The room fills with the soft sounds of their bodies meeting, the therapist's breath ragged as she loses herself in the rhythm. Her lips find the patient's, their tongues dancing, exploring. She guides the woman's hand to her own throbbing center, encouraging her to touch, to feel the heat, the hunger. The patient's fingers tentatively explore, eliciting a moan from the therapist, spurring her on. She drops to her knees, her tongue replacing her fingers, licking, teasing, until the patient's body convulses with pleasure, her cries echoing in the room, a symphony of their shared secret.