Jillene Mercer's hands are magic, transforming tense muscles into putty. As she works her way down her client's back, she feels his body tense in anticipation. She grins, knowing she's found his trigger point. She leans over, her breasts pressing against his back, and whispers, 'I can help with that, you know.' She guides his hand between her legs, showing him just how much she wants him. With a wicked smile, she turns him over, straddling him, and begins to ride him, her hips moving in slow, sensuous circles, bringing them both to a mutual, sweaty, panting orgasm.