"Yes." Her voice was triumphant.I looked up at her and saw her stoking herself. "Oh, MY!" she purred,"To have a real cock in me! And in my mouth. Of c...urse I'd want to suckhim. Ooooooooo, there would be SO many ways to enjoy that young stud!"She looked down at me with a little moue. "I know you try, little one,but... well, you just aren't much of a man are you?" No, Mistress." It was at once utterly humiliating and immenselyexciting. "I know I can't please you like a real man." My cock. Just then I could feel her nail on my crotch from over my jeans. What? Is she trying to scratch my penis using her nail, intentionally? I was not sure and had a huge erection too (before that day, I had not even masturbated in my life). She turned towards me and said- what happened? I could not utter a word. And just showed by my gestures, nothing. Then she allowed her breasts to touch my elbow in a better way and I realized that her (two or three fingers) rested on my penis. The she kept her. A very pretty girl told me that she missed every day and she happy for my return. That was strange, I had never seen her before.I met many ex pats who had been playing the game for years. They were dedicated sex mongers, commonly called punters. To each his own I guess. None that I met seemed really happy. They drank a lot and complained about the Thai way of doing things constantly. After a while, it looked like I had traded one kind of hell for another. They seemed to be lonely even with two. . ?" Sshhh. Use the bathroom and get dressed. We'll talk while you're eating breakfast." I don't think I'll have time. Maybe I can grab something to eat on the way." This is important, Jackie. I'll drive you to school."Mom was just putting scrambled eggs on a plate on the table when I walked in. She added some bacon as I sat down."You eat and I'll get dressed real quick. We'll talk in the car."We should do this more often. The eggs were a lot better than cereal.A few minutes later we pulled out.