Push her further

"Show me Tamara. Get up on the desk and show what you're offering," you say quietly.

"What....please...."

"It's very simple Tamara. Pull down your leggings and get on the desk and show what you've got. Show off your tits while you're at it."

"Oh god...." she whimpers pathetically, standing and wriggling out of her leggings, pulling them and her panties down her creamy thighs. Sobbing softly, she fumbles at the buttons of her top, letting it fall open then undoing the front clasp of her bra, exposing a pair of sweet cupcake breasts, the pink nipples stiff and hard. She glances at you, her wet eyes full of shame and embarrassment, then slides onto the top of the desk.

Biting her lower lip she slowly opens her trembling thighs, showing you the swollen pink folds of her pussy, her mound tufted with a little landing strip of blonde fur.

"You can....can...have me....take me....sir....oh god...you can do what you want to me....please...please don't...don't show the video...please...."

"What do you want me to do Tamara?" you ask softly.

"What...whatever you want....oh god do whatever you want....fuck me like a....a bitch...take me....I'll do anything....oh god....please....."

"Show me what you're offering Tamara."

"What....what do...you mean?"

"Show me the slutty cunt you're offering. Come on Tamara, show me how much of a filthy whore you are."

Whimpering softly she trails her slim fingers down her belly, stroking her mound, looking at you from under lowered eyelashes, slowly spreading her pink folds open, showing her glistening wet pussy.

"It's yours...yours...." she whispers throatily. "Take me...oh god...take my filthy little whore cunt...fuck me....please...fuck me...."

You smile, stepping between her thighs, looking down at her wanton **** face, your phone recording every instant of her degradation and submission.