A sly smile spreads across her face as she watches your desperation. "Oh, you want to see it that badly?" She steps closer, her breath hot on your ear once more. "Fine." With a quick movement, she pulls out her phone and brings up the video app. The screen lights up with an image of John's room: the bed neatly made, clothes hung in the closet. And then there's you: fast asleep in your underwear on top of the covers.
"You know,"
That's not compromising, that's just me sleeping!
Her eyes narrow as she studies your reaction. "Maybe I shouldn't show you anything else," she says slowly, "if you can't even handle a little harmless footage like that." She pauses for effect. "But if you really want to see more..." Her hand slides up under your shirt, groping at your breast. "...then maybe we could make a deal."
Her other hand moves to the front of her pants, slowly stroking herself through the latex as she watches you squirm. "