When asking for hemming in the men's clothing corner fitting room, the female store clerk kneels down at my feet to measure the length, and at that moment, the face of the married store clerk comes to the height of my puffy crotch, so I unconsciously start fantasizing. I get excited by the situation of being alone with a beautiful apparel store clerk in a narrow space. When I intentionally let the pants I'm trying on fall, I show her the erect d***...