I like to slowly undress them as they lie there. It’s part of the sensuality for me, running my hands over their clothed chests, undoing each button and pulling the cloth back before ripping the last of the seams, freeing them of the last armor they have. He was’t the first to have an erection - I suppose it’s somewhat natural for a male to take such actions from a woman as a signal for a physical arousal no matter the danger. Most are in denial anyway, their weak pathetic minds conjuring some other explanation for their predicament than what they have to know is coming. But his was different. I could see in his eyes that he knew what I was planning and he accepted it. He understood, and he was still as turned on as I was.