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He said he was 58 years old, but I think he was about years older than that. A week or two later, I drove over to his apartment. I was petrified, but I needed the money so I rang the doorbell. It was a lovely apartment, and he paid upfront. He was nice enough. Had a shower, bit of a chat afterwards, and then he kissed me goodbye on the cheek. I think the fact that I said no to rimming annoyed him a little, but he texted later and asked if I would like to do a threesome with another working girl. Things proceeded from there. The business was booming in I drank a heap of wine before I went to the agency.
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Well, I am now. Then he started to text to say he was running late at work — a lot, so I started to suspect," she said. A woman's intuition is never wrong. He broke down when I confronted him. He was very, very upset and begged me not to leave him. He was so upset I had to tell his family. I was worried about what he was going to do," she said. I never thought it would happen to us. We had a good marriage. That was all she wanted to know? What about the sex? The sweet nothings he could have whispered? That was one question I hadn't have been asked before.
But what the hell was I trying to say? Even I didn't know. I get paid a lot of money to do it. All men who come to see me have needs, usually non-sexual, whether it's cuddling or stroking or telling me about their lonely marriages. While the cuddling sometimes is harder than the sex, it's just my job. I don't have feelings for them, or your husband. It's a job, nothing less, nothing more. I'm thinking how long I'll have to cuddle him for before I should pop him in the shower. Sometimes I don't really think of anything. I am certainly not thinking how much I like your husband and how I want to prise him away from you.
When your husband or any other client leaves, I don't think about him. I don't remember half of them. I suppose looking back, we were fighting a lot at the time. I wanted a baby and was pretty focused on that. I admit I wasn't the easiest person to live with," she said. Don't ever blame yourself. There was no crazy sex with him? It's rarely about the sex. The sex is the cherry on top and usually it's vanilla. It's about the intimacy. The sex is just normal run-of-the-mill sex. Clients may think they're booking an escort for sex, but quite often the time together turns into a bit of a therapy session. All the money he's saved on hookers — sorry, escorts — he's bought himself a sports car!
I track his phone and … " "Whoa. Hang on, you track his phone? Steph, I'm going to be honest with you. You cannot live like that. That will send you insane, it's is no way for anyone to live. You either decide to trust him and move on.