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In my line of duty cash is not an aspect; I get extremely well paid and always what I ask for. That's one of the privileges when you're in a league of your own.
The cost I need to pay is living a hush hush life of secrecy and ensuring I'm in no other way connected with my clientele. And I'm continually checked and under examination of a medical professional who works for MI5. This offers 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. 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 taped.
Otherwise I'm into anything. I'm often even used for breeding, which the result I'm having offspring that are likewise kids of the popular. I'm particularly used for this function by lesbians. A pussy is a pussy, so to me it's all the same.
I'm not an escort who red wines and dines the ladies, I'm strictly there for the sex. I can go on continuous for a long time and only come on commando, simply like the finest male porn stars.For the sake of discreetness I'm either currently in the hotel suite of my customer when she shows up, or I'm escorted in by her security detail. When she completed her lecture at the Ziggo Dome she was ushered to my Prinsengracht loft instead of her hotel suite.
Considering that she had provided her last lecture of the series she required some diversion to unwind. 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 two hours later I fucked Michelle deep and difficult and left my trademark memento at the limit of her womb. I remember my very first project like it was yesterday. At the time I resided on Barbados. I was there on a vacation, enjoying the sun, browse and sand, and life in basic, specifically the ladies on the beach in skimpy swimsuits. I had actually just recently made a little fortune from selling my ICT start-up. I could live my life without further earnings for peaceful some time, so I decided to stay there.
One day a man approached me at the bar. Suit, friendly, quiet handsome. He said he had observed my longing for the women, the way I observed them on the beach. He asked me if I had discovered the ladies' desire for me. I had not. He described to me they did. He informed me there was something that made the ladies want me, physically. They wanted to have sex with me. Was it my body, I asked him. That might be part of it, he said, but not always so. Surely ladies are more drawn in to good-looking men, but that's inadequate for them to wish to have sex. Really wishing to make love, beyond a fleeting musing. Like a burning desire that has actually to be snuffed out. He made certain I had that destination.
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