"Now I'm sure you've seen this on lots of TV shows," he said, still smiling in a friendly way. "You put your hands up against the wall and bend forward a little ways."

"But… uhm, aren't… I mean, aren't you gonna get a woman to do it!" Amy gulped, her face turning red in embarrassment.

"Wish I could, honey," he said, smiling and shrugging. "But we haven't got any women police. This is a small city, see. If it'll make you feel any better, I'm gay," he said, winking.

"Uhm…" She wasn't sure if it did or not.

"Come on now, let's get this over with," he smiled, turning her to the wall again. "Just raise those hands, that's a girl, and put them against the wall, no, further down, that's it, and apart. Now bend over more, and spread your legs apart. Wider. That's it, now just hold still like that."

Amy was incredibly embarrassed, standing like she was with her butt sticking out at him and her legs apart. But she got even more embarrassed as he gripped her wrists, then slid his hands up and down her arms to her body, then began to run his hands over her shoulders and back, and down onto her ass.

His hands kneaded her ass, moving all over it in what Amy thought was a more than adequate search, before they moved further down her legs. He slid them up her front then, cupping her heavy breasts. Amy was mortified, and bit her tongue as his fingers kneaded and squeezed her soft, full breast meat.

"Hmmm, there's a slight problem, honey," he said, taking his hands away.

"Wh… wh… what!" she stuttered.

"Well, your dress is too long for me to be sure you haven't got anything strapped or taped to your legs. Plus you'll have to take off those boots."

"I… I don't…"

"It's okay. It's just a little thing," he said as he pulled her upright. "Just take off the boots and dress."