After months of planning we finally got invited to the best private club in town. It still sometimes surprises me how you know so many people in so many places. We pick a room and turn the sign. So many thing in the room to play with if we choose. You undress me slowly, adjusting the position of our bodies so we can watch in the mirror. I shiver a bit with excitement at the knowledge that behind the mirror are an unknown number of people watching us together. You have chosen my outfit carefully. Cropped pink leather jacket, white silk tank top, no bra, short pink leather skirt and the barest web of red silk for panties. Sexy, strappy heels I can barely walk in. The slacks you are wearing make your erection obvious as you rub impatiently against me. You seems to be torn between putting on a good show for our watchers and ravaging me without remorse. You smile, kiss me deeply and shift down. We have put so much planning and effort into this night and you want the audience to get their fill. As you turn me toward the mirror to remove my jacket, you grasp the cuffs and slide the jacket off backwards, pulling my arms back at a slightly uncomfortable angle and forcing my breasts forward; rock hard nipples pointing to the watchers. I close my eyes, trying to control my breathing when I suddenly feel cool liquid dripping down my shirt and warm liquid oozing down my thigh. The silk tank becomes transparent as you pinch and twist my nipples to keep them hard, sliding your hands up under the shirt to handle my breasts roughly. I bite my lip to hold back a moan as I press my leather clad ass into your pulsing bulge. I try to reach back and return the fondle, but you avoid my hands. I fidget with the edge of my skirt as you begin to tug the damp silk off over my head. You spin me around to kiss you but also to allow our audience to watch you slowly unzip the skirt. You push the leather down to reveal the lacey red panties, barely more than threads really, that wrap softly across my ass. You massage, caress and explore your newly exposed treasure. I can feel your cock straining at your pants, poking at my belly. Carefully I slide down your body, grabbing your zipper with my teeth and reveal my present. I turn a bit sideways so the watchers can see me lick the drops of precum from your cock. I strip away your pants, leaving you in only your shirt and me in my panties and heels. As I begin to unbutton your shirt, you rip away the panties and fling them at the mirror and they float slolwly to the floor. You pull me towards the table, not a table exactly... more like a padded shelf that you can bend me over to fuck me from behind. There are wrist restraints built in if you care to use them. You bend me over and tease me with the head of your cock... running it between my ass cheeks. You dance your fingers across my dripping pussy and flick my clit. I suck in my breath then beg sincerely for you to fuck me hard. But you laugh and slap my ass with your open hand, leaving a light print and a delicious sting. I can picture your wicked smile as I whimper softly and beg you to at least put your cock in my mouth.