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I'm one of the best paid and most in-demand male escorts in the world. I live primarily in hotels. And in my private gym in my London penthouse.
My clients are the really abundant and famous: top models, athletes, vocalists, starlets, and even royals. All filled with money. In my line of task cash is not an element; I get effectively paid and constantly what I request. That's one of the advantages when you're in a league of your own.
The cost I have to pay is living a hush hush life of secrecy and making sure I'm in no way associated with my clients. And I'm constantly tested and under analysis of a physician who works for MI5. This gives me clearance with even the most delicate contacts, like the princesses of Britain and Monaco.
I do whatever my clients want me to do, I understand no limits thinking about sex. All my clients are at least 18 years old, and I work strictly without condoms. Money shots are of no interest to my clients, and the interactions are never ever recorded.
I'm sometimes even utilized for reproducing, which the result I'm having offspring that are likewise kids of the famous. I'm specifically used for this function by lesbians.
I'm not an escort who 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 task force, just like the finest male pornography stars.For the sake of discreetness I'm either already in the hotel suite of my customer when she gets here, or I'm accompanied in by her security detail. When she finished her lecture at the Ziggo Dome she was ushered to my Prinsengracht loft instead of her hotel suite.
Considering that she had delivered her last lecture of the series she required some distraction to loosen up. With Barak not at hand my discrete services were a convenient option. Before I sent out the mature MILF back to her hotel some 2 hours later I fucked Michelle deep and hard and left my hallmark memento at the threshold of her womb. I remember my first task like it was yesterday. At the time I survived on Barbados. I was there on a vacation, enjoying the sun, browse and sand, and life in general, particularly the ladies on the beach in skimpy swimsuits. I had just recently made a small fortune from offering my ICT start-up. I could live my life without more earnings for quiet some time, so I chose to stay there.
One day a male approached me at the bar. Match, friendly, peaceful good-looking. He stated he had seen my longing for the girls, the way I observed them on the beach. He asked me if I had actually discovered the women' desire for me. I hadn't. He explained 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 physique, I asked him. That might be part of it, he said, but not always so. Surely girls are more drawn in to handsome men, but that's insufficient for them to desire to make love. Actually wishing to make love, beyond a short lived musing. Like a burning desire that has actually to be snuffed out. He was sure I had that destination.
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