He drops his belt and pants, loses his tie and opens his shirt. But all I can see is his huge erect dick.

I start gabbling nervously "I ain't telling ya where the stuff is Smiffy. So just let me go - right now - and I promise I won't say nuffin about all this, nuffin! OK?"

But 'e ain't listening to a word I'm saying. He just pulls off 'is shirt and gets closer.