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One day I was really lonely, my girlfriend was out of town, and quite frankly I didn’t know what to do with myself. I was paging through the phone book, looking for escort agencies and making lists. This was because I found they were a great place to sell my goods - at that time I was selling jewellery, stockings and perfume.

I was also looking for the more local places, as I liked to keep fit by walking to as many places as I could and this idea hit me. Why don’t I call up and escort agency and instead of trying to flog to them, give them some of the money I had made back, by exchange of trade. In other words get myself a sex prostitutes.

I thought about my girlfriend and I decided, you know what a sex prostitute is actually the best idea. It’s just business, there are no emotional ties, I pay them for a fuck or whatever it is I want and wash my hands (and my cock) clean of the whole matter.

I didn’t think it was a good idea to phone one of the agencies I live close to and often sold good to, so I found one in the closest suburb and gave them a call. A appointment was duly made and I tarted (pun intended) myself up and off I went to hunt for hymen (figuratively speaking).

It has never been a problem for me to walk into a brothel or escort agency as they are so nicely called, because I am used to selling there. Although this time the tables were turned, it was easy for me to walk in.

A couple of the girls ask if I was looking for a date and I replied "yes, but I am still looking."

Eventually I picked on one little girl who looked promising and as I was hungry, I asked her out to dinner. She said sure, and off we went like any regular date. We got talking and she told me how her husband liked the fact she was a call girl, it turned him on. I was fascinated.

You know what, the evening passed and we had a really good time, when I dropped her back at the agency, we had had dinner and drinks and a really good and interesting talk, but I didn’t feel any excitement or sexual energy. I just paid her and left her there, standing on the doorstep, thanking her for the great date, while she stared at me as though I had lost my marbles.

It was too weird, but at the end of the night I took her back to the agency and paid her - no sex, other than a mind-fuck. But I also realised, that I, like her husband, had as bit of a fetish for hearing about sex, and not so much participating in the act bring on sex prostitutes.

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