I sicced him on the girl. He introduced himself as a friend of Michael's, was invited into her tent and spent the night in the young matron's smooth a...ms. He was back before I had stirred up my breakfast fire."Useless slut," he said. "Dead meat. She lies there like a corpse, legs and arms wide spread, a smile on her lovely face, wasted efforts, that's what it is. Forget her, jus' puddin'." He stalked off, disgusted, saying his left hand was better.I now had invested some five days and was back. We had discussed it many times. Asstrange as it may sound, I agreed with her completely. When a sissyorgasms, she often loses focus on being a proper submissive companion toher Mistress or Master. I never wanted to lose focus on pleasing her. Andif a sissy has some kind of point system to "earn" a release, she isfocused on that instead of just losing herself in service to her Mistressor Master.No, it was best for me not to have orgasms like a man. And because ofthat, in my mind, it was. Rachel and Michiko went to their car."Dad, can you give me a hand?" Mum asked Rob. Then she turned to me: "You get Sarah and Al down here. I'm sure there's a gift for Sarah.There was. Rachel gave her a beautiful kabuki doll. Mum got a book on Japanese gardens. Dad got a (dead) rhinoceros beetle in a lucite box. And I got a copy of Yasuda's Treasury Of Japanese Folk Tales, in an edition with both Japanese and English."Wow!" I said."Will you learn some Japanese?" Chaz asked."I'll try. I'll have. He wondered if they would like blueberry muffins. He’d have to investigate that possibility.It was two o’clock in the afternoon when Sue stopped by the pizzeria. Dan looked up from his mopping and said, “Hello, Sue. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you.”“Ann tells me that you haven’t been taking care of yourself,” Sue said dropping into a chair near where he was working.Dan nodded his head and said, “I’m going to do a little better about that from now on.”“Somehow I don’t believe that,”.