I lightly stroke the cheek of the young woman I am standing over. My beautiful Maimoona—Moona, as she likes to be called—the daughter of an old friend, and a young woman I had come to care for deeply since the time she had unexpectedly appeared on my doorstep a few short weeks ago. She is bound to the massage table, sweating and heaving, after experiencing her fifteenth consecutive orgasm since we started.
I peer over at my lovely assistant, and Moona’s lover, Jessica. Jessica is clad in a long, white lab coat for the occasion, and is holding her two-in-one laptop in tablet mode. She’s clutching the stylus in a white-knuckle grip, and jotting notes with wavering eyes.
“Fifteen?” I mouth in her direction.
Jessica nods slowly, and tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, before turnin
