Sam was quite tempted to hit him, but she knew that if she did, her arms would just end up bound again, and she didn't want that. As soon as he let her arms go, she just about jumped off his lap, though her clumsiness caught up with her again and she tripped over her own feet, landing with a soft thud on the floor. She just sighed, sitting there for a moment, thinking of what to do. She really didn't want to strip down any more and she didn't want to strip him down either. She stood back up, only to have his tails continue playing with her body. She shifted awkwardly, still quite uncomfortable with all of this. His touches did feel nice, and she was very glad he was being gentle with her. She didn't really know why he was being this nice to her. He could have just torn her clothes off and raped her a while ago. She leaned over his legs, shaky hands reaching slowly for the button on his pants. She undid them carefully, making sure to touch as little of him as she could, then pulled back. He would have to move if he wanted them completely off. She stood back, hooking her thumbs in the tops of her panties, but paused, hesitating. She didn't want to take them off.