All grown up into my own body, no longer making love exclusively to my hand, and (if I did say so myself) something of a catch, as an Eligible Bachelo....Maybe the present-day version of Chad Prince could be just that -- a prince. That is, if I could get the Beautiful Maiden to kiss the frog.That should have been the happy fairy-tale note that allowed me to drop off to sleep, but it wasn't. My next thought was about what Reggie had said. I had to admit it, he was right. Shirley Kiner's past --. “Are you ok hon?” She asked. I shrugged trying to make light of it, “Yeah, just peachy keen.” She rose her eyebrow at me “How come I don’t believe you Pam?” She laughed and switched seats, sitting closely to me. Her arms slid around my shoulder and she pulled me close, the smell of her light perfume filled my nose. She gently pulled my face to hers with her other hand and looked me straight in the eyes. “Is there anything I can do to take your mind off this trip? I really hate to see you like. Ted was playing Don Pedro, the Prince who never manages to find love, while I was stage managing it. Friends kept telling me I should try out for a part, but the voyeur in me loves watching others too much. Ted was in his thirties, a teacher at a nearby secondary school. He was over six foot, wore black square framed glasses and his short dark hair was greying at the temples. Always kind and generous with his time, patience and knowledge. But the problem was he had a girlfriend. I’d seen her a. “We have many tasks and plans for you” he continued, “are you ready for your lessons to begin?”“Yes Master” I answered. Master Jon had walked to the bar and poured himself a drink. On his way back to the table he stopped behind me and placed his hand on one of my exposed breasts, gently flicking my nipple. “These huge melons will be my favorite toy” he sneered as he released my tit.Walking back to his seat he looked at me with intent. I knew he was already making plans for my tits and me. .