Somehow, you can

Ripe and tempting as she is, you **** your impulses under control even as she rolls her leggings and panties down to display her sweet round rump and the puffy lips of her labia.

"Pull your pants up Tamara," you order, putting some steel in your voice and stepping towards the door. "I won't report what I saw here, but learn some discretion and a sense of propriety." She looks at you crestfallen as you step out of the room and shut the door behind you, thinking to yourself that you sound like a stuffy old man.