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My whoring days - I start my career
I felt his cock enter me from behind and he thrust it upward violently, all but lifting my feet off the floor. Ten minutes earlier I had entered his flat on the second floor of a large block of mansion apartments located opposite Battersea Park, South London. This was my first ‘escort’ agency assignment. A home call prearranged by the agency office and I was scared shitless! I rang the bell and was let into a large spacious flat by a tall not particularly attractive man who grinned at me and asked, ‘You the rent a cunt sweetheart?’

I gulped and sort of nodded to confirm and stammered out that I had to be paid before we had sex. He laughed at that, ‘Have sex!’ he mimicked my voice. ‘You mean before I fuck you silly, bent over my table!’.

He paid me, twenties in a brown envelope, that I just had enough time to put into my handbag before he grabbed my arm, drew me across the carpeted floor and bent me over the table that he had pointed at a few moments before. Now here I was, face down on his dining room table with my legs spread and his hands gripping my tits and squeezing them hard as he pumped his rock hard cock up and down inside me, his breath coming hard and fast against the side of my face that was just a few inches above the highly polished table top. I had my hands flat on the table supporting both my weight and his as he pummelled my cunt by thrusting his hips faster and faster.

And that was my first experience of whoring whilst in the employment of the Grace Escort Agency. He had been fucking me hard for a good fifteen minutes before he ejaculated, his release accompanied with a guttural groan and I felt the balloon on the end of the condom that he was wearing swell to capacity inside me. Finished, he slumped forward breathing heavily, pinning me to the table with his weight.
After a while he raised himself away from me, withdrew his cock and pulled the condom off his now half erect penis and dangled it close to my face. ‘Hell, of a load ‘eh babe’ he laughed, ‘I bet you wish that I’d shot lot up your fuck hole, that would have made you cum!’

I turned away feeling nothing but disgust for him and retrieved my panties from the floor where he’d thrown them having pulled them off me after bending me over the table and lifting my skirt to my waist. There had been no preliminaries or niceties in his approach. He had just let me in, taken my hand, led me to the table, and bent me over it. That was it, wham, drawers down and cock in! A real gent!

I asked him if I could use the bathroom but he refused, instructing me to put the panties on in front of him, so that he could he see my ‘equipment’ as he so delicately put it, adding, ‘After all, I paid for it, so I should be allowed to take a good look at it’. I obliged him by raising my skirt to my waist and again started to reach for my panties but he stepped forward and gripped the whole of my pussy in the palm of his right hand squeezing it hard making me gasp.

‘That’s a beautiful hairy bush you’ve got baby’. He exclaimed, leering at it and commencing to squeeze even harder with the palm of his hand. Then he pushed me back against the edge of the table and I leant back away from his leering face as he groped me and then penetrated me with his index finger rotating it about inside my soaking wet cunt. I didn’t like this and I started to feel frightened. I had been employed to provide the guy with one fuck an hour tops for the price agreed. Already his hour was nearly up.

‘Nice’, he said his breathing heavy and excited, ‘It feels as tight as it felt when my cock was in there’. He was a tall thin rat faced man, I guess in his late 40’s with greying hair and, going by the quality of his clothes and the interior of his flat, probably fairly wealthy and therefore apt to think he could get away with anything where a woman was concerned, particularly one he way paying to have sex with.

‘I think we’ll extend the session’. He announced to my horror.

‘I’m sorry I can’t’, I gasped as he squeezed me hard once again and once again I winced. ‘I have another appointment in an hour so I must get going’.

‘Oh, that’s a shame’, he responded, we could have a lot of fun’. Then he thrust his finger deeper and crooking it and then drew it back toward him causing me to flinch as he pressed it into the soft flesh of my virgina and hooked me hard just above the exist point and stood leering at me holding me fast.

‘Sorry but I do have to go’, I gasped in an urgent voice. ‘Really, I have to go now’.

‘Mmm, just a quickie, for double your fee, eh? It, won’t take long’. With that he released me, unzipped his trousers and pulled out his once again rigid cock.

‘Look’, I said urgently, ‘I really have to go to make my next appointment’.

But it was useless protesting, his face was a leer in front of mine as he once again pushed me hard against the edge of the table and then used his weight to push me down this time face up onto its polished surface whilst at the same time using his knees to force my legs apart finally freeing his cock from his trousers.

‘Stay still’, he commanded as he extracted a condom from the pocket at the front of his shirt and remove the wrapper and then with expert ease deftly slid it over his once gain erect member. Bearing down on me I felt the knob of his cock press against my pussy lips and then with a single thrust of his hips he entered me his cock filling my cunt and he started to pump, no finesse, just thrust after thrust after thrust. His groin punching into mine and my ears filled with the sound of my own cum juices squelching in rhythm to his constant pummelling. Contrary to what he had said it did take long for him to cum, it seemed like for ever that he thrust his thing in and out of me, in and out, in and out and then, mercifully, his body went rigid and then with one more thrust I felt his cock pulsate and he came.

I lay still beneath him for several seconds until he stirred and pushed himself up and off me.
‘Always get the money before you fuck the guy’ Grace, my boss at the agency had told me her advice echoing in my ears. ‘Because once he’s had you the desire to pay you will vanish as fast as his lust’.

‘Fuck!’ I thought’ ‘I bet I’m out on my ear with only the first payment to show for my efforts’.

He climbed off me and walked away and out of the room. I prised myself off the table noticing with some satisfaction that I had left a deep scratch about a foot long across the highly polished surface where my belt had sc****d as he fucked me. ’Serves him fucking right!’ I thought ‘I bet it’ll cost a fair bit to have that polished out’. I stooped down and retrieved my knickers from the floor and put them on. Having straightened myself up I stood by the table waiting for him to return. I heard a toilet flush and then after a short while he came back into the room.

‘If you still want the bathroom it’s through there on the left’, he said pointing at the door he had just come through.

I hurried out of the room, found the bathroom, used the facilities and then returned and sighed with relief as I clocked him counting out cash onto the scratched table. I stood back and watched him and then when he had finished counting out the notes he handed the money to me smiling. Not a word about the scratch!



‘I think you’ll be happy with that’, he said nodding toward the money in my hand.
‘It’s the same amount as your first fee plus 30% for an excellent and very satisfying service. Two very satisfying fucks. You’re good at your job young lady, and pretty with it. We’ll meet again I’m sure’. He smiled pleasantly at me before asking if I needed to use his telephone to call my next client and explain that I was going to be late.

Of course, there was no next client, so I made a show of looking at my watch and saying that it was probably alright as I had just enough time to get where I needed to be. He smiled and then to my surprise he lent forward and kissed me gently on the cheek. He showed me out and wished me well with my next appointment and I went on my way.

So ended my first session as a fully paid up ‘escort’. The money was pretty good all things considered, better than waitressing or shop work and the hours were as flexible as I needed them to be that allowed for my studies and socialising with my lover and flat mate, Alice and our other friends. How had I come to be working for an escort agency? Pure chance really. I was at university and although living something of the high life through Alice and her fashion connections I was flat broke for most of the time. As those of you who have followed my life back then you will know that I was no stranger to spreading my legs for money on a freelance occasional basis with guys that I knew, but nearly all those lines of income had gradually disappeared as they moved away or got married.

And so, one day I was in the uni’ cafeteria looking miserable and nursing the one coffee I could afford when another student, Janice, who was in the year above mine and who I knew on a casual basis, plonked herself down opposite me and made a comment about me looking miserable as sin and what was up? I shrugged and said that I was flat broke, and it looked as if I was going to have to get a job waitressing or the like. She grimaced and shook her head.

‘Fucking awful way to earn some cash, on your feet all day and being at everyone’s beck and call’.

I nodded agreement and said, ‘If you’ve got any better ideas, I’m all ears’.

For a moment she looked at me, pursing her lips before saying,
‘I’ve seen you at a few of the uni’ bashes and you seem to like the guys. You’re the sociable type’.

I didn’t know her that well, but I admit that I quite fancied her as she was very pretty, with long dark hair, a nice body and large firm breasts, lovely shaped legs below a tight arse. I had on occasion daydreamt about giving her a roll if she was that way inclined.

‘So?’ I said, ‘Are you suggesting that I become a barmaid in the uni’ club?’

‘Not quite’, she responded, ‘Don’t take this the wrong way darling, but have you ever thought of working for an escort agency? The moneys good, and you can pretty much do the hours that suit you’. She sat watching for my reaction through soft brown eyes that were the kind that just one look resulted in my juices making my panties damp.

‘An escort agency? Like what kind of escort agency?’ I asked. She stayed silent for a minute or so before responding in a low voice, ‘The kind where you lay flat on your back with your legs apart and a guy on top of you humping you silly. That kind of escort agency’.

I nearly laughed out loud. ‘You’re k**ding me, right? I said, and then lowering my voice I asked, ‘Like whoring for cash, right?’ She smiled at me and nodded in the affirmative, then added, ‘The moneys good, excellent in fact, especially if the punter tips well’.

‘You know that from experience, right?’, I asked.

Again, she nodded and reaching for her shoulder bag, opened it and took out a glossy gold edged card and pushed it across the table toward me. ‘I know my secret is safe with you love. Tapping the card with her forefinger she said, ‘Give her a call if you’re interested. I’ve been with the agency for a couple of years and it’s OK. It really is. And by the way, I’m never short of the readies’.

To say I was surprised was an understatement and she clocked my reaction. Again, in a low voice she said, ‘Look, there are several girls here from all sorts of backgrounds that are with the agency and work on a regular basis. Let’s not pretend its anything but prostitution and the shit will hit the fan if it comes to light, but I think the rewards warrant the risk. Anyway, what’s the difference between opening your legs for a guy after him paying for a few drinks and a meal and doing it for cash money, apart that is, that the cash money is better!’ She giggled at that and ended, ‘Well, give the idea some thought, but please keep your mouth shut about what I’ve told you’.

I didn’t exactly agree with her logic, but she was right about the money being better and it was that and my personal history that made me decide to follow up on the suggestion. I only had one lecture that afternoon and as soon as that was over, I found a phone box and with trembling fingers dialled the number on the card. It rang for a long time and I was just about to give up when a soft cultured female voice answered and said, ‘Grace Escort Agency, how I may I be of assistance’?

I stood stock still not knowing what to say it suddenly dawning on me that I didn’t know how to approach the subject. Did open the conversation by saying, ‘Oh hi, I’m looking to be a whore, do you happen to have any vacancies!’ Instead I stammered out that a friend at uni’ had given me the number and I was hoping to speak to someone about a job. Dumb approach or what!

There was a pause and then the cultured voice asked what university I was attending and the name of person who had recommended the agency to me. I passed over the information and after a further pause the voice asked if I was free to visit the agency office that was in Pimlico that afternoon, preferably after 5.00pm, say 5.30, to have a chat? And so, I had an appointment.

It was 3.15pm and I had enough time to get home change and get back into town. At 5.30 sharp I was in Pimlico outside a royal blue, heavy looking panelled door that sported a highly polished brass door knocker in the shape of a Chinese dragon. The door was sandwiched between the shopfront of a boutique to the left and a second-hand bookshop to the right. The street had the air of run-down gentility that had seen better days but was still a nice place to visit and work.

A small polished brass plaque screwed to the right hand side of the door reveal stated ‘GRACE ESCORT AGENCY’ with ‘FIRST FLOOR’ engraved below and beneath that an instruction to ring the bell for attention. Having pressed the bell, the cultivated voice that I had heard over the telephone came through a small intercom, and a moment after I had introduced myself the door lock clicked, and I entered the building. Having climbed a steep flight of stairs covered in an expensive plush dark gold coloured carpet I arrived at the first floor landing and turned left toward another royal blue painted panelled door that was directly ahead of me and that sported another agency plaque, this time with ‘PLEASE KNOCK BEFORE ENTERING’ engraved below the agency name. I knocked and the cultured voice called out ‘Enter’.
I entered a large, spacious, and beautifully decorated office with a pair of wide almost floor to ceiling box framed windows opposite the entrance door. The furnishings were sparce but elegant and of good quality with a s**ttering of attractive Turkish rugs on the floor.


An attractive petit smartly dressed early middle aged lady stood up from where she was seated behind a large ornate antique desk and walked over to me with her hand outstretched. I took it and she introduced herself as Grace Welling the proprietor of Grace Escort Agency. I introduced myself and Grace indicated with her hand toward a large Chesterfield leather settee on the far side of the room where we retired to and sat down. I declined tea or a drink and Grace settled down next to me.

‘I have spoken to your friend at the university who gave you my business card’, Grace said in a matter of fact tone, ‘And she assures me that you are both candid and discreet’.

I nodded in the affirmative and smiled. ’Yes’, I said simply, feeling a little self-conscious in the company of a much older woman about to discus a subject that was taboo in general society.

‘So’, she asked, ‘Tell me about yourself, and please be frank’.

I took a deep breath and told her pretty much everything; that I was in a lesbian relationship with a woman 10 years older than me, that I whored on the side to make ends meet but that my lady lover didn’t know and wouldn’t like it if she found out, and that I wanted a job where I could decide on my hours but above all I wanted a job that paid well. I talked about myself for an hour and when I finished Grace looked at me and smiled.

‘You say that you are a lesbian, but you fuck men and for money’, she said bluntly, that made me squirm a bit. ‘That’s an interesting combination if you don’t mind my saying. Not unknown, but unusual as most lesbians abhor male genitalia let alone being penetrated by it. Clearly that does not apply to you. Who was your first sexual experience with, a man or a woman?’

I told her about selling virginity and that caused her to raise her eyebrows. ‘My, my, very enterprising of you and your gentleman friend, I’m sure!’ She exclaimed. Then laughing, she said, ‘I must make a note of the idea myself!’

I grinned at her and she patted my hand. ‘Well done you. Us ladies must take our chances when they arise. Now, what I need you to do next is voluntary and up to you, but I would like you to strip off your clothes, first down to your under garments and then later to remove those and pose for me completely naked’.

I blanched at that and shifted uneasily on the settee. ‘May I ask why?’ I asked.

Grace smiled benevolently and held out her hand that I took in mine. She had me stand up and then moved closer to me. I didn’t recognise her perfume, but it was lovely, and I made a mental note to find out what it was and to buy some.

‘Because my dear, and I am being very blunt here you understand? I am selling a ‘product’ and that ‘product’ might be you, as is the case with all my other girls. I need to know that you are the right kind of ‘product’, something that will please the eye and the touch of my very discerning gentlemen clientele’.

I thought for a moment and decided that what she had said made commercial sense so I nodded that I understood, and Grace indicated that I should undress. After a while, when I had removed my skirt and blouse and was down to my underwear of just stockings, suspender belt, knickers and bra she asked that I stop, went over to her desk and took out a camera from one of the top drawers.

‘Please pose for me by laying out on the Chesterfield on your left-hand side facing me’. She directed. I did as I was told and just knew that I looked like a pile of washing. Clearly Grace thought the same and came over and generally rearranged me until she achieved what she was looking for.

I felt a bit unnerved, not having been photographed in a state of undress before but she explained that as her ‘product’ she would periodically need to show my photographs to clients as it would be unlikely that I would be present for them to see me in the flesh. She directed me to lay and sit in various positions showing my legs and torso and rear end to the full. Then she had me sit leaning back on the settee and then to stretch my legs out in front of me and spread them wide apart exposing my crotch in all its glory. I could feel myself blushing with embarrassment whilst wondering what my family would make of such pictures if they ever saw them. As if reading my mind, Grace assured me that the photographs would never leave her possession and that they would be kept in a very safe place.

‘Now dear, please remove the rest of your clothes and follow my directions again’. She instructed as she loaded another film into the camera. I stripped off and stood facing her my hands covering my genitalia.

Grace looked at me and frowned. ‘Remove your hands from there dear, she instructed. ‘That’s your prime asset in this business so you cannot go around covering it up. For the majority of men, that is what they are paying you for, so if you are to succeed you need to give it up and show it willingly’. Then she paused and studied me for few moments. ‘You have nice firm breasts and good nipples, not too large but just right. And I have to say that you have a magnificent thicket of pubic hair. My, my I have several cients who will pay us well to delve into that! And she laughed that made me giggle mostly im emarrasment but also be cause I found her amusing.

‘Now’, she said ‘Lets get started. Lay on the settee like you did the first time and then follow my direction.

I did as I was told and Grace put me through more poses, this time many of them very explicit, with me bending over with my legs apart or laying flat with my legs raised and spread eagled, every pose showing off my ‘prime asset’ to maximum effect as well as my tits and arse. Having used up the second roll of film she told me to get dressed and as I proceeded to do so she went to a glass fronted cabinet and removed a bottle of whiskey, a sodar siphon and two glasses. Without asking if I liked whiskey, she poured two large measures, shot some sodar into each glass and handed one to me.

‘You are a very attractive young woman’, she complimented me, raising her glass in my direction. ‘And more so, you have a distinct sexual aura. Do you know what I mean by that?’

I shook my head. ‘No, I don’t’. I replied.

‘I mean that you exude a sexuality that attracts men to you. Probably woman as well, but mostly it will be men. Men are like dogs and other male a****ls, they can smell a woman who likes sex and could be available to the right approach, and is available for sex to the right mate or mates, usually in the plural as such a woman is unlikely to be satisfied with one male, one cock. It becomes boring and tedious to be fucked by just one cock. A woman like you needs and craves multiple lovers. That is why you will be a success in this line of work’. Grace raised her glass to me again and took another sip. ‘If you want to give this work a try I’ll put you on a three-week probation period which means that you will service two clients a week over the period. If I receive good reports about your performances, I’ll offer you a permanent listing’.



We sat and discussed the rules that I had to abide by, the terms of my employment and my cut of the money that I earned after Grace had taken 40%, plus any incidental expenses such as if I needed money for clothes, subs for taxi’s etc. Even after such a large reduction the money was mind blowingly good and I jumped at the chance to get on the band wagon. Grace made it clear that the dress code was high end on every ‘date’ with every client. She explained that often you were expected to partner men to restaurants, theatres, parties and business trips etc. ‘Only the best will do sweetheart’, She said, ‘No cheap and nasty, everything from your shoes, your underwear and stockings to your make up must be top end. Make a list of what you intend to wear and to put on yourself make up and perfume wise, and let me see it. I’ll alter it if need be. Condoms; you always insist on the man wearing one, absolutely no exceptions even if you are offered more money to take him ‘bare back’. It's a no, no. You know about sexually transmitted deceases, STD’s?

I nodded. ‘Somewhat’. I said.

‘Make yourself fully aware darling. This is part of your trade, a danger that you must stay clear of. You go down with the pox or the like and you are finished here forever. Is that clear?’

Again, I nodded in the affirmative.

Grace went over to her desk and opened a drawer out of which she removed a pale blue plastic folder that she then carried across the room and gave to me. All you need to know about STD’s and other information about sexual intercourse is in this file along with the business card of the clinic that all my girls have to attend once a fortnight to be tested. The results are sent to me, but you pay for the tests at the time of your appointment. Understood?’

I nodded again.

‘If anything comes up on the tests, I shall call you and you will not, I repeat not, attend upon any of our clients until I say that you may do so. Yes?

I nodded again.

You will attend the clinic tomorrow to be tested. Can you make that?

‘Yes’. I said, ‘But it will have to be after 3.00pm as I have lectures to attend’.

‘I’ll call the clinic and make the appointment first thing tomorrow. ‘Phone me around mid-morning and I’ll confirm or otherwise and let you know when to attend. Our clients rely upon us to provide ‘clean’ woman and we can prove that by providing certificates that state that they have been tested and are free of any form of STD. There are no exceptions. If you miss a test you are out of the game until you are tested and given the all clear. Do you have any questions?

I said no, that all that she had said was clear to me. However, I added that I didn’t have the cash to pay for a test.

Grace smiled, ‘No problem, I’ll pay the clinic and you can reimburse the cost from your first earnings. Now, finally, condoms. As I said earlier you always make sure that the man wears one. Not one that he provides, only one that you provide and that I will provide to you. I will supply them to you and then we know they are as safe as safe can be. Are you on the pill?’

‘Yes’ I said.

‘Good, keep on it unless I say otherwise. Other relationships. You say that you are a lesbian and in a long term relationship?

‘Yes’ I confirmed.

‘You also told me that you freelanced as an escort to earn money, and that you have done that from an early age. Is that correct?’

Again I concurred.

‘That must stop as of right now. No more freelancing whilst you are employed by this agency. Is that agreed?’

‘Yes’ I said firmly.

‘OK. Now, are you having sex or ongoing sexual relations with other women or with men other than those that pay you for sex?’

I didn’t answer her immediately, and Grace looked at me quizzically. ‘Well?’ she demanded.

‘Yes’. I said. ‘I recently had group sex with my partner and three of her friends. It was the first time’.

‘And probably not the last’. Grace added in an even tone. ‘OK, here’s the thing; you can pick up STD’s from anyone, particularly those with multiple partners. When you attend the clinic, you will have to complete a form. The form asks questions about your sexual activity since the last time you were tested. It asks with how many people, their sexes, and the frequency. You must divide your answers into two categories, the men that you have sex with whilst working for this agency and others, men or women that you have recreational sex with when and how often. You don’t provide names, just numbers. It is very important that you are absolutely honest in your answers. Is that clear and understood.

‘Yes, I fully understand’ I said.

‘And you will comply? demanded Grace.

‘Absolutely’.

‘OK, that’s good. I believe that given time you will be an asset to the agency, and we will both benefit financially. Remember, you are not a street walker or a pavement hooker. You are not controlled by a pimp and you are free to work for this agency at any time that suits you. I will offer you assignations and it is up to you whether you accept them or not. If you do accept, you will always act and comport yourself professionally and with the highest standards. You are a courtesan, not a common prostitute or hooker, despite what others may on occasions call you’. Grace paused, took another sip of her drink and continued: ‘And lastly, and you must always remember this, I send you out as an escort to keep a man company for an evening’. And then she added with a broad smile, ‘You are forbidden to offer anything else, under no circumstances must you have sex or any form of sexual contact with a client on pain of instant dismissal because such an activity is deemed to be against the law. Do I make myself clear?’

Having signed a contract and an agreement to abide by the agency rules I left the agency office a little after 9.00pm with an assurance from Grace that I would receive my first ‘assignation’ by the beginning of the following week.

Grace was tough on the dress code and rejected much of what I put forward including my make up and perfume. The result being that I had to meet her in the west end of London and she ‘kitted’ me out as she termed it with two of everything that would see me through my probation period. Of course, the money would come out of earnings which didn’t leave me with much left over but it kicked started my new ‘career’. I attended the clinic and went through various tests. A few days later Grace informed me that I was clear and therefore eligible to work for the next 10 days.

The arrangement was that I would call Grace at pre-arranged times on pre-arranged days and that she would provide me with a list of dates that she had on offer. She would describe the client in detail including their sexual preferences and any picadilloes and how they had behaved with other of her girls. It was then up to me to agree to take them on or not. The first guy, that I have already described when opening this story, had a decent MO, although without exception the four girls he had been with before had described him as rude and off-hand but not overly rough or at all violent and a good tipper particularly as was his way if they agreed to a ‘quickie’ after the main event. I later laughed at that! It was the good tipper bit that swayed my judgement. In fact, he was generous, paying me 30% over the odds for both sessions. Despite my initial misgivings he was the first on my list that I would serve again.

When you sign up with the agency you are given a list of sexual practices that although not exhaustive certainly covers a huge range, a lot at that time in my life I had never heard of let alone experienced. You had to cross out all those that you would not indulge in to avoid disappointing a client and causing grief if you failed to perform some act that the client thought you would perform. The list was two pages long in small type and by the time I had finished I had crossed out alarge percentage of them. As far as I can recall I agreed a repertoire that consisted of:
Regular sex, missionary position, doggy position, cock riding, penetration from behind while laying on my side (left or right hand side), hand job, wanking a cock between my breasts, wanking a cock between my legs and or feet without the client having actual virginal penetration or if he did that was extra, allowing a guy to wank over any part of my body including my face, blow job including sucking his balls, and deep throat swallowing his cum, fingering a guys arsehole, either during the act of sexual intercourse or otherwise, light biting of the penis, peeing on a guy or allowing him to pee on me (these I was persuaded to add by Grace as my repertoire was, she said, on the boring side). All variants of a hand job to wank a guy off. Allow the guy to masturbate me with or without the aid of a sex toy. Masturbate myself to orgasm while the guy watched. I allowed that I would administer light chastisement to a client but not have it administered to me. I would allow dildos and other safe sex toys to penetrate me but not my anus that was strictly out of bounds including, (again Grace had me include this one), certain forms of clean fruit, vegetables and salad. I allowed certain types of pussy and nipple clamps (Alice liked those, so I was happy with them), kinky clothing, boots, leather, rubber and other types of material clothing. A combination of any or all of the above during any single sitting.

All in all, at the time, it was an education to me the variety of ways a guy could fuck a woman!

And so friends, I started my career as a part time whore, whoops! sorry Grace, an escort and I left the Battersea flat with a wedge of cash thinking that the old saying that men liked to bandy about ‘that a woman was sitting on a fortune if only they would use it’ was absolutely true!

Next time, a not so nice encounter!!