They had rented a room at the Brass Rail; so much for spending the night with Jeff. We wouldn't be back from dinner until late.The food was wonderful....The meal seemed endless nonetheless.The most memorable event was before we ordered. Jeff and I saw Arnault come into the room and we both started to giggle and held each other while we shook from laughter until we could gain control of ourselves. My family thrilled to the rewards of Arnault's French-accent education.My father took us all to. Amanda begged me to fuck her in her sleep more often as she had loved the dream. Of course, I did my best to comply with my Lover's request!To satisfy my own voyeuristic fantasies, I had only to wait for summer. On the really hot nights I would often wake to find Amanda lying naked next to me, a light sheen of perspiration covering her stunning body. By quietly getting out of bed and going to the window, I could adjust the blinds to let in just enough light to see her clearly without waking. I did. B3,000 was her fee as well. For the adventure I figured that was about right.Back home I was in Facebook and this Ladyboy bar was posting pictures. One photo caught my attention. Her name was “J” and she looked very attractive. I made a note to catch up with her if she was still around when I went back to Bangkok. Five months later I sent her a message and arranged to meet at the bar, which was in Soi Nana, further up the road from the Plaza. Her photo in Facebook was nice but didn’t do. "How about a heat pack, to relax your muscles?" I fumbled through Dr. Ruder's cabinets, looking for one. Finally, in a drawer, hot and cold packs. I removed one of each. Annie had said alternating. I read the directions and squished the hot pack. It got warm immediately. I placed it on Maggie's lower stomach."I don't feel anything," she said. Without hesitation, she lifted her hips, grunted, and slid her shorts and panties to her knees. "There, now you've got access."No shit! Her pubic area was.