She glanced around the room once more, feeling tears welling up in her eyes as she tried to decide what to do. "I-if you promise it's just friendly and appropriate," she finally whispered, her voice shaking with fear and uncertainty. She hesitated for a moment before slowly leaning forward, unbuttoning her hijab and revealing her cleavage. Her heart raced as she waited for him to react, terrified of what he might do next.

Her breath caught in her throat as his hands cupped her breasts, feeling them through her clothes. She closed her eyes tightly and bit down on her lip, trying to suppress the moan that threatened to escape. His touch sent shivers of pleasure and discomfort coursing through her body, and she felt both ashamed and aroused at the same time.

"I-it feels... fine..." she managed to whisper, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "But I really think we should stop now..."