"I won't tell them anything." Come with me." With that, she took my hand and lead me to her bedroom.It was a very feminine room of pinks and whites. T...e bed lookedparticularly inviting and had a post at each corner - although no canopyover it - where a person's hands and feet could be tied.Teresa showed me her private stash of bondage equipment. It wasn't veryextensive or sophisticated - just tape, rope, cable-ties, cuffs, a fewclamps, dildos and ball-gags - but it was sufficient for our. Give me a call at XXX-XXX-XXXX and together we’ll have an unforgettable time.5’4110lbs34B-22-30”After I wrote that I put five roses under the text, added some pics, and then posted the ad.I kept refreshing the page until my ad appeared. It took about five minutes for my phone to start ringing. The first call was just heavy breathing. The second call was from a man who asked if my rate could be cheaper. The third call was from some saying that they were praying for my immortal soul. The fourth. There was this girl narrating her story of being kidnapped from her village, taken to Bombay and forced into the flesh trade. After a torturous 2-year period in the brothels she escaped and returned to her native village and talked to the media. Later I found the source and spoke to the person in the story and gathered this information.Her name is Sitara. None of them at her village recognized her at first. This was because she was a 16-year-old boy when she was kidnapped. Her name was then. He couldn't tell Mark the real reason that he wasn't interested in girls, as that would surely draw the ire from everyone in the community when they found out. And Mark was the kind to broadcast to the world any sort of news like that. So he tried to endure the taunts as best he could."Look sis, no matter what happened last night, let's just drop it. You now know too much and I've seen too much, so let's just forget it." If that is what you want to do, then I will. I guess I owe you one for.