Even though the truck moved on, Diane was thrilled by the show she had given and was able to finger herself off without wrecking. While no one else co...ld see her hand working in her lap, she was pretty sure the guy in front of her also got an eyeful because he was glued to the rear view mirror most of the way downtown. It was only when she pulled into the parking garage that she finally tucked her breast back in her bra and blouse and pulled down her skirt.While she told me this story I was. “Put your hands to the sides, Julie. No touching for you. Tut tut. Be a good girl.” He says this, before biting my nipple a little too hard, a yelp ripping from my throat. I play along though, smiling, loving the slight dominance he is showing. “Yes sir, as you wish.” I tuck my hands on either side of me, digging my fingernails into the blanket to keep them busy. Pulling my nipple with his teeth, trapping it there, he begins a lavish assault against it with the tip of his tongue. All the while. I slipped off my dress and wearing only white bra, panties, stockings and suspenders I started to pour the tea which I then took around to each of them. Fat man was the first to start. While adding sugar to his cup he slid his hand down the back of my lacy panties, feeling my bottom, running his hand downwards until it was feeling between my legs. I acted like nothing was happening. After a few seconds he withdrew.Then while sorting out the cakes on the trolley, the tall one came up behind me. We brought our suitcases into the cottage but Sally Anne onlyallowed me to unpack some of the clothes, enough for bed tonight.We then went downstairs and opened some wine and sat aroundchatting. Much of the conversation related to our wedding andwe chatted over the day and how beautiful and sexy Sally Anne hadlooked in her wedding gown."Its just as well we were not getting married now," said SallyAnne to me, "as we would end up fighting over who would wear thedress!"I grinned at her but.