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In my line of task money is not a factor; I get really well paid and always what I ask for. That's one of the advantages when you're in a league of your own.
The rate I need to pay is living a hush hush life of secrecy and making sure I'm in no way connected with my clientele. And I'm continually checked and under scrutiny of a physician who works for MI5. This offers 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 condoms. Cash shots are of no interest to my customers, and the interactions are never ever recorded.
Otherwise I'm into anything. I'm often even used for reproducing, which the result I'm having offspring that are likewise kids of the well-known. I'm especially utilized for this purpose by lesbians. A pussy is a pussy, so to me it's all the very same.
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One day a guy approached me at the bar. Match, friendly, quiet good-looking. He stated he had actually noticed my longing for the ladies, the method I observed them on the beach. He asked me if I had actually discovered the ladies' desire for me. I had not. He described to me they did. He informed me there was something that made the women want me, physically. They wished to make love with me. Was it my body, I asked him. That might be part of it, he said, but not necessarily so. Surely women are more attracted to handsome men, however that's insufficient for them to wish to have sex. Really wanting to make love, beyond a fleeting vision. Like a burning desire that has to be extinguished. He made sure I had that destination.
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