Despite Sam's grip on her throat, which was deliberately gentle, Karen found her breath coming in quick sharp pants. She couldn't believe how well Sam had understood, and how willing he was to enter into her fantasy with her. She was as aroused as she had been at the shoot; more so, since, unless she used the safe words, (and she had no intention of doing so,) Sam was out of her control. In her breathy, scared-little-girl-voice she squeaked: "Oh no! Please...I'll be good...I'll say it." He she paused to pass her tongue provocatively over her full red lips. She locked eyes with her attacker, and said, in a much...