Put it behind you and get your eye back on the job at hand." And I did just that.I sat there looking at the occasional cop car, or work truck roll pas... my window and I charged my power pack. After I got to the full stage, I switched to the MP3 player and listened to classical music till dawn. I had no idea to who or what I was listening, but it was nice music. I had downloaded something called 'Classical Music 4 Five AM." That title would never do for an album cover, but it was a nice sound at. Finally, the chef was satisfied with the arrangement of the food. “And now,” said Jim, “The pièce de résistance.” In his hand, he had a large cock-shaped candle, with the wick extruding from the blunt end. I could feel my thong being pulled aside as the lubed phallic entered my tight, virgin pussy. A cook shoved an apple in my mouth as I started to moan in pain and from a sudden sense of heat, I knew the candle had been lit. Eight, Amazon-sized, dark-haired intersexed beauties, only wearing. I felt pressure from his arm around my shoulder pushing me down towards his cock. I knew what he wanted and went down and kissed the head of his cock. I took it in my mouth and we both moaned out loud. I sucked him up and down as he played with my ass through my jeans. Then he told me to stand up. I stood up facing the front of the train car and he unzipped my jeans and pulled them down to my knees. I wasn't wearing any underwear and I was totally exposed. I felt his big hands rubbing. . now I remember.” He said then looked at me. “I wouldn't worry your pretty little head off to much about it, you won't remember a thing.” He said to me. When I was next aware of my surroundings I was on the same table, resting. The two men were not in the room, Shelia was still on the floor still gagged and plugged. I was incapable of feeling sorry for her, this was her lot in life. She had decided this was what she wanted after all... well she would have said yes in the beginning not knowing.