There was something in her fingers. Or maybe it was her warmth he could feel as the crown of his head touched those soft pillows on her chest.
Was it intentional, he did wonder. In the morning too she had it right in front of his face making him feel all sorts of ways. And now…
Sigh!
Seriously, it's a sin to be this perfect, he thought. Her height as opposed to his height had many advantages. When was the last time he enjoyed a massage, he didn't remember. He used to visit massage parlors in the past and he stopped going there as the women there tried to take advantage of him. When he tried to ask for male masseuses, rumors of a different kind started to spread.
Maybe he can train her to be his masseuse. She is already so competent.
He's found that she's competent in a lot of things. She did a pretty good job of cleaning and bandaging his wounds too. She's competent at other things too, like cutting off the d*ck of men.
