She Is too shocked to move.

Emma felt her heat hammering away in her chest. Each breath rasped through her mouth. Her limps felt like they had been frozen in place. Mr. Stevens just leered at her.

"What nothing to say? Not going to defend yourself? You must really know what a dirty slut you are. And to send them to Chris of all people." He tutted disapprovingly. "You could do so much better."

"Please...those are private...none of your business." She felt her cheeks burning.

"None of my business? That's where your wrong, you little whore. What you do in my class is my business." He leaned back in his chair and started to flip through the photos in her gallery now. Each time he came to a juicy one, he flipped her pink phone around for her to see. "This one of you squeezing your tits as you cum is especially good. Nice lighting." He said mockingly.

Emma looked down at the floor; shame was boiling up inside her. "Please...What do you want? I'll do anything."