No

You wait for a moment, not intervening yet, as Emma stares into the aisles of books, one hand still gently resting against her thong covered pussy. "I can't do this....." she mutters to herself, but you notice her free hand is already at the hem of her tank top, lifting it a tiny bit, enough to reveal the soft skin of her naval.

She bites her lip as she continues to slide the tank top upwards, now enough to see the bottom of her matching black bra. As she does her other hand begins to work as well, slowly guiding back and forth against her pussy. A moan escapes her lips and she suddenly stops her hand, both hands grabbing her tank top and hoisting it up and over her head.

When you first saw her you realised she had potential, but seeing her now in nothing but stockings, bra and thong you realise that this girl is not only stunning, but also seems to be incredibly open to your powers.

You're suddenly broken from your thoughts as you notice her completely stop, her head whipping around to look at a nearby clock. 8:30 am. "I can't." She says again, "people will be here soon."