This vantage point was far superior than yesterday’s but he still wanted a closer look. He had to fight himself not to crawl under the table and perch himself between her legs. Briefly, he was reminded that this was Golden Girl Granger. A wave of shame rushed through him. He had no right to be here, spectating on this very personal event. Just as quickly, he bargained with himself. She was the one fucking herself in public. She wanted to get caught, or at least, she wanted the thrill for the potential of it. He was just participating, even if she wasn’t aware, in her secret desire.