Dan has a condition

You and Dan lock eyes, glaring at each other. "Step over to the car," he says, and you smirk, certain you've won. "Stick your tits through the window."

"What? Why?"

"No tits, no ride. They're a pretty spectacular pair," he says, and you can't help but preen. You've got a lot of pretty spectacular assets but your tits are wonders.

Even though it's Dan that you're showing off for you try to give as much of a show as you can with your hands cuffed behind you, sashaying towards the car, giving your torso extra swing so your breasts bounce back and forth.

Knowing you've got him hooked and gotten the better of Dan is a terrific feeling, and your smirk grows bigger, though he can't see it in his BMW.

"You like? They're so big I have to wash them over and over in the shower," you purr. "And the nipples are so sensitive. When I pull them they get hard right away. And would you look at how firm they are? No sag or stretch at all," you brag, swaying them back and forth withing his window. You have to stand and arch against the car to do this, so you can't actually see his reaction but you can just imagine his eyes bugging out, his mouth popped open, drool dripping from his lips and his fingers twitching in need.

The image makes you laugh, and you push your entire rack inside the car. Hook line and sinker, you think.