Cassandra wept, panted, moaned, and groaned as she descended from the height to orgasmic delight, back to earth. I simply collapsed beside her, gaspin... for breath.Women experience far better pleasure than men. Take it from me, I've been both.When we were somewhat recovered, Cassandra sat up, held me in place with one hand on my stomach and asked, "Where did you learn to pleasure a woman? Do they teach this in orphanages these days? Carl, you were marvelous. It was awesome. Amazing, really. Who. Based on her appearance, that’s all. She had a wide-eyed look about her, and a big mouth. She wore lipstick red as a fire-engine. She looked like she’d believe anything. Her name was Anna.I was with her for five days. We were junior leaders on a wilderness course, so we bunked together in a hostel: me on top because she didn’t mind either way. A dozen kids slept in the dorm next door. I liked most of them.I liked Anna, too, soon enough. We sat side-by-side at the camp cook-out on the first. ?These Blond European foreigners would fuck anything that is short with yellow skin and silky black hair!!? Caroline remarked, and smiling too.?Is that why Northern European and Blond American male tourists outnumber Southern European and Southern American ones in Thailand ten to one??? asked Tammy.?Not ten to one, my dear!! More like a hundred to one!!!? Caroline responded.?Listen girls!! When a customer comes for Sarah, we can get out of here!! I mean we are going to call them again. ? I took my hand back and brought my left hand out, where the old female symbol was engraved on.?Ah? right.? My client’s smile faded. She did not get another slave for free today. ?Okay then? happy dealing with you. See you around.? She said, before getting onto her car and getting drived away, leaving me to sigh as I looked at my left hand. This was sad? not because she instantly jumped to conclusions, but because of the state that women were in nowadays.Back in the 21st century, women’s.