As far as I was concerned, it was irrelevant if I liked it or not. He shouldn't be doing it. He should just back off and leave me alone, and I told him so, giving a detailed description of him, his personal habits, his parents, and his ancestry to the nth degree.

He laughed and kept on massaging me.

After ages of torment he finally suggested that all good things must come to an end.

"You really want my hand gone?" he asked, and I nodded urgently. Damn right I did.

To my surprise it seemed he was actually removing his hand. He stopped stroking me and teasing me and...