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I'm one of the finest paid and most in-demand male escorts on the planet. I live mainly in hotels. And in my personal fitness center in my London penthouse.
My clients are the extremely rich and popular: leading models, athletes, vocalists, actresses, and even royals. All filled with money. In my line of task cash is not an element; I get effectively paid and constantly what I request for. That's one of the privileges when you're in a league of your own.
The cost I have to pay is living a hush hush life of secrecy and ensuring I'm in no other way connected with my customers. And I'm continuously tested and under analysis of a doctor who works for MI5. This gives me clearance with even the most sensitive contacts, like the princesses of Britain and Monaco.
I do whatever my customers desire me to do, I understand no limitations thinking about sex. All my clients are at least 18 years old, and I work strictly without prophylactics. Money shots are of no interest to my customers, and the interactions are never taped.
Otherwise I'm into anything. I'm sometimes even used for reproducing, which the result I'm having offspring that are likewise kids of the famous. I'm specifically utilized for this function by lesbians. A pussy is a pussy, so to me it's all the same.
I'm not an escort who wines and dines the ladies, I'm strictly there for the sex. I can go on uninterrupted for a long time and only come on commando, just like the finest male pornography stars.For the sake of discreetness I'm either already in the hotel suite of my customer when she arrives, or I'm escorted in by her security information. When she completed her lecture at the Ziggo Dome she was ushered to my Prinsengracht loft instead of her hotel suite.
Given that she had actually delivered her last lecture of the series she needed some distraction to loosen up. With Barak not at hand my discrete services were a practical alternative. Before I sent out the fully grown MILF back to her hotel some 2 hours later on I fucked Michelle deep and tough and left my trademark keepsake at the threshold of her womb. I remember my very first project like it was the other day. At the time I survived on Barbados. I was there on a holiday, enjoying the sun, browse and sand, and life in basic, especially the women on the beach in skimpy swimwears. I had recently made a little fortune from offering my ICT start-up. I could live my life without additional income for quiet some time, so I decided to stay there.
One day a male approached me at the bar. Suit, friendly, peaceful good-looking. He said he had seen my yearning for the ladies, the way I observed them on the beach. He asked me if I had seen the girls' desire for me. I had not. He discussed to me they did. He informed me there was something that made the women desire me, physically. They wished to have sex with me. Was it my physique, I asked him. That might be part of it, he said, but not always so. Definitely women are more brought in to handsome men, however that's insufficient for them to wish to make love. Really wishing to have sex, beyond a fleeting daydream. Like a burning desire that has to be snuffed out. He made certain I had that attraction.
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