“I don’t know if Danika knows anything, but I guess you could try her and see if she knows where the fuck we are.” Tori nodded. “I’ll do tha....” She crawled over to the bars and addressed the tall, thin black girl with a dreadlocked ponytail who sat pressed against the bars, watching Tori and Carla’s conversation. “Hey, d’you-” Her statement was interrupted by a loud, gruff voice speaking in a foreign accent that did not seem to belong to any defined ethnicity. “No talking, sluts, or you’ll feel. It would keep any cell phones unusable for a bit yet and keep them occupied--I'd told them that it was booby-trapped, hadn't I?Twenty minutes later I was at the truck stop where I had left the bus. I pulled up next to the bus door. Under the anonymity provided by the professional traffic I boxed the money (still wrapped in Saran wrap) and moved it to the storage shelves within the bus. I grabbed the can of easy-off, locked the bus door behind me and drove the u-haul van over to the restaurant. ..it ispossitively ingenious."Your only real concern is that that the delivery men will think that youare a boy...sorry...a man. I for one think there is a real possibilitythat, when they see you wearing your sexy clothes, they will immediatelythink that you are a girl. Jeez...look at your legs princess..." (Jim didas he was told)."In fact, there is a real chance that, once you've taken the parcels fromthem and they make their way down the stairs, they might find themselveswith raging boners. Although this was new to me, he had much more experience and patiently guided me to explore my submissive side. We discussed videos and how they made me feel and how they made him feel. As he figured out what turned me on he would push me more deeply in that direction by asking me questions and getting me to tell him my fantasies. He would tell me of his experiences and plans for things to try in the future. Plus we just talked about life - books, news, movies - I enjoyed all our conversations..