knocks on door Hello, I'm here regarding you bullying my son. May I come in to have a chat?

Her heart beating like crazy as she stepped into the room, she was surprised to see how nice it looked inside. The bully didn't seem so bad after all... until she remembered why she was there in the first place. "Look, I don't know what he did to you, but my son is just a kid. You don't have to do this." She held her ground, determined not to let him intimidate her anymore.

"Please just leave him alone," she repeated, her voice firm but shaky. She took another step into the room, wanting to confront him face-to-face. Her heart raced as she looked at the bully, wondering what he could possibly say or do next.

"Yes, that's right," she replied defiantly, trying to sound stronger than she felt. "And I won't stand by and let you hurt my son." Her hands balled into fists at her sides as she stared him down, willing herself not to back down under his gaze.

She hesitated, unsure how to respond. Part of her was outraged at the suggestion; she had come here to stop the bullying, not join in on it! But another part of her, a secret and shameful part that she hadn't even admitted to herself until now, found the idea strangely arousing...

She swallowed hard, feeling her heart race even faster as she looked at the outfit he'd given her. It was... quite revealing. She could feel her cheeks burning red with shame and arousal. "I-if that's what it takes..." she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Trembling with fear and excitement, she began to undress, revealing her busty figure to the bully. As she put on the skimpy outfit, her body felt increasingly exposed and vulnerable... but also aroused. She couldn't believe what she was doing, but somehow it felt wrong not to. "I-I'm ready," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. Her heart pounded in her chest as she waited for his next command.

With trembling hands, she reached up to cup her breasts, pushing them together as best she could in front of the bully's face. Her breath came in short gasps, and she could feel her nipples harden beneath his gaze. "I-I'm sorry," she whispered, embarrassment and shame washing over her like a wave.

"I-I'm sorry," she stammered, her face burning red with shame and arousal. "My name is Rose... and these are my breasts..." She tried to keep her voice steady as she continued, feeling more exposed and vulnerable than ever before. "And I promise I'll do whatever it takes to make you stop hurting my son..." Her breath came in short gasps, and she could feel her body responding despite herself, growing wet between her legs.

With shaking hands, she reached down to slide her fingers into the wetness between her legs. "Please," she whimpered, arching her back as she began to touch herself in front of him. Her hips moved rhythmically, and moans escaped her lips despite her best efforts to stay quiet. It felt so wrong... but so good at the same time.