She felt his wet, pursuing tongue attempting to insert itself between her tightly pursed lips, and when she opened her mouth to cry out in protest, he slipped it hotly into her mouth.

His hands kept stroking at her breasts and then began to rove the full length of her body, over her flat belly and down to her thighs, which were exposed by her hiked up skirt. Her stockings covered most of the smooth white flesh where her garter belt caught the filmy material and held it up. Sam went straight for the warmth of her creamy thighs, savoring the silky skin beneath his fingers as though it were some precious material he was contemplating buying.

"Oh, no," she thought. "NO!" A million thoughts went racing through her brain… thoughts of Tim at home… what would he think! Of her mother… of her virginity, which she had so carefully saved for Tim… of the promise she had made to herself to never have any kind of sexual relations with anyone but her husband… and here she was being forced to submit to this man's lewd, forced touches.

"No…" she gasped, sensing that a crucial moment had come and that she was now really helpless.

Managing to pull her head back slightly from his probing tongue as she spoke out her desperation, her breath coming haltingly… "You can't be serious… Please let me go!" she urged.

To her surprise, he answered, "All right," and abruptly let her loose. He sat up behind the steering wheel and slowly adjusted his tie.

"Sorry," he said, turning the key in the ignition… "That won't happen again."

"Again!" Kate thought… pulling down her skirt and adjusting her suit.