Another cameraman filmed them as they kissed hungrily, giving cock hardening close-ups of their tongues in each others mouth."Jesus Christ mum," I sai... softly as I stroked her thigh. "That's bloody sexy." Mmm," she agreed. "That's Ginny, her husband is the one on the floor, dirty sod." Dirty lucky sod," I interrupted and she laughed."And your dad was the other cameraman."Back to the camera on the floor that was showing Ginny's fingers stroking the front of mum's panties.Mum lay her head on my. That file and its contents have been classified. Delete it. Now, please.”I had no choice. They made me unlock my phone and delete the file, plus the iCloud backups.“You’re a smart guy so you can probably get it back somehow, but I’d advise against it. Possession of that file is a criminal offence.”“I GOT you that file!”“Yes. But you have absolutely no clearance to know what is in it. I’m sorry, Martin. I know you gave MI6 a copy as well, but we have coordinated with them.”“I see. Must have been. After getting instructed on how to mix them, I had two twenty pound packages to lug though my gate back to my room.I now did something slightly different after returning home. I didn't destroy the picture, any more. I had learned a new way to deactivate it, which I always did, as soon as I was through the gate.I could feel the magic depart from the picture, and once I did that. I took my two bags of mix to my studio, and set them on a table. I was going to have to get a mixing bowl of some sort. This time when the dance was over, he didn’t make any attempt to hide his erection. When he led Helen back to the couch, he lingered in front of her to show off his huge bulge as he took a drink from his beer. I caught my wife staring at his crotch, after all it was only inches from her face and impossible to ignore. I managed to get two of the next several dances, and when Greg finally excused himself to unload some of that beer, I grabbed Helen and pulled her into my.