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I'm one of the very best paid and most sought-after male escorts on the planet. I live mainly in hotels. And in my private fitness center in my London penthouse.
My clients are the extremely rich and popular: top designs, professional athletes, vocalists, starlets, and even royals. All loaded with loan. In my line of duty money is not an element; I get effectively paid and constantly what I ask for. That's one of the benefits when you're in a league of your own.
The price I need to pay is living a hush hush life of secrecy and making certain I'm in no other way related to my clientele. And I'm continually evaluated and under scrutiny of a medical professional who works for MI5. This provides me clearance with even the most sensitive contacts, like the princesses of Britain and Monaco.
I do everything my customers want me to do, I understand no limitations thinking about sex. Considering that they are the client they can call the shots. With 2 exceptions. All my customers are at least 18 years of ages, and I work strictly without prophylactics. There's no exception to this guideline. I always firmly insist on coming inside. That is likewise non negotiable. However money shots are of no interest to my clients, and the interactions are never recorded.
I'm in some cases even utilized for reproducing, which the outcome I'm having offspring that are also children of the famous. I'm specifically used for this function by lesbians.
We're never seen together in public. I'm not an escort who white wines and dines the ladies, I'm strictly there for the sex. Merely since I'm proficient at it. My clients enjoys me because of my above average and extremely straight dick, and my severe stamina. I can go on undisturbed for a long period of time and just come on commando, much like the best male pornography stars.For the sake of discreetness I'm either currently in the hotel suite of my customer when she gets here, or I'm escorted in by her security information. A divergent example was the recent visit to Amsterdam by Michelle at the end of her European book tour promoting her autobiography. When she completed her lecture at the Ziggo Dome she was ushered to my Prinsengracht loft rather of her hotel suite. I mostly work from my London penthouse, however as a Dutchman I still have my pied-à-terre in Amsterdam. She was provided at my door at 10 thirty. I opened a good cooled bottle of Chablis, and while Michelle ate the light treats I had ready for her, I consumed out her matured snatch. We delved into my economy size bed. I brought her to at least three orgasms, primarily by worshipping her divine furr-lined gash with my mouth and tongue and fingers.
Because she had actually delivered her last lecture of the series she required some interruption to loosen up. With Barak not at hand my discrete services were a practical alternative. Before I sent the mature MILF back to her hotel some 2 hours later I fucked Michelle deep and hard 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 general, particularly the women on the beach in skimpy swimsuits. I had recently made a little fortune from offering my ICT start-up. I might live my life without more earnings for quiet a long time, so I chose to remain there.
One day a man approached me at the bar. Fit, friendly, peaceful good-looking. He said he had actually observed my yearning for the girls, the method I observed them on the beach. He asked me if I had discovered the women' desire for me. I had not. He described to me they did. He informed me there was something that made the girls want me, physically. They wished to make love with me. Was it my body, I asked him. That might be part of it, he stated, but not always so. Undoubtedly girls are more drawn in to handsome males, but that's not enough for them to wish to make love. Actually wishing to make love, beyond a fleeting vision. Like a burning desire that needs to be snuffed out. He made sure I had that destination.
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