I started frequenting massage parlours and escorts when I was 22 back in 1977. Back then the law was very strict and it was quite nerve racking just to enter a place.

I was fortunate that the first lady I went to was a true artist and I was begging for release when she eventually let me explode in her mouth. After that I was hooked and kept going back until she left.

Then I had a problem, none of the other ladies I tried came close to her artistry. Lets face it, anyone can give a guy a hand job, or blow job, or open their legs. I was not short of normal sexual partners either, what I wanted was the artistry.

Luckily I found someone else, but like any other profession they come and go. I have been fortunate in finding them without to much trial and error. The last one was a lady named Simone (alias) who I followed around for many years. The last place she worked was