"I want you to get off, right here, in front of everyone."

"What?"

Tracy grinned like a card shark, the type who smelt blood in the water, the one who you had raised into and suddenly realised might have the pocket pair aces. She definitely had Luke's nuts in her hand.

"You don't quite understand the new status quo. So I'll show you.

"I want you, my dear, lovely wife, to get on that coffee counter and start touching yourself. Get off. Do whatever it takes. Achieve orgasm. And I want you to get turned on by your embarrassment and exhibitionism. And I want you to do it while taking your clothes off.

"Go. NOW."