Her hands

“Time to take you in hand,” Martha says, and then begins to walk around you. “I can see the way you look at me, at my body,” she says, “but don’t think you can have me.” She stops in front of you, and then turns around, letting you admire her curvaceous bodystockinged body. “No, you can’t have this,” she says, as she continues to walk around you, and then, when she’s behind you, she leans into your ear and whispers, “but I can have you, whenever I want, and don’t forget it. Like now...”

Suddenly her arm’s around your throat and you're struggling to breathe.

“Don’t fight it,” she says, as she continues her headlock. “Just give in.” And then her hand’s over your mouth and nose. “The more you struggle, the quicker you’ll run out of air.”