Lisa reached below her top, and she pulled it up. Her breasts burst into view. They looked fantastic. Lisa's pale skin and pink nipples shone in the daylight.

"You better watch the road!" she said.

"Don't worry about me." I laughed. "Lisa, pinch your nipples."

I guessed that she was in a compliant mood, or perhaps too stunned to push back against my insistent tone. She took each nipple between a thumb and forefinger and began to pinch and mash them.

I was in heaven. I had imagined this day for a long time. The reality was better than the dream.

"Smile for the camera, Lisa."

I had fixed a...