That lazy grin just threw me over the edge. "What do you FUCKING want with me!" I screamed.My double cocked his head to the side. "Please, let's have ... civilized conversation shall we Jonathan?" He said. His voice sounded exactly like mine...I crossed my arms. "Oh, a conversation is it? With myself? What would I call you?"He smiled, "Well my name is Jonathan." He said like he was answering a question for a particularly slow child."Really?" I said, "I shouldn't call you 'The Beast' or my Id or. " Yeah. So listen, you want a drink, or should we get a table, and find some food?" Table, fajitas, beer." In that order, Dee?" Yup." You ever have any trouble making decisions?" Not often. You have any complaints?" Not yet. If we are having Fajitas, can we have flaming ones?" You like the pretty lights, Aaron?" I like the whooshing sound." Works for me. You going to get a waiter, or do I need to wiggle my butt at one?" Tell you what. I get the waiter, then you get to wiggle at me." Can't. No. Trying to keep her mind occupied she picked up her book and tried in vain to read it. The words were all hazy as she battled against her mind. The taboo thought of it all was a turn on and her moist pussy was evidence of that. Giving up on her book she subconsciously dropped her hand to her clit and began rubbing it in circular motions.Unbeknownst to her Owen was going through the same thought process. His hard shaft was tightly enclosed in his hand, as he pumped on it gradually getting quicker. As I got out of the car he walked towards me with this sly grin on his face, what was he thinking? Before I could say anything he grabbed my throat and slammed me against the truck. Oddly, I wasnt scared, I got wet as hell. With the other hand he reached up my shorts and started sliding the dildo in and out. What is this? he smirked The slut is wet? He chuckled and squeezed harder as he pumped me harder. How could this be happening, I was turned on my being fucked in public with my dildo while.