It rustled and shifted over my petticoats. I shivered, the heat growing in my pussy. That molten passion swelled. My hands clenched as he exposed more... and more of the lacy petticoats beneath.“Let me help, Master,” Greta said. She moved up before me, her own skirts swishing, and clutched at the layers of petticoats, lifting them. “She’s going to glow.”“You are such a wicked husband, Sven,” I groaned as they exposed my legs. Then my rump. I found myself bending over anyways, that heat burning in. I wait in the foyer of the Plaza Hotel, trying to be anonymous, hoping the car is not late. A stretch limo pulls up all dark windows, a door opens and beckons me over, I have just enough time to drop the shawl and hurry to the car, as I enter two pairs of hands grab me and force me back in the seat, my arms are restrained and a bar is forced between my knees spreading my legs wide, ice is applied to my exposed nipples making them stand out, clamps are applied to keep them erect. A voice asks. It dawns on me that I haven’t tipped Fred in quite a while. I take 7 $100 bills out of my pocket, fold them in half and as he’s holding the door open, I stuff them into his shirt pocket. He tries to politely object but as usual, I won’t hear of it.The box trucks have me curious. I walk over to one of the drivers and ask what they are bringing. He tells me that it is high-end furniture. As soon as the driver told me it was high-end stuff, I knew that Melanie was behind this.I went inside and was. My hand was around her shoulder, inside her kurti, fondling her boobs. In a few minutes, there was an interval. We sat straight. Then went to the washroom and came back. Drank water, which we both wanted badly. The movie started again and soon, she was on my lap with her kurti raised high.I was again sucking her boobs. I slide my left hand inside her legging and started rubbing her pussy over her panty. She just got a current and held my head tightly over her boob. A signal for me to get rough.