When they meet the atmosphere is intense. The attraction between them is electric. She approaches slowly. Each of them is absorbed in their thoughts. As she massages him with a thousand skilful touches his masculinity rears up. All its pride and power are there on view. But she has her own ways to bring him down. As the climax builds he can no longer resist where her hands take him. Who is it who has the power? Is it in his firmness? Or is it in her soft and supple fingers?