LOL, that's so funny, I'm not alone in hearing those imortal lines with a feeling of dread "I want to please you"! ....If only I had the courage to say "marvellous, I'll get the hoover out whilst you do the ironing and seeing as you're here, can you fix the fence?"
If they really wanted to please they would come dressed as a fireman, have been in the gym for the last six months and have a six pack and rock hard arms, and be willing to let me fall asleep as soon as I'd had an orgasm.... but noooo what they actually want is to make you scream their name, beg for more then refuse to take the money saying it's all been too fabulous, I must pay you.
Gosh aren't I the cynic, tsk tsk...
What I really dislike are the following questions:
what's your real name?
How did you get into this?
Do you enjoy what you do?
Can I bring my brother next time? No that last one's made up, I wouldn't mind because it would be double time.
Lilly xxx