"Honey, I can honestly say I've never heard anything like it. I wonder..." Frankie prevaricated, his arm snaking around her to cup her left breast lightly.
"You wonder what, Mr. Fame?" Claire enquired enthusiastically as he squeezed her boob through her dress. She would have stopped him but she didn't want to interrupt his train of thought and virtually every other man she'd met this evening had tried to do the same so she couldn't blame him for copping a feel.
"No don't worry, I need to get off and meet my girlfriend," he said, although he didn't move except to begin groping her with both hands.
"No please, don't go yet," Claire begged. "What were you going to say about my singing?"
He seemed fascinated by her massive t**s, although it was difficult to tell through his sunglasses. She
