There's a snag

Eric sighs to himself, his mind desperately trying to think of a way out of this predicament, but knowing that she has him over a barrel.

"Fine," he moans slowly, "but just for a few seconds"

With no further preamble he quickly pushes his trousers and boxers down, letting them pool at his feet, holding his hands out wide. "There, are you happy now?"

Louise, already snapping another photo shot him another grin. "Not as happy as you big boy," she teased staring at the semi hanging between his legs. "Take a step backwards."

Feeling unable to do anything else Eric again followed her command, feeling ridiculous waddling backwards practically naked from the waist down.

Of course the backwards step was your idea, enough that it didn't take much effort to shuffle the coat hanger on the floor between his legs.

"That's enough," Eric finally snapped, bending to pull his boxers and trousers back up, only to hear the sounds of tearing fabric once again. A glance downwards showed him the coat hanger pinning the now torn trousers and boxers to the floor.

"It's really not your day is it," Louise teased.