Who was he to look a gift horse in the mouth and deny a lady her liquor? Especially one so eager to drink herself into a stupor and possibly give him the best hard on of his life. "You don't need music. You can sit in my lap and rub your ass and shake your tits for all I care," and picked up the bottle to refill it. At this rate, they'd run through the entire thing in an hour. He finished his own glass and filled it up, then set the bottle down so he could lounge back and relax, sipping the drink with his eyes watching her over the rim. "Bet he hasn't touched you in a long time..." and he let the tips of his fingers just brush lightly up past her knee to her hip.
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