Restraints

He was nice. Easy to talk to, not at all boastful and seemingly more interested in me than in talking about himself.

The drive from one of London's top restaurants in Mayfair to the apartment in Cheshunt into which I had recently moved can take anywhere from an hour during the day to around fifteen minutes in the early hours of the morning.

John was relentless in his ramming of my cunt and I felt myself begin to climax and as it washed over me in wave after wave of pleasure he shot his spunk into me with several powerful spurts which I felt hit my cervix.

It all began when Steve, my husband of fifteen years came home and told me that he had been made redundant from his job with a big software company in Holborn.

Rushing around the house, we were making sure everything was locked and we had all the things we needed for the weekend.

As in any vocation, levels of competence differ between different sex workers.

For this, I do not need a name... I am whatever you want—whoever you want; stranger on the street, friend, co-worker, partner, celebrity. I am who you need me to be.

It was interesting to make nice conversation with a beautiful woman that I had just spent 2 hours making love to and I didn’t think she realized who I was! Yes, this lovely lady is a beautiful blonde Wembley escort and is the respectable wife of an acquaintance of mine both of whom I just happened to run into at this cocktail party.

As agreed, we met at a small open-air coffeeshop in the more relaxed area of downtown Harrow. It was the sort of commercial neighborhood that was designed to make patrons look professional but hip. I'm sure that if I were looking I'd see a Starbucks or a Costa's somewhere nearby.