The painter looked at Shweta and told him to untie the petticoat. Shweta came forward and without asking for my consent untied the knot. The producer ...nd the politician were bending over to get a glimpse of my panty. The painter came and told me that he has to pull it down as he wanted to complete the dancing girl’s legs. I did not response. With silence as acceptance, he asked producer to raise my hips gently so as to pull my petticoat. The producer was more than happy. His hands clutched my. His face registered shock, surprise, embarrassment, shyness a whole host of emotions while I remained “unaware” of what was happening. I “tried” to get the vessel holding sugar, positioned above the platform and in the process rubbed my cunt up and down his hand. In that brief moment when his hand became free he smartly turned his hand inside out so that his palm was now facing my cunt.As I rubbed up and down he slid his finger out and it rubbed on my clit. I moved off as if I didn’t notice. The emotional battering of the past rearing its ugly head. Instead he shrunk into the corner of the bar, slowly and quietly sipping his beer. Frustrated by his inability to talk to the beautiful woman before he slunk into the nearby restaurant for dinner, alone. Chapter 3 Christelle carefully examined herself in the full-length mirror in the wardrobe door of her very comfy bure. The tight-fitting dress, with short sleeves and orange segment-shaped cut-outs revealed her tanned shoulders,. So together with your husband, you wrote and placed an add on line, in the “intimate encounters” section of a popular dating site. I took some extra care with my appearance the day we agree to meet. I look good for my age, 42. I carry a few extra pounds but I enjoy life, what can I say. I am 5'7” and about 175 lbs; shoulder length dark blonde hair just starting to show hints of grey. While men always tell me my eyes and smile are my best features, they are usually staring at my 36 DD breasts.