I look around. There's an elderly woman rows ahead of me, organizing the contents of her purse, a task that looks more than formidable. There is a b...sinessman in the row next to her, hat over his eyes. I hear a snore escape his mouth. Other than that, the car that carries us is empty. Both passengers are completely engrossed in whatever was going on in their world, and I doubted that if I began to scream that a comet was hurling toward earth, they might look up. The ticket-taker has. No matter. He knew what he must do. He was in the right, and hopefully the others would see as such when it was over. They had grown used to Diane being their slave once, they would do so again. He was doing only what was best for them.Jason dashed to his locker, as he had to get as much of a head start on Diane as possible. He had spared some time from his lunch hour to examine Diane's neighborhood on Google Maps. As the service was still relatively new, it did not show all the correct street. Mark went first. He was slow at first then started pounding my mouth and throat. Chad stepped up to take his place. I was able to catch my breath between guys as they changed places back and forth. Chad took off where Mark had stopped to rest and he was rapid-fire pounding my face. He bent over and touched my breast and I about jumped off the bed, but I could not, of course.I lost track of how many times they switched on me. I knelt on the floor and had them stand over me to continue. That way. He heard a knock at the door. He took off the helmet, ran to the door and looked out the peep hole. Another delivery. He started to sweat."What now?" He said aloud. He opened the door and signed for the package. The delivery man asked if he was "P. Avery", he said, "Yes, it stands for Paula". He furrowed his brow and left.Paul Avery opened the package. More surprises. Inside were two more corsets, some underwire bras with see through cups, two more pair of shoes with padlock cuffs, a ring gag,.