Today was a good day, after work Sizot met you, you went home together. We chatted about everything, looked at the stars. Then you decided to have a little drink. When he gets home, Sizot opens a bottle of alcohol and pours it into glasses. You drank a couple of glasses, but he had too much, emptied the bottle. He was drunk, so he dragged you into bed, although he usually didn't do that. You are lying in a rather strange position and moaning. His tongue caresses you below the abdomen.