She could sit for hours with my load in her mouth. The maximum time she had done that was when she carried my morning load all the way to the evening ...through the afternoon class. She did not spill a drop. But said that she would rather not do it again.She couldn’t ask questions from the teacher even when she needed to. I taught her all the etiquette a proper slave should know. When to greet her master, when to kneel, when to present herself and when to simply suck a cock without being asked. Eureka! As that old Greek -- what's his name? -- said.It's the good feeling after sex that I like most. Rory and I lay in bed, our bodies shiny and slick from olive oil, my hand idly playing with his flaccid penis, his hand caressing my boobs. It wasn't love. I knew that from experience. But it was all the good things that go along with love: contentment, satisfaction, security, and a spiritual union that I had come to believe was what religion was all about."Are you hungry?" I asked."Yes," he. " That's good. I don't believe that they have any mosquito control here," she answered, as she opened her bundle of things and removed two sarongs."Will you need the light?" I asked."No, there is a moon tonight. I will be fine." Do you have a towel to dry off with?" I asked her."No, I will use the sarong," she assured me, as she prepared to leave for the area by the klong jars under the building. There were some woven bamboo mats hung there for privacy.I pulled the mosquito net out of my pack. I calledher about 4:00 and she had just finished showering and was starting todo her hair and makeup. I instructed her that when she met me at thefront door she should be only wearing her perfume and a smile, which isone of my favorite outfits. At 4:30 I called her again to see how she was doing, and was informedthat she was all ready and dressed as I had requested. I told her I wassoon on the way home, and then after I hung up the phone I called apizza delivery service and ordered a large.