My 3rd outcall of the day, so feeling burned out and pre-menstrual.
Realised I'd left my work phone at home and couldn't call him to let me into the Travelodge. Oh, the glamour was just begining folks..
As luck would have it, he was leaving his landing as I arrived and he let me through the keycarded door.
Seemed fairly decent until things turned to the actual act. The teeniest willy I have ever seen on a 6ft tall, 16 stone bloke. Wouldn't normally write such stuff but he was a knobhead ( maybe that's where it went then?

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Not a clue how to deal with an Escort other than ordering me around and complaining bitterly he couldn't keep hard.
In these cases I find myself thinking;
1. If this had been my 1st ever booking, there would never have been a 2nd and
2.
how was this guy ever married for a quarter of a century to someone before she realised what an arsehole he is??