You Really Aren't Mine
"You know if you keep on talking to a married woman like me in such a dirty way, I might just tell your mother and make her teach you some manners of how to treat your elders~..." Camila said in a coquettish manner to make sure that I didn't go too over her head and bully her while poking my abdomen as if she were checking if the rest of my body was as hard as my chest.
"Try it..." I said endearingly as I slipped my hand under her blouse and pulled on her bra strap that was hanging on her shoulder, like I was ready to pull it off at any moment. "...You'll see what happens then."
Camila immediately quieted down in a reluctant and pityful manner and looked to be wondering just why she was taking orders from a kid who wasn't even born when she was in college and how she couldn't resist any word that I said.