Tarik leaned back on the chair and poured his vodka shot down his throat. It left a burning sensation in his food pipe. All the while his eyes were fixed on her face, with his mind working overtime to imagine the full face behind it.<br/><br/>He noticed her lean on the table with a graceful movement. Even the most beautiful face cannot hold a man's gaze forever, and especially if there is such an effortless seductive view forming just under it. His eyes gradually slide down from her face to her long shapely neck, and then to the her breasts which were tightly held by the fabric of her dress. Closely cuddled together with each other, as if they wanted to jump out and enjoy some fresh air.<br/><br/>"One or two, make up your mind", he replied, his eyes still eyeing those prisoners, with a sweet smile playing on his lips.