Reversed
Granted, it's his, but I'm blackmailing him, for God's sake!
"I'd rather flash this whole crowd!", I threaten.
"You wouldn't!", he dares. I slowly raise my hands up to my top, and pull it down, taunting him. 1/4 of an inch, 1/2 of an inch, then 1 inch. Suddenly:
"Okay, okay, you made your point!", he gives up, "Put it on".
Hot Chapters