“You’re forgiven,” I patted her hand.
Petra moved further along the couch and arranged the pillows behind her head.
“It’s been a long night,” she yawned and nudged my leg with her foot, “you can quit while you’re ahead, you can stay the night here.”
“I’ll be fine,” I grabbed her foot.
She smirked and pushed against my hand.
“What’s this, am I your personal masseuse?” I raised my eyebrows.
“If the cap fits,” she raised her foot and put it on my leg, “go ahead.”
She put her other foot on my leg and giggled.
“Oh my God, I’ve teamed up with a nervous lesbian, most lesbians I know would have their hand halfway up my leg by now.”
I started massaging her foot and she closed her eyes and placed her hands over her belly. I’m pretty good with a foot massage although it was strange through s
