"Sorry about that, Alice, as you can see, Samantha is a newbie." Again it's fine, now the important question is. Are you packing heat?" Alice asked Sa...mantha."Yes, but my clit is locked away," Samatha replied."Clit, huh?" Alice said, raising an eyebrow. "Trace, are you her Mistress or something?" Fuck, I wish!" Tracy replied. "Samantha is a slave to a friend of mine." I see, right then Samantha, I will be your first customer, please take your time," Alice said as she put the jeans on the. You never forget completely. Life after Sam was a little difficult. I mean, how couldn’t it be, when we would be spending most of our time together in lectures, singing lessons one after the other? All a little awkward. We, knew, things about each other. Things that not even the others that had joined us knew. I had always thought that my heart would be difficult to break, thought it would be tough… In reality, it was like poking your finger through wet tissue paper. It was around that time. I personally wanted to visit Thailand to see how the Buddhist traditional Wats compared to the temples of India. We stopped in Bang Lamung. I'd made a mistake--it was essentially a rail stop. We steamed on to Laem Sing where the temperature in the upper 80's/lower 90's lured us to the beach. We were informed that if we saw any buddhist priests it was proper to offer them food, but never money unless it was covered, as they had taken vows to never touch money. Okay, envelopes were cheap and I. Doing a mental evaluation, I wondered if I was doing the right thing by guiding her into her female persona. I wondered if I was gay now, or bisexual, but decided I was just attracted to a female with a little extra. Not once since I had met her did I see anything but a woman. And I had to admit, she was hot as a firecracker, just discovering herself, wanting to experiment with everything.They didn’t know it, but I had gotten bored fishing, and decided to join them on the deck this afternoon..