As his hands started to travel down my body I had to supress a shiver, but I held completely still. When his hands paused at my breasts I squeezed my eyes shut tight and tried to resist the sensations bombarding my brain. His skin was warm, almost hot, and there were calluses that abraded my flesh in a shamefully pleasant way. I couldn't help but sigh as his hands traveled further south, partly in relief and partly in regret.
His comment about my privates shocked and scared me, how long is he going to keep me here? While he explored my vagina (which is the next thing to virginal, I've only ever had one lover) I found myself worrying about my goldfish (which was so stupid - this guy is probably going to rape and murder me, who cares about a damn goldfish) but the thought evaporated when he started playing with my clit. I gasped as unwanted pleasure invaded my body and began unconsciously rocking my hips back and forth against his hand. His question took a moment to register on my suddenly distracted brain.
When it finally did, I was kind of offended, "Of course not!"