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Down in the Ecstasy Cafe they're well into a Grateful Dead marathon. The trippers and tokers are in a head-rocking, eyes-closed trance.

Ponnary, the owner's lovely daughter, taps on my door. Standing in the light from the hallway she looks about fourteen, but I know she's twenty. She hands me a parcel: Phnom Penh Post, dragon fruit cut in four, baguette of French bread, strong cheddar from , Rizla papers and ganja buds for further O joints. I hand her a fiver and she stands there wide-eyed and grinning in a chartreuse T-shirt and baggies, baseball cap with the bill reversed. Urban kid chic.

--You like massa', Corvo?

Well. It would save time if I didn't have to go up to Pippa's tonight. I want to crib out, write, and see what develops. And Ponnary's a tasty bit. Look at her standing there in the light, all brown and healthy, glowing like an erotic sunset.

--Sure, sure, massa'!

I let my shorts drop and cock my head towards the bed. The owner is away in Takeo, Pon's mama is out, the other serving wenches have got the bar and restaurant covered.

Ponnary is fantastic in the sack. She's been fucking barangs since she was sixteen and knows what we like, and what she likes. She gives me gentle slow head, holding my tool, licking it up and down, stroking with a soft palm and rotating her round Khmer head. I'm stunned at her skill, she's as good as any Vietnamese babe at Kilometer 11. Marvelous. God!

She looks up.

--You want boom-boom?

I want. All aboard.

She mounts, sliding me into her tight smooth quim. Female Superior. Her two fingers dance on her clit as she sways and bumps, in total control, her great deep eyes watching my responses. With infinite grace she straightens her back, closes her eyes, yoni vector deep sensational, gust, bhikku sigh, eyes relax, reopen, gush. She balls the jack, propelling herself into a second snarling climax, rears back and cries out, bites the hand she held my cock with. She wrenches herself free of my spurting rod and collapses gasping next to me on the narrow bed.

Ponnary washes, collects a further fiver, kisses me lightly and goes.

ganesh