On squeaky hinges it slowly opened, and she appeared. In her hand she held a bottle of wine which she lifted in the air.“May I …?” she asked.“...lease do,” I replied, overjoyed to see her.“I thought I’d repay your kindness from last weekend. This is one of my favourites,” she said, sitting down and gesturing with the wine bottle. “I see you have been expecting me,” she added tauntingly, gesturing at the empty glass.She ignored my blushes and filled the glass and held the bottle out in my. "Your underwear too," he ordered. I obeyed and looked back, he stared into my eyes as he removed his own pants and underwear. I was embarrassed but couldn't help but stare at his huge black cock, it made my little boner look even smaller. As i sat back down he guided me so that i sat in his lap. His warm bare body felt so good against my own, his chest hairs tickling my back, his warm cock growing even harder under me. I rested my head back onto his shoulder as he resumed his petting and his. Before long, Leon had his hand on my crotch and was stroking my pussy through the thin fabric of my leggings, which I was wearing without panties, partly to avoid panty lines and partly because I knew Leon would love it. He slid his hand down my pants and I could see his face form a smile. "You aren't wearing panties, are you," he half-whispered, a little too loudly. The girls to my right looked discreetly over at us, and I could hear them whispering to each other, although I couldn't hear what. "Put it on, quickly please," she instructed with a wry smile. "I intend to get the most out of my hour."He hesitated a moment, but with her reminder of the bet, he complies. He certainly didn't want to give her any reason to think he is not going to live up to his end of the bargain. He valued her too much as a friend, and even thought of winning the next bet. He did regret not getting more of a chance to drink in the sight of her outfit. She was wearing thigh-high black boots, fishnet.