Seen 18 months ago he reminded me. Booked 30 mins massage HR, upgraded to 1 hr on arrival...as he's counting the cash..... 'full sex ok?'
My fees has gone up £50 but he's got his amazed face on so I cave and say 'yes'.
(My head calculates 2 mins of vag and no BJ for the loss of £50)
I already see he's rolling with some personality disorder.
Then a slow drip feed of micro-requests
5 glasses of water?
Can he have jazz?
Can he turn my music off?
Could you blow on my chest?
Can I have oil?
Could he sit by the mirror?
Could I put my arse by the mirror?
Can we do doggy?
Can I hold his knackers?
Can I manoever so he manages the boobs?
His phone alarm goes off as he's now vegan and can't sustain life without necking vitamins through the day.

He's become that irritating little gnat buzzing on your nose.
I really want him out and consider telling him I can't do the hour due to a bad tummy.
'I don't mean to freak you out by asking things. I'll make sure to tell you next time'. (

in your dreams mate)
Then continues requesting and I refuse all very gently and sweet.
I think he's waiting for me to get annoyed, subbing from the top? autism spectrum or pick n' mix of both?
'I like it when you say no' he says. OK so that's his game.
Give him his 2 mins of vag and hes not cumming. I leave him to jerk off on his own as I arrange loudly with my imaginary client to ring the door. He's done.
Shows no sense of urgency getting dressed, takes his sweet time but I've earned my stripes having bitten my tongue and he leaves 10 minutes early.
Thanks me for a lovely experience.
