So I wrote her and told her I was in need of a slave to fulfill my needs and in return she would be taken cared of and she could leave whenever she wa...ted and I could tell her to leave when ever I wanted. Not the ideal slave but at the same time I dont want to go to JAIL!! So this is my story:After answering the ad and getting info on the woman. She came over the same nite. There was a knock on the door and when i opened it, stood an indian woman with very fair skin. Amazingly beautiful. . " I wasn't too sure about calling it 'lovely' but I couldn't think of a better adjective at the time.Ron unzipped his fly and pried his stiff rod out of his briefs and eased it past the teeth of his zipper until it was dangling out of his shorts like a fat sausage, bobbing and swaying between his legs. I was there in a flash and had it in my hand before he could get away."Careful!" he said. "I've been ready to shoot for a half-hour now. It won't take much to make me pop my rocks."I thought that. Oh hell, it has all my phone book in it. Oh lord, now what. Whoever took it has had it all week.’ ‘Gail, I don’t know if it will do any good, but I can take you back to town and you can call your cell phone company and report it as a theft. Is that going to keep you being charged if any calls were made on the phone during the week?’ ‘Howard, I have no idea. I’m on a plan and have hundreds and hundreds of minutes rolled over every month. Who ever has it probably can’t use it anyway. When I was. It was her thing and no one else’s, our special moment. When she rubbed my cheek and gave me a kiss as she stood I stretched and tossed my covers off. “You better get a move on or you will be late,” she said tossing a soft package toward me. I sat up and tore into the paper. What lay in my hands was a soft cashmere sweater in the lightest of blue colors. It was so soft, but warmed my hands. I looked up at her and smiled knowing just the uniform skirt to wear with it. “Thanks Mom. It’s.