A hand eased its way into his loose waist band and she ran her fingers over a buttock he wasn’t wearing any shorts, as it had been ever since he got home. A finger delved into the crack, dragging a nail, and she felt him flinch – not with pain but excitement!

As Nate continued with his task, his hand was carefully undoing each of the remaining buttons. As he passed over Oliver’s mound, his little finger strayed inside the dress and delighted at the realisation that she was again knickerless. He undid the last button and, as if under his mind control, the dress fell away to either side...