finish the meeting, getting rather drunk

You have **** but to sit put and be Durga the Hutt's plaything as the meeting continues. Though the eating has stopped, Durga continues to drink sloppily from his massive goblet of wine, and brings some down for you to sip. Bored and looking for a distraction, you end up gulping down quite a lot.

You know your tipsy as you begin to enjoy the feeling of Durga's hands on your breasts, but it does truly feel nice. You find yourself playing with the breast his hand isn't on. You're just playing your part, you muse to yourself, as your hand slips under the cloth covering up your most private areas, reaching under the golden plate and the scarlet fabric, as you begin to touch your quickly wettening folds.

Your eyes get blurry and so you close them, simply melting into Durga's gelatinous body, letting his slime drip down you and coat you as he touches you all over, and you begin to finger your clit. Oh, it really does feel good, as you gently let your fingers dance on your labia.

You moan with pleasure and relief as Durga's hand finally joins yours down there, and you can instead grip the Hutt's arm with both your hands. He begins to slide his thick digit down your folds as you moan, having lost all context for what is happening. Your Master is skilled with his hands, you think to yourself, as you begin to tremble in his grasp. You buck your hips, helping him stimulate your womanhood as you groan just a little louder, sinking even deeper into his embrace.

You grind your hips on his hand faster and faster, feeling the release so close to you, you keep going, mewling and growling, groaning and moaning, until you let yourself go with little whimpers, feeling the cascades of pleasure rock your body. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck~ Oh Master~" you realize you said it out loud, but you don't really care. You let yourself slip off in your alcoholic haze as Durga's hands caress your body...