Sophia dropped her purse in surprise as Justin seized her.  She hadn't even taken two steps towards the wet bar and instead she was being pressed against the wall by the young stud, hands pinned up like a crucifix and his mouth on her neck.  That was already enough to tell her she was in for the time of her life.  It had been years since Norman had been seized by any passion like this.  Moreover Justin seemed to know how her body worked, his mouth going right for that tender skin of her neck that was so sensitive.  And he didn't just graze it with his lips, he bit at it, nipping, sending the signals to her body that an alpha male was here for her.<br/><br/>He moved one hand, and she could have escaped his grasp then.  But why would she?  She stood back pressed up against her wall, staring into the eyes of this young man who was running his hand down her body, teasing it.  She felt her nipple stiffen under his touch, pressing against the silk that separated him and her.  Sophia looked down as his hand ran lower, across the silk covering her stomach, pressing into the valley between her legs.  It was not a hesitant, hopeful touch, but much more, his hand rubbing against her pubic bone, grinding the two wisps of silk between him and it against her trimmed bush.<br/><br/>This was worth the money, to have this, no hesitation, no small talk, but straight to business.  Straight to pleasure.  "You're the guest," she answered him, finding a catch in her voice.  "So, please, drink whatever it is you like."  She stared at the windows opposite them, seeing the reflection of their bodies pressed against the wall.  She kept her hands up above her.  She let him do what he wished.