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Spellbook Slaves and Games, how can I help you?
You can do pick ups right?
Yes, we can, any where in the Eastlake Metro Area.
OK Look, here is the deal, I’ve got a job offer that involves moving to upstate New York and a lot of travel, but they are only covering me for moving expenses, not my wife and most of my stuff. I’ve thought I would get rid of her and get a new one once I’m settled in at my new place.
So you want to sell her to us?
No, that wouldn’t feel right, I thought I would just do a donation, you know, like I’m doing with most of my furniture. Turns out that Goodwill doesn’t take women. Who knew? I thought you could donate any thing to them.
So you don’t want any money back then?
Nope, wouldn’t feel right.
OK then, what you need to do is go to the state slave board’s web site, register and ID yourself to it, and request a conversion of your wife. Make sure you enter “Spellbook Slaves” in the “gaining entity” field. Has she agreed to this? If not, do you have a method of restraining her until we can pick her up?
No, she doesn’t even know. But I do have a big dog training cage, will that work?
If you can get her into it, sure.
Oh, that’s not a problem. We’ve got this role play thing we do. She just doesn’t know it’s for real this time.
Two hour later
It’s about time you showed up. My back is killing me. I should have known he would wuss out and not be around when you took me. Never should have said I wanted to play a slave, I should have just gone down and volunteered. So, how much did he get for me.
Ah, none. He said it didn’t feel right to take money for you.
“Come here Misty, I’ve got something for you…”
What the hell does he want now? Oh gross, he’s got it out. I’ll bet he wants me to suck on it. Like that’s going to happen.
“Misty Steele, did you happen to notice the new place on Broadway and 4th?”
No, hunky buns, I didn’t.
Didn’t think she would. Not the part of town she likes. Granted there isn’t a lot of town around here too like. Not my problems
Well, it’s one of those “White Slave” places like they have in big towns. Looks like middle of nowhere Kansas has finely joined the 21st century in America.
Why would I care about that?
Oh? Thinking of buying a slave to help around the house?
Not really, but I have been thinking about selling a slave, then maybe getting an another.
He wouldn’t dare…
Yeah, Ms. Steele, if I don’t get the best blowjob I’ve ever had in the next 5 minutes I’m going to be about $750 richer.
You! No, You can’t mean that!
Yes, Misty, I mean it. I mean it so much I’ve already called you in. All I got to do now is wait for the pickup guy to arrive. I told them that there was a chance I might back out, but, well, I don’t see any lips on my cock, so I’m thinking I’m not going to back out of the deal.
John! You, Let me show you…
Yeah, that got her sucking alright. Not that it’s going to matter. Not that I’m telling her that.
Oh, yeah, that’s right, do it like you did when you were a cheerleader… Oh Yeah, that’s it. More… Deeper… Oh, yeah.
Oh this is so gross. He can’t be serious. Why is he looking at the clock?
Oh, Yeah, so good. So good… Ah, ah Ahhh Swallow it bitch!!! Ah!!
Gross. I can’t believe he came in my mouth.
Well, you did make me cum before your time ran out, but that wasn’t the best blow job I’ve had. Your sister sucks a lot better. Hell, my secretary sucks better, so yeah, in a few minutes, I’m trading you for a prepaid debit card, loaded with $750.