

Part 2/3 . “Look up at me gorgeous”. I did as asked, catching the bulge in your pants out of the corner of my eye as I did so. “Open your mouth, show me those pretty teeth”. Your eyes fixed on my mouth, my braces, as I obeyed, and all amusement was replaced by laser-sharp focus. Your fingers slowly moved to the zipper of your trousers. They continued to fumble there as you breathed your next command, “wider”.