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"I want you to touch yourself while I watch," he ordered, pouring himself another glass of whiskey.
"You never said anything about this," she counters.
"The rules clearly stated that I'm free to do whatever sinful things I wanted to do to you for the night. No questions asked," he repeated before taking a sip of his cold drink.
"How come you're not wasted?" she queried. "You took more than six glasses of that drink, so why are you still sober?"
His tolerance level for alcohol was starting to freak her out now.
"You're right," he remarked. "I did take more than six glasses, but the content in the bottle wasn't alcohol," he confessed.
Mona stared at him wide-eyed. "What? Why? How?"