Anne had just come home from her retirement party, Anne was neat and organised, she worked as a civil servant for a home counties Government department.
I started walking along the side of the A6 just North of Luton trying to thumb a lift, it was a rare boiling hot day when a van stopped for me, I was so grateful to escape the heat.
My flat mate Hayley and I had decided that we wanted to experience a foursome but trying to hook our boyfriends in was proving rather difficult, so we decided it would be fun to set up some strangers and besides we were getting bored with our guys.
Damn, blast fucking car, heap of shit it's broken down again this time I'm stuck on a lonely country road with no fucking phone signal. Thank god there is at least a house in the distance.
As a young single bloke wanting to lead a life I couldn't afford I had ran up debts I couldn't pay and had made the huge mistake of going to a local shark lender.
Sally got up as soon as the alarm went off, as she pulled the cover to get out of bed, her slim long legs touched the floor, god it was cold, the heating should be on, Sally thought.
Leta is a West Indian girl who was introduced to me by an artist friend who used her as a muse for one particular reason. She had the most fantastic butt, she was known locally as the 'Bubble Butt of Stanstead'.
You belong to me. I'm sure those men in there would have thoroughly enjoyed you. However, you are not theirs to enjoy without my expressed permission.
As requested Slave 46 was brought to the correction room down in the basement of the manor, by Mike and John Lady Grey trusted henchmen, all he was wearing was a thick leather collar and a metal cock cage.
I was scared and felt so alone, yet I wasnt in danger and after all I had wanted this moment for so long. Now it had happened I wasnt so sure.
I love body hair on a woman and as much as possible, to me it is meant to be. I know Im in minority and in the UK the trend is to be shaved, waxed, threaded whatever.
Diane had been visiting me for quite a few weeks and what started off as professional sports therapy massage for a torn cruciate ligament turned into quite a sordid little affair.
Sue had answered a small ad in the Evening Standard and begged me to go with her; hence this is why on a warm July evening we made our way across town on the Piccadilly Line to Hatton Cross. Sue was very sketchy about what it entailed she just said it was for extra's in small private films.
I tripped out of Annabels at around 3am, still no sign of Mel. I was fuming whilst I wasn't hammered and knew my surroundings I wasn't happy to be left alone at such an hour. I knew the dangers of unlicensed cabs and black cabs were expensive.
Anna and I have been working for Diamond Escorts for a few years and being as we like to keep our lovely clients entertained part of that is being well groomed ourselves.