In the dimly lit massage room, the therapist's hands roam, her touch growing bolder by the minute. She leans in, her breath hot on the client's ear, her tongue tracing the shell, causing a shiver. Her hands slip lower, cupping the client's full breasts, thumbs brushing against hardened nipples. The therapist's own body responds, her heart pounding, her panties dampening. She can't help but lean in, her tongue flicking out to taste the client's neck, her hands slipping lower still, seeking the heat between her legs.