Blindfolded and vulnerable, the patient trusts her masseuse implicitly. The therapist, a raven-haired vixen, takes full advantage, her hands roaming, her touch turning from professional to provocative. Kneeling behind the prone woman, she spreads her cheeks, her heart pounding with illicit desire. She leans in, her tongue darting out to taste the forbidden fruit, her moans echoing in the silent room as she feasts on the unsuspecting patient's slick folds.