"I could go for a massage."

When she agreed to his offer of a massage, Johnny wasted no time getting started. He dropped to his knees before her, slipping one of her small, slender feet out of its strappy sandal, and began rubbing slow circles in her perfect arch, along her dainty ankle and up her firm calf. Jane sat transfixed, amazed that Johnny Depp, of all people, was touching her feet. She felt quite unworthy.

His hands moved further, his light stokes behind her knees making her shiver. He slowly kneaded the outside of her thighs, then moved his hands inward, pushing her knees slightly apart. Johnny's gentle touch, coupled with the **** uniqueness of the situation, was making Jane quite excited, and she was sure he could smell her scent.

His hands advancing inch by slow inch up the insides of her thighs, Johnny asked in a soft, sultry tone, "So, Jane, have you given any more thought to the orgasm?" Leaning to kiss her knees, he added, "I'd love to do a little research of my own... find out if you taste as sweet as you smell."