Steve decided to get a drink at the second bar in the venue and said "...let's chat with.." the TV's that were hanging out there....it was also darker...in this corner of the club. There were around six of them - couple new ones I hadn't recognised (later found out there just streetwalkers) and Melissa. Melissa and a blond TV (name escapes me) were sat on stools together chatting and sipping their drinks from a straw - exchanging fashion comments I think. Steve manoeuvred to one side as he wanted. She knew better than most the vicissitudes of fate. Her own parentshad driven her from her village to Chiang Mai when her own ladyboyside had emerged. She had survived, and prospered as a somsee, or sexworker, for almost ten years. Then, her whoring path had crossed myown, just as I conceived my grandest plan, collecting the sexualhistory of katoey whores of Thailand. She had returned to school, andhad become my trusted associate in my study. Through mymiscalculation, the study had turned us. "Your skilled mouth would be veryvaluable to Master Sean and me. Please get to work, girl!"Mistress was always polite with me these days. During my training, a yearand a half ago, she had been more of a drill sergeant, but as myresistance diminished, so did her manners resurface. The manners andkindness, I had once appreciated in my wife - the very same person Icalled Mistress now.I hated this so much. I hated my weakness, my unusefulness, my cowardness.I did not even hesitate but replied. She opened the door just as I finished zipping up my pants. She took one step out and spun back around and looked at me with jizz still plainly visible on her face and chest. And maybe Ill tell your Mom that the secret ingredient in my cookies is a half a cup of your cum. With that she walked down the short hallway to the living room where she turned to the couch, Sarah, getting that piece of dust out of my eye was a little more painful than I thought it would be. Could you come to the.