She shook her head like she was clearing out some cobwebs then blurted out, "I didn't order these." Max, in his most humble and stoic way just pointed... at me at the end of the bar. I raised my mostly empty glass in cheers. She smiled back in thanks. She slammed back the shot, skipping the lime and grabbed up her things, relocating herself next to me at my end of the bar. "Thank you kind sir. You must be a carnival worker with amazing drink guessing skills like that." "I didn't think you looked. I had kept my laptop bag on my lap nobody could know what was happening. My penis was very erect slowly I slid my hands behind her and placed it on her left breasts, we both were not looking at each other, only our hands were playing. I was feeling lucky as she herself had made the first move and very few times a females takes a bold step like this when she knows that her hubby is sitting in the front seat of that same Cab.I started to squeeze her breasts lightly, oh what a feeling it was to. They drank some red wine but not to the extent of getting drunk. Sathya managed to find out few more personal things about her. Her very first boyfriend was her best friend’s cousin, Shree but they broke off after he left to the UK a year later to further his studies and she somehow got news that he has met someone else there. Her second boyfriend was a guy by the name of Guna who two timed her with another girl. Kanna was her third. Sathya asked if there was going to be fourth one soon but she. Megan explained “Slave” quickly to me. It was like a version of poker, except whoever won a game got to make a demand from anyone in the losing group. That person either had to comply with the demand, or they dropped out of the game and became the slave of that person for the night. Being their slave meant you had to do whatever they asked. Megan added, “Watch out for Alice, she’s very, very naughty!” and she laughed. We gathered up some beer and wine and went back to the living room. We all.