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In my line of responsibility money is not a factor; I get extremely well paid and constantly 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 other way connected with my clients. And I'm continuously tested and under examination 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 everything my clients want me to do, I know no limits 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 clients, and the interactions are never tape-recorded.
Otherwise I'm into anything. I'm sometimes even used for breeding, which the outcome I'm having offspring that are likewise children of the famous. I'm specifically used for this purpose by lesbians. A pussy is a pussy, so to me it's all the exact same.
I'm not an escort who white wines and dines the ladies, I'm strictly there for the sex. I can go on undisturbed for a long time and just come on commando, simply like the best male pornography stars.For the sake of discreetness I'm either currently in the hotel suite of my client when she shows up, or I'm accompanied in by her security information. When she finished her lecture at the Ziggo Dome she was ushered to my Prinsengracht loft rather of her hotel suite.
Since she had actually delivered her last lecture of the series she required some distraction to loosen up. With Barak not at hand my discrete services were a hassle-free alternative. Before I sent the fully grown MILF back to her hotel some 2 hours later I fucked Michelle deep and hard and left my hallmark keepsake at the threshold of her womb. I remember my first project like it was the other day. At the time I survived on Barbados. I was there on a vacation, taking pleasure in the sun, browse and sand, and life in general, particularly the women on the beach in skimpy swimwears. I had actually recently made a little fortune from selling my ICT start-up. I could live my life without more earnings for peaceful a long time, so I chose to remain there.
One day a man approached me at the bar. Suit, friendly, quiet good-looking. He said he had observed my yearning for the girls, the way I observed them on the beach. He asked me if I had actually noticed the women' desire for me. I hadn't. He discussed to me they did. He told me there was something that made the ladies desire me, physically. They desired to make love with me. Was it my physique, I asked him. That might be part of it, he stated, but not always so. Surely girls are more brought in to handsome males, however that's not enough for them to wish to have sex. Really wanting to make love, beyond a short lived musing. Like a burning desire that needs to be extinguished. He was sure I had that tourist attraction.
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