I've been WATCHING you. You like ladies legs and feet, don't you? Especially when they're clad in beautiful soft, shiny nylon hosiery. I've also noticed that you've been earning excellent bonuses but have been saving rather than spending, which means you've probably got a marvelously large....generous...impressively big...bank account. Imagine if I were to let it be known that you've been watching the secretaries feet under their desks, perving over them at lunchtime, and EVEN lusting after me, your boss! Why, your career would be ruined, wouldn't it? So signing over your savings to me is probably a more sensible option. You seem reluctant to admit your hosiery fixation, but that's just fine, I know I can tease it out of you, if I just start removing my clothes - my shiny high heels, my blouse and pencil skirt - until I'm naked except for my heavenly sheer, seamless black Wolford pantyhose