She said that she had a good time there. When we got back home, we all helped make dinner. Diane usually made dinner - her way of "earning her keep" -... and she would make all kinds of stuff. Some things I liked and others I didn't but most of it was good. I also showed her how to make some of my favorite dishes and she made them better than I did.We didn't want to tell Rachel about us because we weren't sure she'd understand our situation. However, she surprised us by asking Diane if I was her. If I thought I was on fire before, this enhanced it. I could feel the need within me. I wanted him to move faster but he kept a steady slow motion up my leg towards my knicker clad pussy.I could hear moans but it was a little while before my brain registered that they were coming from me. I looked back at Eric who was now on his knees behind me, a big smile on his face. The silencer was slowly rubbing across my very wet panties. I could feel my clit standing proud wanting this man to have his. A smack, hard of the arse, or a quick flick to balls. He loves it, knowing that after the pain and with the right words he will be pleasured. While I love dominating him and being in control I feel most at ease as the submissive. And as I said when you find the right person things can go as far as you want. It started as a normal encounter. Good and hard as we enjoyed to do, but it changed. He knows what I like and he wanted to please me. He pinned my arms down. Held them hard and told me I. "You know what miss? You need to loosen up a bit. Perhaps all you need is a big, fat dick up your ass." Sneering a bit, the driver continued, "perhaps I could be of service with that," chuckling a bit at his last line.John looked up out the window, taking note of the street signs. "Thank GOD I'm close to home," he thought to himself. "I can't take much more of that guy's eyes." To his relief, he saw his house come up. He dug out his wallet from his suit jacket, handed the driver a ten-dollar.