I'm getting hornywatching you and thinking about what you're going to get up to." I'm not going to get up to anything. I'm only going for a drink with...im." Liar, liar, pants on fire."I tried to stare her down, but we both dissolved into giggles."OK, I may have to take one for the team."She laughed. "Babe, promise me you won't get up to anything Iwouldn't." Doesn't leave me much wiggle room, does it?" Come back safe. Shane and the boys will be around so you'll be allright."Shane had suggested I. Those videos allow me to experience the Worship Sessions again and again, like I’m locked in a time-warp. I’ve had 4 Worship Sessions with Miss Leigh now, 2 where She had another Goddess with Her. So that’s 8 hours of video from the Sessions, and I always send Her an edited clip afterwards with an overlay of me pants-spunking, at the precise moment where the girls made me during the Session. I also send a photo and video clip of my wet patch too, which makes Her laugh a lot. The lovely thing. I adjusted myself slightly in my seat not believing my own physical reaction and Angie said “yeah gets me wet thinking about it too”. I didn't respond but she was right, my nipples were hard and I was getting wet thinking about a big hard black cock fucking me while some inept limp fuck watched. She said watch this, and barked to David and he appeared immediately. Then she told him to get the robe off. He flinched and did as he was ordered. The panties he had on barely covered his little hard. He was fast resigning himself to this night being one-sided, but for some reason that didn’t seem so bad. Her body was responding to every touch, and there seemed to be a bright sense of getting something back on an entirely mental level, the physical be damned. Despite her movement to accommodate him, his attempt to slide his hand into her skirt stalled by the form-fitting denim. Attractive skirt on her, showing off her slim hips and tight bottom to devastating effect, but it also clung to her.