“You’re teasing me!” she said. “You were very keen to touch my pussy earlier today, why not now, for fuck’s sake?”“There’s no rush, is...there? Or will your pussy close up for the night once the sun sets?”“Ohhhh ... you teasing bastard!” she exclaimed. “Here I am, as horny as all fuck, and you just want to delay things. You had your turn at being in control, and commanding me, now it’s my turn. Rub my pussy, finger my cunt!”“Yes, Mistress, as you command,” I replied.“You’d better, and make sure. I could see her right arm laying on her tummy. I could see that she was moving her wrist and her legs were open. It was clear to me that she was using something between her legs.I watched her for the longest time before looking up at the TV to see what it was that she was watching. I saw a woman with a lot of different men, and she was straddling one man with another man right behind her. The woman was sucking another man's dick and other men were standing around waiting their turn.I did not. “I know, but you girls are way more important to me than holding on to my comfort zone.”Lana showed up a few minutes later and we piled into her car to go to lunch. We were going to a place nearby and when we got there, everyone was waiting for us.There were hugs all around and then we sat and had our lunch, chatting back and forth. Toward the end of the meal, the topic of the afternoon came up and I suggested that we might all want to be there for Tabby since things were likely to be less than. The time I truly love to just look at her legs is when she is alone with me and not wearing a stitch of clothing but not when she’s being sexy but when she’s just walking around. Her legs, without the restrictions of clothing or the distraction of their decoration, become those of a living breathing Venus de Milo. Her legs are longer, and sculptured in a way to cause my breathing to stop. I just gawk at her. Every movement of them slows begging me to gaze at them. They are so gorgeous that I.