Sam laughed, she couldn't bite her lip hard enough to contain the reaction to ticklish brushing of his fingers.  The clashing sensation of the light brush over her hip tickling and the one over her center stoking the fire steadily building in her pussy had her gasping.  She lay before him, eyes closed, head back, mouth parted slightly.  Each breath she drew was quick and deep.   A few more strokes like that and she'd be panting.<br/><br/>She was mentally very relaxed now, but her body was tensing with arousal and anticipation.  "Mmmm quite relaxed." She answered with that same seductive smile.  Laying there, keeping her hands to herself not touching him was torture.  Sweet, amazing, blissful torture.