S: Would my Sir like a massage on his ass after a long afternoon sitting? I'll use my hands later.
D: Ahhhhhh... a breast massage, now you're using your talents.
S: Yes... boobies... oiled up boobies actually... and soft lips along your spine as they rub against your taut cheeks.
D: You missed your calling... should have been a massage therapist. You would give everyone a happy ending.
S: Perhaps not everyone... though I do enjoy giving a massage... my breasts move down to your thighs as my fingers come into play... kneading and massaging those cheeks... firm pressure... then small circles all over, pressing along your cleft.
D: The sensation of your oiled boobs on my thighs and your fingers between my cheeks makes me press my hips into the bed and my cock begins to stir.
S: You feel my fingers slip inside your ass crack... massaging around your puckered opening while one hand moves down to caress your tightening balls as you shift your weight... need to turn over, Sir?
D: I am feeling as though I'm lying on a log, but I want you to keep your hands right where they are, or where they are going. What do you think of my may pole? You may do anything you like with it.
S: Well, it would be good for you to ease up slightly... that'll give you more room... and give my fingers more room too! I can cup and massage your balls as one finger rubs and works its way into your tight hole... just as my hand slips forward to wrap around the base of that beautiful pole... it's very twitchy.