" I doubt that!" They had a few for sale. Some straight and some, like this one, with that funny curved handle thing."He'd chosen well, I decided as ... bent the rattan again, saying, "Come on then, bare your arse for me!" He dropped his pale blue slacks and his burgundy underpants. He looked faintly ridiulous standng there in just his Sasha Distel-stylee polo neck top. So I ordered him to take that off too, and totally naked bent him over a chair near the window. He had to stand on tiptoes. I put myhead down, trying to avoid eye contact, and trying to walk as girlie aspossible in the hope of getting away from them."Hey, what have we got here?" one of them shouted."Show us your tits, love," said another.I glanced up to assess the situation, but that was my downfall."Oh my god, it's a man dressed up." Yeah look at the fucking fag, what the fuck would possess you to dothat?" I've been forced," I said, thinking it would be the easiest way."Someone is blackmailing me." Yeah right," one. Then he slipped into a tan jumpsuit that had Sheriff’s Deputy lettered on the back in reflective letters, fastened his pistol belt around his waist, and slipped on a pair of combat boots with zippers up the side. He grabbed a dark brown baseball cap with ‘Deputy Sheriff’ in gold letters on the front, and headed back out to the kitchen. ‘When the buzzer goes off, the quiche I put in the oven is done,’ he told Abby. Then he was out the door, running toward his garage. He got in his patrol. “So picky, just like a girl, jeez,” he laughed.“We don’t have to do it at all,” I chimed back, feeling my emotions getting hot.“Yup, just like a girl, getting all cute when you’re mad,” Andy teased.I blushed, feeling a slight flutter inside and some anger building at the same time in a rush of emotion. Andy’s hands came back to my hips before I could walk away and pushed my panties down. When they hit the floor, he took his own underwear off and quickly embraced me, leading me to the bed. I.