Little did I know that the ‘stimulation’ could be a lot better.It happened when I read a story about a submissive woman whose husband had made a �...�pocket’ in panties for a pager that kept it right on her clit. Since I didn’t want to destroy the plug I had, I bought another ‘non-slip’ one. The second one was eight inches long with the widest part of the plug being two and a half inches across. As it turned out – I should have tried to market it.I took it home to examine, along with a pager I’d. I wasn't sure if I should listen to this person, but I had no information and couldn't afford to pass up anything.I returned to my tent, and sent for the stranger and a clerk. Transcript of interview to follow.*****[Transcriber's notes: Although the interview was transcribed by a clerk and attached to the end of the general's report, it has been inserted here in an effort to maintain the chronological integrity of events as they happened.]Clerk's notes: The man who had approached us was 5'11". For some reason, I always read the sports pages first.Once finished the back pages, I read the front pages of my paper. It wasn’t long before page three caught my eye. The glamour model was a beautiful blonde. With locks, that went to her waist. With perfect 34C breasts, I wanted to cup in my hands. But knew deep down, I never would. By the time, I took the beautiful girl in. I carried on and read the rest of my paper.By now I looked up from the paper and noticed a group of girls. From where I. He turned back, waiting.“Would you put the covers on for me ... once I’m in bed?” She’d had to think of something to say, and that was the best thing she could come up with. She admitted to herself that she just didn’t want him to leave yet. She didn’t know what that meant, but she had to acknowledge it.He looked at her, and then tilted his head, as if he were examining her.“All right,” he said. “You want me to leave while you dry off?”“Of course,” she said, blushing.“I’ll be right outside,” he.