I wanted it to be 'classy,' and a place some one would perhaps (hopefully!) want to return to again.So, as I said, months and months went by without a...single person responding to my ad. In fact, I was starting to consider that I might just give up on the whole thing, when one day, as I was checking my e-mail, there was a reply! They mentioned seeing my ad, and was wondering if they could make an appointment and drop by. My heart began beating a little faster, and I replied that I was free that. She was 26, and she had everything: good job, good money, her own car and house. Not to mention a slender body with ample breasts and a firm curvy butt, of course. There was only one thing that she didn’t have: a constant relationship. Instead she had fantasies, which she would never, ever share with anyone in this world, let alone fulfilling them. And rightly so: who would agree to lose everything and become a pathetic sex slave, a worthless fucktoy? Definitely not Louisa, thank you.Nobody. ‘I’ve got something here you need to see,’ he said. ‘And it will go better for you if you are right here to see it.’ Distastefully, Sally did as Ted asked. Sally didn’t much like her stepfather, and the feeling was mutual. Sally correctly saw what her mother didn’t, that Ted was a two-timing gigolo who had married her strictly to have access to her father’s money, and kept her drunk so she wouldn’t know what was going on. For his part, Ted thought Sally was a spoiled little bitch who didn’t. I stopped and looked at him, the expression on his face caused me to recoil in horror, without him saying a word I knew instantly what was on his mind and what he wanted. I was transfixed as he moved to one side and continued to climb the stairs towards me. Once he was on the same step as I he reached over and gently brushed my forearm saying 'I thought that I saw you come back into the building. Don't you know you ain't to be in here without a pass'. I tried to explain to him 'I had detention.