Misc. Erotica Kidnapping My Sweet Housewife Padma

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Blackie then parked the car under the flyover, where there was nobody there.  “We have to walk from here,” Blackie said and turned around and looked at us.  “We have to walk from here, okay?” he said.  “Okay,” my wife agreed.  “Alright, now remove your panties and give it to me,” Blackie said looking at my wife.  “What?!” as my wife exclaimed.  “Blackie, are you sure there is no one around here?” I asked.  “100% Sure,” he said.  “How Sriram?  There is no space here,” my wife, who was definitely uncomfortable removing her panties, exclaimed.  “If you don’t want to remove your panties here, you can get out of the car and remove your panties,” Blackie said.  “No, Blackie, she will remove her panties here itself,” I said and my wife looked at me and looked at Blackie.  “Blackie, please turn around,” my wife whispered.  “Why?” he asked.  “Please Blackie, she is feeling shy,” I said.  “Feeling shy?” he asked my wife.  “I will only remove my panties, okay, not my bra,” she said to Blackie.  “Mmmmmmm.. Okay,” he said.  “Turn around then,” my wife said and as Blackie turned around, my wife started inserting her hands inside her saree and petticoat and was struggling to reach for her panties, and Blackie was watching the whole thing through the rearview mirror.  “Shall I get down and make room for you to remove your panties, Padma?” I asked.  “Yeah,” my wife whispered.  As I opened the door and got down, my wife started lying flat on the back seat and was trying to put her hands inside her saree and petticoat, all of a sudden “I will help, Padma,” I said and lifted my wife’s saree and petticoat above her panties, revealing my wife’s waxed shiny legs.  As I grabbed my wife’s brown panties, Black turned around and saw my wife’s entire legs and even her brown panties, and my wife, “ooops,” she exclaimed and pulled her saree and petticoat down and covered her panties.  “What happened?” Blackie asked.  “My husband is removing my panties,” my wife said and I started removing my wife’s panties and Blackie started watching my hands come down my wife’s legs.  As my wife’s panties came till her knees, which Blackie could not see as my hands were grabbing my wife’s panties as my wife’s petticoat and saree were covering my hands, “Blackie, you are supposed to turn around,” my wife whispered.