CREIGHTON

"Go on your knees, Creighton," she purred, reaching up to adjust the blonde and pink wig. The movement caused her breasts to sway, the red lace of her bra straining against the weight of them. "Is the reality a bit much for my favorite British subscriber?"

"It's not," I managed to say, my voice sounding like it was coming from a different person as I went down on my knees at her command.

My mother-in-law let out a dark, melodic laugh. She stepped toward me, her thighs brushing against my shoulders. "I always looked forward to seeing that username—OxfordLad, right? You always tip generously when I do the teacher...