cocks on the block’ and wondered if they knew what was coming. Presumably Trey did, but what about the others?
 
“They’re in alphabetical order,” said Emma, pointing to the guys, “So from the left we have Adam, Ben, Carl, Dean and Trey.”
 
Each model half bowed his head as his name was called out and Tracey tried to find something to focus on to remember their names. Adam was blond, with blue eyes and spiky hair. Ben had dark hair and brown eyes and the sweetest little nose. Carl’s hair was also dark but he had blue eyes and judging by his open collar had some chest hair, Dean’s hair was light brown and his eyes were green which reminded her of her pet cat. And there was no mistaking Trey.  
 
She wondered whether Emma was really going to make them strip or whether ‘cocks on the block’ was simply an expression. And if she did, how would they feel about being nude in front of the boss’s daughter. Or would she be asked to leave the room for that part. She wished she’d asked Emma earlier. Surely if they had to be nude it would be more private than this. Maybe Emma would take them to another room.
 
“OK, we’ll start with Trey” said Emma, beckoning him to come forward, “The rest of you can sit on the floor and watch.”
 
The four trainee models sat down, two with their legs drawn up, two on their haunches. Tracey perched on a stool while Trey stood obediently in front of Emma as she spoke to the other models.  
 
“Now, when Trey joined us six months ago he had the same nervousness and modesty issues as you, but he worked hard and overcame them as we’re going to see. Trey, will you strip down to your underwear please?”  
 
Trey immediately started unbuttoning his cream coloured shirt. In full view of everyone, including Tracey and Emma, he opened it and slid it off. His torso was well defined, he obviously worked out but he wasn’t a muscle bound hunk. He looked fit and healthy, nice arms, smooth chest, flat stomach which was almost a six-pack but not quite, and there was a little treasure trail of hair leading from his navel to his jeans. Tracey looked him up and down, liking what she saw including the little black and gold ‘necklace’ he wore.
 
Aware he was being closely watched by two women, Trey continued undressing. He undid the top button on his jeans, then started unfastening the zip. He opened the front of his jeans to reveal something green and white. As he slid the jeans down his long smooth legs, Tracey realised he was wearing swimming trunks with a white drawstring tied in a bow.
 
Enjoying his gorgeous thighs as he stepped out of his jeans, Tracey wondered whether it was appropriate to whistle. Deciding to play safe, she resisted the temptation. With his jeans and shirt in a pile on the floor, Trey stood with his hands on his hips and looked into the distance. He was beautiful and looked so cool and relaxed. But of course he did, Tracey told herself, he was simply doing what came naturally - posing in swimwear. She wondered what the other models were thinking and decided not to make eye contact with any of them, just in case.
 
Emma turned to the seated models.
 
“Simple isn’t it? Nothing complicated or taxing about that. An instruction, a compliant model and we’re ready for a photo-shoot.”
 
She turned back to Trey.
 
“OK Trey, take those off and pose naked please, no modesty.”
 
As soon as Emma used the word ‘naked’ Tracey could feel herself blushing. Her cheeks were bright red and felt incredibly warm. Trey was absolutely perfect and the idea that he was about to pose naked gave Tracey a sudden sensation of pleasure, a warm tingling throughout her body. She hoped that none of the guys could tell what she was experiencing. Fighting her urges, she kept her legs perfectly still.  
 
There was a stunned silence from the seated models as, without hesitation, Trey stripped. He simply took hold of his trunks and slid them down his legs. Tracey stared as Trey revealed everything for her. He had a small tuft of soft pubic hair at the base of his penis. His penis! Trey’s manhood uncovered for her to enjoy. It was as perfect as the rest of him, she thought. It hung down between his legs, partially covering his balls. It wasn’t flaccid (Tracey had often giggled about that word) but it wasn’t semi erect either. There was no foreskin, so he’d been circumcised. Somehow she’d expected that. The glans at the end of his penis was completely displayed for her viewing pleasure.  
 
As she took in every detail of the gorgeous hunk in front of her, she realised she’d drawn her own thighs closer together and moved her hands up them. Hoping nobody had noticed, she remained transfixed by Trey.
 
His penis swayed slightly as he stepped out of his trunks and deftly added them to the pile of clothes. Completely naked, full frontal, he put his hands on his hips and adopted his staring-into-the-distance pose.
 
Emma was openly checking him out, not in the least bothered that everyone could tell.  
 
“Well done Trey,” she said, “Looking good as always.”
 
She turned to the other models.
 
“OK guys? That’s the idea. The client gives instructions, the model obeys. As you can see, Trey is completely naked. We can all see his penis, nobody’s pretending not to notice it - it‘s simply not an issue. This is a nude pose, being done by a male model, so there’s a bare penis in the room. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, it’s not something to be embarrassed about - you’ve all got one - and it’s not something that’s going to shock women. I see men naked every day, I’ve seen Trey’s penis before and I’m going to see it again. It’s simply part of his body.”
 
She turned to Trey.
 
“How are you feeling?”
 
He glanced down at his bare penis, amused that it was the focus of everyone’s attention.
 
“Fine,” he nodded, “I’m ok”
 
“You’re not embarrassed?”
 
“A little embarrassed, but it goes with the job. I’m cool.”
 
“Turn around, let’s see your ass.”
 
Smiling at her directness, Trey slowly turned. Tracey saw the most perfect tight little backside imaginable. Two lovely firm buttocks at the top of his sensational legs.
 
“OK, and let’s have your manhood again”
  
Turning back to her, Trey continued to show his penis.
 
“OK Trey, I want you to put just your trunks back on and sit over there.”
 
Trey picked up his green and white trunks and stepped into them. Tracey watched closely as he pulled them up his long legs and covered his penis. As he used his right hand to reach inside and ‘adjust’ himself, Tracey blushed again. He’d touched his penis in front of her! Wow!
 
With no obvious embarrassment, Trey picked up the rest of his clothes and carried them to the side, dropping them in a heap behind a low wooden bench which he then sat on. He looked directly at Tracey and smiled, then winked with his left eye. At that moment Tracey decided that Trey wasn’t just a sexy guy - he was THE sexy guy.    
 
The tension from the other models was building as Emma looked at them.
 
“Right, so that’s all you have to do. Who’s first?”
 
The four male models exchanged glances, each looking like a scared rabbit.
 
“You’ve all got to do it,” said Emma, “Trey’s done the difficult part by going first. Do I have to pick one of you or go in alphabetical order?”
 
Taking a deep breath, Ben raised his hand.
 
“Well, that’s a surprise,” said Emma, “I thought you’d be last Ben, so I apologise. Come over and join us.”
 
Tracey could feel Ben’s nervousness as he got a little unsteadily to his feet and walked over to Emma. She looked at those lovely brown eyes and his cute little nose and found her eyes drawn to the front of his jeans where there was a tell tale bulge.

Here’s another one of my older CFNM experiences, this one from about 4 years ago. At the time I was working with a girl Jenifer who became a pretty good friend of mine. We hung out outside of work a lot and got along real well. Jenifer has a cute face, but is a larger girl and not someone I’m overly attracted to outside of being a friend. But we still joked about sex with each other all the time. Anyway, we had a bunch of trips in our department to schedule and Jenifer and I made sure we could travel together a couple of times. One specific trip we took was to Seattle. We always booked adjoining rooms when we could, we would go out, then come back in and hang out before going to bed. In Seattle, the rooms were semi-suites like a lot of hotels now have, with a kitchen, bathroom and work space in each room and then the bedroom area where the connectors are (from room to room.) When you enter a room adjoining if unlocked, you enter in the bedroom area.  
 
Well, on the Seattle trip, Jenifer and I were having a blast. One night, we went out to the bar and got pretty drunk. The next morning we didn’t have anything until a 10:00 meeting, so we agreed to meet in my room at 8:30 so we could get breakfast and head out. We always left the door between the rooms open. Well, I woke up about 8:10, brushed my teeth and headed in for a quick shower. I had the TV on pretty loud so I could hear SportsCenter. I finished, it was about 8:25 and I dried off and dropped the towel in the bathroom to go into the bedroom where my clothes were to change quick. I walked in…and there was Jenifer, sitting on the chair in the corner watching TV. I screamed out something like “Holy shit!” both at the fact that I was naked but more at being startled. She turned bright red and said something about my not having a towel. I told her there was a good 5 minutes before she even should’ve been there. We went back and forth for a minute or two, but I couldn’t really fault her and she was as embarrassed as I was. Unlike most of the other CFNM experiences I’ve had, I really wasn’t too worried about Jenifer seeing my small penis. Maybe it’s because I don’t really have sexual feelings for her, maybe it’s because I knew she wouldn’t say anything to anyone else. Usually, while I have no problems on beaches with strangers, I fear people I know seeing me naked. Since I was running late and she was here anyways, I just turned around and went back into the bathroom to shave and comb my hair. I figured she’d stay watching SportsCenter and I’d put a towel on when I came out. Instead, about 45 seconds later, she was at the door of the bathroom, and joking about how I didn’t have a towel on even now. I asked “what, are you just going to follow me around now?” and she laughed and said basically “yes.” As I was shaving, she laughed and said “well, I figured you had a little one.” I shot back “yeah, but you still couldn’t handle it.”  
 
In total, there was probably 7 minutes where I was naked and she was in the room with me. I finished shaving, walked over and got dressed and we left. From then until today, while we don’t work together anymore, when it’s just the two of us, she’ll make jokes about my small dick and I’ll come back with jokes about her. It’s funny, because she’s about the only one who could pull that off. When we were driving that day, she asked if she crossed the line and I told her she was OK. She actually asked me how big it was, I told her it gets to be about 3 1/2 inches hard but it only looks about an inch soft. I told her how self-conscious I am around people I know, but that we were cool and the nature of our relationship to this day is pretty cool. The next trip we were on, I purposefully popped in and snatched back the curtain when she was showering and said “now we’re even.” She just struck a quick vogue pose and I closed the curtains and walked away. She told me later she knew I’d do that.