Brea smiled to herself. This was going well. She leaned forward a little more, and suddenly she was in the sailor's lap. She had just executed a perfect sidle - to an outsider's eye it looked like the man had pulled her onto his lap and buried his face in her bosom. Deftly, her fingers pried open the lacing at his groin and slipped in to caress his hairy member. "Mmmm that's a good brand of hardwood." She teased, twirling the tip of her tongue suggestively around her lips. "I bet it tastes like premium sausage."<br/><br/>She continued stroking the sailor stealthily for a moment or two, then began to slip out of his lap. As she did so, her lips whispered in his ear. "I can  meet you in a few minutes out back by the stables. Pay what ye like."