"You heard me," Widow repeated. "Drop your pants."
Not wanting to piss Widow, Logan sighed and undid his pants, allowing them to fall. Without wasting a moment, Widow squatted down, her eyes fixed on his semi-erect cock.
"I don't know if I should feel offended or praise your self-control," she said, flicking his cock. "Was my body not enough to get you excited?"
Between his embarrassment and Widow's question, Logan didn't know what to say. Sure, she looked hot, but not everyone found visual stimulation to be enough.
Unfortunately, Logan couldn't tell Widow that or the psycho would castrate him herself. When talking to someone of Widow's status, one had to be extremely careful, and that's what Logan did.
"Y-You are very attractive," he mumbled. "It's just the situation is a bit..."