"Please?" Tracey begged. "I want to make it…up to you." Her gasps came quick and desperate. Her vision was really beginning to darken and she thought she might pass out. When Sara finally let go, Tracey fell back weakly and gulped in air.
Seeing how angry Sara was, Tracey felt ashamed. Shame could be really sexy but not this kind of shame. Hanging her head, she slowly got up and moved over to her robes. Taking the necklace off, she tucked it away safely into the pocket of her robes.
Moving back to stand in front of Sara, she folded her arms in front of body and clasped her hands. Looking down submissively, Tracey whispered, "I'm sorry." She hoped she hadn't ruined everything. She really needed this…