If she wasn’t as big as I was, I may well have punched her lights out for the insult. Ironic really, wasn’t it?We both played the role of the dom...natrix later in our time together, but I emphasize the word ‘played’, and only for fun. The first time wasn’t until after this night, but this is as good a place as any to include the account of what happened.(The idea was mine, as you might expect and it was something I’d read in a book. The book purported to be the memoirs of a rich man’s. Your other hand leaves your hot, throbbing breast, moves down over your quivering belly to hover over your pumping mound. Your fingers begin lightly tracing across your sensitive clit. They dip downward to collect some of your hot juice and then return to massage the hot little button of flesh. You touch lightly at first, then with more urgency as your body twitches with little electric shocks. Your hand moves down to position your fingers at the entrance to your parted lips. One finger moves. Helped that she was kinda cute: little pixie face, tight body, small enough to control with one hand if you had to. She reckoned her ass was too big, but hell, so do half the women on the planet, and all but a few of them are plain wrong. Shit, what I wanted to do was stay in, call for pizza, have a coupla beers, read a little: simple stuff like that. Didn’t much care if she stayed or went, tell the truth. What I didn’t want was to come across like some asshole who just wanted to fuck and run.. 'Lay on the bed face down and I will massage your aching calf muscles,’ she said. I lay on the bed face down as requested and Faye sat on the side of the bed, level with my hips. ‘What do you fancy Raspberry Soother or Relaxing Cucumber and Aloe Vera,’ she enquired. ‘I like the sound of raspberry,’ I laughed. She poured some oil along the length of my left calf and with one hand spread it thinly over my skin. Faye then repeated the process on my right calf. She then proceeded to massage.