The room filled with the scent of lavender and the soft hum of a massage table. The therapist, a lesbian with a secret, began her work, her hands gliding over smooth skin. Her eyes wandered, taking in the curve of her patient's ass, the swell of her breasts. She couldn't resist, her tongue darting out to taste, to lick, to savor. The patient, unaware, let out a soft sigh as the therapist's tongue found her clit, circling, teasing, until she was lost in a sea of sensation, her body arching, her pussy dripping with desire, all while the therapist's skilled hands continued their innocent dance.