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Unlike some of the other girls at London escorts, I did not meet my Sugar Daddy on a London escorts date. My friend runs a bar in a London golf club, and when I met my Sugar Daddy, I was helping her out. It was one of those hectic Sunday afternoons at the club, and the clubhouse was packed with single gents enjoying a pint or the Sunday carvery. This one gentleman kept looking at me all of the time, and when the crowds cleared, he was sitting at the bar with a smile on his face. I realised that he had not taken his eyes of me all day.

With service coming to an end, I asked if I could treat him to a glass of brandy on the house. He smiled and said that he rather treat me. Looking at him, he seemed a little bit like one of the many single gents I often dating at London escorts, but his need came across a different. He invited me to sit next to him and I was glad to take the weight off my feet as I was due for another shift at London escorts the next day. As I slid down on the bar stool next to his, I decided that I would not tell him anything about London escorts.

He told me that he lived close by in London, and asked me if I worked at the club now. I made up some story about working in a late night club in London as I was pretty sure that if I told him about London escorts, he would flee instantly in his expensive sports car taking his collection of costly golf clubs with him. I don't know what it was about him, but suddenly he seemed a million miles away from the sort of guy I normally hooked up with at London escorts. There was nothing fake about this man.

A couple of weeks later, after we had been out to some of London's top restaurant, I realised that I was in love with him. He had this habit of treating me like his little Sugar Babe, but at the same time I felt more valued that I had ever done at London escorts. When we kissed there was so much more than animal attraction there and I fell in love with him. The girls at London escorts thought it was all about those nice presents that he handed to me left, right and center, but that was not it at all.

We have been together for six months now, and I have even let him persuade me to play golf. More than anything I do that to keep him happy, but just being with him is an important part of my life. But I am still not sure how he feels about me. It could be that my work at London escorts has made me a little bit insecure, but I hope he at least likes me. This afternoon, once I put my PING golf clubs in our new car , his words not mine, I will have to tell him I pregnant. I do wonder if that will wipe that smile from his face, but I have a funny feeling that it won't.

Underage sex and child abuse never seem to be out of the headlines these days. I hate to say, says Alexia from cheap escorts, that I think that it is going to get worse. Yesterday, I read in the Daily Mail that they had caught another member of what I would call “high society” here in the UK for having unerage sex. Yes, it happened sometime ago, but it did still happen. All of the girls here at cheap escorts are strictly against underage sex and sex with minors.

Unfortunately, it still happens in the UK today. Some of the accusations do not come out in the press all of time. Lots of stuff goes through our courts without us knowing about it, and that makes it ever more tragic. I was talking about this problem with some of my friends at London escorts yesterday, and they said it is heart breaking. You may not know this, but there are a lot of child prostitution in London today. On occasion, we hear some horrific stories here at London escorts.

Many people who have been subject to sexual abuse in their childhood, never develop proper relationships. On a break at London escorts yesterday I read a really sad story about a woman in her 50’s who had been abused as a child. At the age of 56 years old, she still loved alone and was not interested in forming any relationships at all. That is the most common side effect from being abused as a child. Stories like that are more and more common, and many of the girls here at London escorts do get upset by them.

Children should be able to trust adults but that is getting more difficult. I keep thinking how the kids who read all of these headlines feel. If they are having something happening at the time, I think that reading the newspaper headlines make them feel worse. Would you report it? One of the girls who I work with at London escorts says that the headlines would make her feel that she would end up in the papers, and she would probably not report it at all. I keep on wondering if we should take about it more in schools rather than turning to newspaper headlines, they must after all really frighten kids.

Some girls who are brought into the child prostitution game here in London end up with both physical injuries and emotional scars. If we ever hear anything about a child prostitute here at London escorts, we report the case to the police straight away. They have special units who deal with this kind of information. It cannot be an easy job for the police neither, and I keep thinking about all of the professionals who have to deal with this kind of information. How do they cope and how do they feel? It is pretty bad all around and we really don’t need this in society at all. How do we stamp it out?

Couple_BedAs I stretched out on the bed my head rung with the same statement over and over. “My marriage is dead. Here lies the matrimony of Alice and Grayson.”

I sat up and looked at the empty right side of our bed and wondered where he could be. Who was he fucking now? How young was this one? And each time I asked myself one of these questions, I hated myself. I sneaked past the kids’ bedroom and walked to the downstairs den. I reached out for his Scottish gin and sat on his favorite seat. I again wondered where he might be, and who he was with.

And there at the tip of my memories was me and Luca. A younger me, 17 I think. And he, 20 something. Back when I was more exciting, I had a ferocious fire in me. And no one on the face of the earth could compete to the excitement that was brought by the affair I had with my father’s trainer and body builder, Luca. If he were here now, we would be rolling in silk sheets, doing God knows what to each other.

In the same train of thought, came the memory of yet another old flame.

“I was hot… I was the bomb back then,” I said to myself as he and his perfect teenage form appeared more vividly. Yes, captain of the football team and the high school jock of Golden Eagle High. Steven, and his dreams for us.

I placed the drink down on the stool beside the chair and concentrated my thoughts on Luca. I slowly reached for my breast and intoxicated myself with the memories of how he used clasp them and caress them. My lips were now wet with desire for one kiss from him one more time. And my pussy became wet as I recalled his tongue working its way down.

And in the same atmosphere of heat, was Steven and that midnight we shared in the woods. When I took his virginity and taught him how to make a woman out of girl. Skills I would regret teaching him. But still skills I would take advantage of. By now my panties were down and my index finger was slowly caressing my clit.

With each stroke there was either Luca, Steven or both. And as I touched myself I reminisced how one of them touched me, and with every gasp I remembered how they silenced me by closing my mouth with their lips.
And as made it to the edge, I heard an almost defying roar as the living room den door opened

“What the Hell is going on here? And who the fuck are Luca and Steven?” inquired Grayson.

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