The young gal at the cash register asked if I was alone and I looked around and smiled before saying yes. Instead of seating me in the area where ever...ybody else was, she took me to a smaller side area and seated me at a small table near the window. She handed me a menu and asked if I’d like something to drink. I ordered coke and she told me the waitress would be with me in a minute. It was several minutes before she showed up with my coke. I’d been thinking of a light salad, but the menu looked. Sensing that this would take too long, I had a thought and looked around to see if there were any telephone lines attached to any of the nearby houses. A quick burst of relief came when I saw one heading to the house two doors up. That feeling was tempered when I realised that the house was Mrs Alcock's. I shouldn't have been too surprised as Mrs Alcock always thought of herself as above those around her and was usually the first at or with anything considered fashionable. Unfortunately she was. I loved it. She was gentle then. She leant forward and held my face. ‘You do good. I think you will make Greta a good little friend for the next three weeks. Now I shall fuck you. Get my strapon; it is in the cupboard, in a drawer below the drinks. I fetched it for her. She had risen from her chair and removed her shirt but replaced, inexplicably, her shoes. She deftly attached the dildo to herself, led me to the back of her chair and bent me forwards over it. She didn’t need to ask if I was. And cuddling me. Her breathing running down my neck in hot whisps. It’s raising goose flesh on my skin. And my other head is starting to stir. I’m pretty sure shes taken notice as her hip rolling movements have started to become rhythmic. As her arms tighten around my neck. Her left breast is rubbing my chest as she rocks gently.OH ,, SHIT this girl is dry fucking me right here in the Uber. What do I do? Do I encourage her? Do I stop her? Do I . . . Oh God.. HELP?? Pull my skirt.