On the empty desert she imagined that she was watching Jim through a one-way mirror, entering a room in the fancy house, she could picture the bustier...d prostitute, a tall, bleached blonde, silently issuing her coded commands to Jim’s ego. At the first signal, Jim would try to embrace her, bringing him close enough for her hands to begin working on his clothes. Then she’d have her hands in his pants, reaching into his briefs to straighten him up. She’d surely be sighing as if she enjoyed his. ." she paused again, "well, we were all sitting there, weren't we ... except there was Someone else there, too, standing in the centre of the room. I was thinking, 'how would I have anything to bring to a meeting?' I mean, I really wanted to be a part of things, but it's hard for me to say anything. At least..." she trailed off again. "Anyway, He came over to me and squatted down in front of me. He reached out and held my hands in His. He said..." she stopped again, looking round, and her eyes. "I don't know what to do." Why don't I help you this time, then next time you'll be able to do it yourself," Tasha suggested."I'm embarrassed," Erin confessed."Oh, don't be, silly," Tasha said, giving her a quick hug. "It's no big deal. I've done it for people before. And I do it for myself too," she added, untying her wrap-around skirt and letting it fall to the floor. "See," she said, standing with her feet spread and her hands on her inner thighs.Erin stared at the juncture of Tasha's thighs. Her lips wrapped tight around the base of his shaft, pulling him ever deeper. He grabbed her hips and began fucking her. Some part of her brain thanked the carpenter that built this table at the perfect height. Her feet were planted squarely on the floor, legs slightly bent. With each thrust, her thighs bumped against the table edge. Her chest and forehead rested on the table's surface. Her arms reached across to grip the opposite edge. She lifted up on her elbows as she felt his hands slide.