Unable to handle the stress of the situation, she began to drink, as she usually did. She reached into her bag that hung at her side and eyed the amou...t of money she had and then pulled out her flask of grog and took a swig. As each contestant stepped onto the stage, she would listen to what they had to offer and she would bid what she could afford, still saving enough to hopefully win Lance. She drank in between each one and between each bid. She was completely and utterly drunk. She had not. I put my hand up her shirt and started grabbing her tits in her bra. Then got my hand under bra and was fondling her tits and nipples, which were kinda hard, not totally, but not limp. Every now and then I would call to her and still nothing. So my hand goes down her pants and under her panties. Now back then, few women shaved their pussy, so the first thing I felt was her actually kind of trimmed bush then her pussy. Which wasn't dry, but it wasn't soaked either. And I just had to. I played. It was Cheryl. She gasped and signaled for me not to react. I recovered as quick as I could and resumed greeting him and introducing my staff. What was interesting is he never mentioned Cheryl’s name or that she was his daughter. She was his assistant and interpreter and of no concern. Well, the evening was pleasant but complicated. I had difficulty concentrating on the conversation having to look at and talk through Cheryl the entire evening. She was dressed in a long red embroidered jacket. Whatever's on turned out to be the film adaptation of "Fifty Shades of Grey". He smiled. Depending on what Elle did next he would feel a lot more sure of himself. The movie's opening credits concluded and, to his delight, Elle did not make any move to change the channel to something a little less inappropriate to be watching - while tipsy - with her daughter's husband. He pretended to watch the movie, but really he was just thinking of the slight pressure Elle was placing on his crotch with her.