Not yet...

She walks up to you and begins caressing your leg, admiring your physique.

"Mmm... I don't think we're done yet..." she sensually purrs while still maintaining her air of authority.

Her hand slowly travels up your leg, along your thigh before stopping just short of your crotch.

You try to keep your composure, but her touch (Yes! That must be it! She must be vexing you with her feminine wiles!) is very... distracting... and you feel your already-too-small shorts get even tighter.

"Oh?" She says with a coy smile. "What are you hiding here?" She gently and oh-so-briefly grazes your bulge with the back of her hand, eliciting a moan from your lips.

"I think we better check it out..." she says as she grips the shorts and starts to oh-so-slowly pull them down your legs.

Your breath grows ragged and your cheeks redden even further at the thought of her taking your last remaining shred of modesty.