I quickly got used to my new role in life, I was quite lucky as my keeper was one of the better ones, she made sure we were tested regularly. I wouldn't say I enjoyed being used but it was better than what I'd left behind.
Boon nam and I got on really well, he tried to get me to smoke cigarettes as he said it helps take the taste away, I preferred to chew gum.
The years flew by it had been varied, some men tried to get violent but we had a secret alarm if it got out of hand, security soon came running because if we didn't earn nor did the keeper.Men from all countries visited, Russians were the worst, Americans and British the best. We'd often get men saying that they wished they could take us home but it was all talk, something to say, until one day I was called to the keeper,
She told me that I would be going to America to live with Mr Jones, he was a regular, one of the better ones, always gentle and kind, yes I do realise if he was that nice he wouldn't be there in the first place, at almost eighteen I lucky I was still being used as most of the clients preferred the younger ones, I was really feminine looking maybe I felt I was a girl in a boy's body helped, a few days later I said goodbye to Boon nam saying I would never forget him, a couple of hours later I was boarding the plane for my new life in America.

To be continued, please read part one first
# sexual references

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