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I'm one of the very best paid and most in-demand male escorts in the world. I live generally in hotels. And in my personal fitness center in my London penthouse.
In my line of duty cash is not an element; I get really well paid and constantly what I ask for. That's one of the privileges 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 method connected with my customers. And I'm continually 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 know no limits thinking about sex. All my customers are at least 18 years old, and I work strictly without prophylactics. Cash shots are of no interest to my clients, and the interactions are never tape-recorded.
Otherwise I'm into anything. I'm sometimes even utilized for breeding, which the outcome I'm having offspring that are also children of the well-known. I'm particularly used for this purpose by lesbians. A pussy is a pussy, so to me it's all the very same.
I'm not an escort who red wines and dines the women, I'm strictly there for the sex. I can go on uninterrupted for a long time and just come on task force, simply like the best male pornography stars.For the sake of discreetness I'm either already in the hotel suite of my customer when she shows up, or I'm escorted 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.
Because she had actually provided her last lecture of the series she required some diversion to relax. With Barak not at hand my discrete services were a convenient alternative. Before I sent out the fully grown MILF back to her hotel some 2 hours later on I fucked Michelle deep and hard and left my trademark keepsake at the threshold of her womb. I remember my very first task like it was the other day. At the time I survived on Barbados. I existed on a holiday, taking pleasure in the sun, browse and sand, and life in basic, particularly the women on the beach in skimpy swimsuits. 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 chose to stay there.
One day a guy approached me at the bar. Match, friendly, quiet handsome. He stated he had actually noticed my longing for the women, the way I observed them on the beach. He asked me if I had actually noticed the girls' desire for me. I hadn't. He explained to me they did. He told me there was something that made the girls want me, physically. They wished to have sex with me. Was it my body, I asked him. That could be part of it, he said, but not always so. Surely ladies are more brought in to handsome males, but that's inadequate for them to wish to have sex. Actually wishing to make love, beyond a short lived musing. Like a burning desire that needs to be extinguished. He made sure I had that attraction.
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