Of course not, my pussy rules my body.

He had stepped back to film my whole body. My long blonde hair, my little red t-shirt. My cute pink panties. My white socks sticking above the jeans round my ankles.

"Lift your t-shirt" he suddenly commanded.

"Fuck you!" I retorted automatically, my logical brain surfacing over my arousal.

"We can do that later if you insist." He chuckled. "Right now I want you to lift your top. If you don't want to, I will have to send this video to Tom." I squeaked in alarm and looked up at him.

Big mistake.

He now had my face on my video as my hair moved to the side, leaving me standing in t-shirt and panties in a store.

"How do you know him?!" I squeaked. Tom was my boyfriend of 2 years. I grew nervous at the thought of him knowing.

"He is in your contacts you silly girl. Now lift your top up." He looked at me expectantly. I knew I was trapped now. I wasn't about to have my boyfriend find out about this. I glare at him and took hold of the bottom of my shirt. A quick glance around for other people in the shop and I slowly drew my shirt up to my chest. I swallowed hesitantly.

"Keep going......" he commanded. My body responded to his commanding tone as I lifted the shirt up to my neck and left it there. Thank god I had worn a cute black bra today. He stepped closer, the camera in my face again. Recording my expressions. He panned down my naked torso, taking in my bra, my panties. My pussy was getting wetter and my panties were now plastered to the cameltoe he had created for me.

My heart raced. A stranger was now closely inspecting my damp panties and seeing how they clung to my lips obscenely. My strange desire to have my panties exposed had gone further than I could ever have imagined.