Crime-Stopping 101

I dart out the window and speedily catch up with the thief.

"Going somewhere?" I dart in front of him, seeing his stocking clad face in the full moonlight.

"What the fuck!?" he exclaims as I feel his gaze drift down to my legs. This very large black man grips the lady's purse tightly as he tries to process what he's seeing. "What are you some sorta faggot?"

Fuck! I love being degraded, my gloved hand drifts down to my small cock, obvious in my tight hose and leotard.

"I-I-I'm here to stop you..." I mutter, barely audible as I look at his tan nylon covered face.