Sienna looked at her and took my words. She didn't stop massaging, but she looked at my butt. She looked at the pile covered with a towel, and perhaps imagined what it looked like. I pushed my pelvis discreetly to make it look even bigger and firmer. She was massaging, but she was still looking at him.
“I guess you're right,” she said at the end.
“You bet I do, Sienna,” I said. “Look at him and see for yourself.”
“No, not again!”
Now or never. “I beg you not. We are both women. If you're interested, take off the towel and look. It's nothing.”