No

“Helen, stop it,” Commander Smith said, grabbing the drunken woman by her shoulders and pulling her up from his lap.

“Aw, come on, Dickie,” Helen slurred her words. “Let me just suck your dick a little for you.”

She leaned forward, her hands reaching once more for Smith’s buckle and fly.

“You’re a married woman,” Commander Smith replied, trying to keep her from lowering her head back into his crotch.

“So?” she stared up at him with glassy eyes. “It ain’t like I’m going to be cheating on my husband. I’m only going to give you a little head.”

She shook her shoulders free of his grasp and dove for his groin again.