We love to watch Jenny Mac masturbate. First, though, we undress her. Each item of clothing was carefully removed. Each item is set carefully on the chair in the corner. Then, when she’s fully naked, we help her onto the table. We open the windows. Fresh air and the sounds of the city in the late afternoon drift in. Someone is at the window in the high rise across the way and can see you, Jenny. We tell her not to worry. We know the possibility of being observed will only add to her arousal. We hand her the ripe pear.

“What’s this for?” She asks.

“To hold while you touch yourself. To squeeze.”

“Do it now,” We tell her.

“Take your time.”

Her middle finger edges into her sexual crease. A small whimper escapes her throat. Her strokes are slow, her middle finger pulling upward alongside her clit. Gradually the motion becomes circular. Faster, her breath catches. Her nipples are erect. The skin of her chest is flushed.