So I've seen you at work, trying to conceal what's under your shirt, but every now and then I catch a glimpse of red and blue and I ask you over to question you about it. On the pretense of small talk and adjusting your tie, I rip open your shirt confirming my suspicians...under your suit and tie you like to wear a superman suit, the big red and yellow S on your chest tightly emphasising your tight muscular abs...I start teasing you about this fetish of yours, humiliating you over how pathetic I think it is, that you get your rocks off pretending to be superman...I quote some Lois Lane quot... Show more