The first time a gs was even appealing to me was when a longtime Goddess of mine, now retired, had to relieve Herself in mid-session. She lived in Vegas and traveled to the East Coast once a year so I would see Her only three times a year. I was so into the scene I was allowed to crawl on my hands and knees to watch Her and remove her thong. In person she was always in Her "alter ego" as she put it, but we would usually talk about the session a day later and we'd discuss what worked, what didn't and what we could do next time. As our next visit approached I mentioned my interest in receiving Her "golden essence" as she put it, on my torso. She dismissed my request saying I couldn't handle it. But, in the middle of the next session, She ordered me to the bathroom and I received Her essence. I was then told to quickly shower and return to the hotel bedroom where She berated me for groveling for Her essence and the session continued... without the Goddess wearing Her thong.