They were making moaning noises while they enjoyed my cock.“Don’t make him come. Ride his face and I’ll ride his dick. I must fuck his dick now....I love how big it feels inside of my tight pussy.”“That sounds good. My pussy is so wet for his tongue.”The girls stood up while I got comfortable on the bed. My cock was throbbing and very hard. Abby stood on the bed and squatted over my face. I moved my tongue all over her pussy folds and pushed my tongue into her wet pussy. Her juices tasted good. He also took check-books and his passport and birth certificate. He was scarily serious.I won't bore you with everything he said, but the basic gist of it was that I never took responsibility for finding my own happiness. I always made him the bad guy. I employed double standards. I was a walking contradiction; wanting to be treated like an equal, a goddess, a princess or a whore and expecting him to get it just right every time. He was committed to treating me like an equal and that meant not. I’ve never told anyone this… I’m bisexual.” I was surprised that Sally had chosen to reveal this. But truthfully, I wasn’t shocked at the declaration. “I had a feeling you might be from the way you often look at Carole.” “You could tell?” Sally raised her eyebrows. “Hmm… I’m really quite surprised you had figured it out.”I was on a roll now and asked, “How would you feel about getting Carole to join us for a threesome while we’re away?”“That sounds quite a plan, Richard,” she said, smiling. The next day, Hideo and his father came to see us off.Chinese silk might have been first ... but Indochina produces the best. Siam was in the middle of the world wide depression when Phrabat Somdet Phra Poraminthramaha Prajadhipok Phra Pokklao Chao Yuhua suddenly became King Rama VII.We sailed into the head of the Gulf of Siam and up the Chao Phraya River to the merchant docks of Bangkok ... Our bag of Japanese gold was speedily turned into Siamese silk cloth ... a hold full of bolts and bolts.