Of course it is...

You can feel your face try to form a bewildered expression to match your mind set, but the cum makes it harder than it should be. Instinctively you stick out your tongue to clean around your mouth, before berating yourself. But its too late, and you can only swallow the tiny mouthful you've collected.

You look up at Emily and can't find a trace of the forgiveness promised in her eyes, her small nose wrinkled with disgust, her soft lips edged with displeasure...

You look towards Jack. He won't meet your gaze. You get the sense that you're not quite "human" to him anymore.

Your shoulders slump in defeat as you finally cast your eyes downwards, a concoction of shame, desire and fear weaving an intricate design in your gut as you fight the urge to lick up any cum getting too near to your lips.

You try to think of something to say, but you can't. Nothing seems appropriate. No, that's not right. It feels like you shouldn't speak without being spoken to. The realization of this new unspoken rule sends a shiver down your spine.

Your mind drifts back towards the camcorder and the sextape. You actually want to see it yourself, but are you ok with it being posted? Everywhere?