He does

Daniel glances at the security around him, who don't seem to have actually stopped the events occurring, completely unaware that it's your power that's preventing them from acting. With the panties sitting on the table in front of him, He slowly began to write the same message as before.

Deborah meanwhile was frozen in place. She could hear the chattering and gasps behind her, but she couldn't bring herself to look over her shoulder, well aware that her bare arse was on full display to everyone in the queue.

She glanced down. She could see her skirt, just sitting there on the floor. She could pull it back on, but that would mean bending over and showing everyone behind her far more than she wanted to. She couldn't believe she had gotten herself into this situation. One of her movie idols was sat in front of her, writing on her panties, his eyes occasionally glancing up, and from where he sat his eye line was perfectly matched with her pussy. Her wet pussy, she corrected. She could feel the moisture and heat between her legs. How could she be enjoying this level of exposure.

She felt a shiver run down her body, Daniel seemed to be writing impossibly slowly, given he was writing on such a small piece of material and she wasn't sure just how much more she could take.