Bargara Leatherboy

For me it's the proper British speech.  For some time, I have been impressed how a Brit can tell someone to kiss his ass and make it sound complimentary.  Of course, if it were Nicholas Galitzine who told me that, it would be genuinely appealing.  😛

I had an interesting threesome - I had been checking out a hot provider in my town (he no longer advertises.   He was definitely a hot leather man master , we set up a time and my instructions were to arrive at a st corner ring him and he would provide directions.  I was also directed to have the fee in my right side pocket.
Arrived at the intersection rang, got told to go to a roller garage door. - slide it up, walk inside, turn around slide the garage door down and stand with my hands above my head facing the garage door.
I did - and heard his footsteps - and them the feel of is body pressed against mine. He removed my glasses, slipped a eye mask over my eyes and told me to follow him.
I ended up in a room with him, still blind folded, although I could see a little out the bottom of the eye mask.  we had some conversation, we had already talked about what I wanted and limits etc.   he then said he had not mentioned that he had a hot blonde Russian body builder as a slave and was I happy for him to join it.
Of course I said yes, He said - Ok will go and get him. I could hear the conversation, basically yes he is happy for you to join in.
So in comes the two of them, master fully clothed in boots jeans and a harness under a leather jacket, studly slave naked except for a collar.
I was ordered to do various fun activities like kiss the slave, bit his nipples, play with his cock, suck his cock, then the play turned to the master who wanted his cock sucked , some spanking and flogging continued, with what I could not take the slave getting,  It was a hot session ended up with a wild sharing of hot loads.
Sometimes you just have to go with the flow - this one worked out and was excellent.
I had another with two hot escorts in Melbourne,  I had contacted both of them separately and had some detailed conversations with the more kinkier one first, but I was very attracted to the physical appearance of the second.  The second one mentioned that he did 3 sums with number 1 so I explored that option.    Number 2 said he was not very kinky but when he was in a 3sum with number 1 he got more kinky than he usually was.
So the night happened, I was in Melbourne and staying at the Gatehouse - a guesthouse with 2 sling rooms that you could rent for the night, or hours, I was staying there.
That night was more than I could have hopped for, as both men were sexy, in different ways and we had lots of fun, and they had some fun with each other too.  
That one will be a repeat sometime.
 
Try it - the real secret is communication.  
 
 
 
 

So glad I re-discovered this thread! Always nice to get confirmed I’m not the only one engaging in such licentious behaviour! 😂
I’ve been fortunate in that I’ve managed to have a number of encounters thru the years with hotel staff. I thought I’d share one tale of my wanton ways with you gents! 

This one is a bit lengthy, I tried to edit it down, but there’s a lot of buildup, a lot of “am I reading this right” over 36 hours before we got sweaty. 

Some years ago, my travels for work brought me to what we called “Asia-Pac & Oceania” fairly frequently. Basically once a quarter I’d be out in region for 3-4 weeks, traveling between countries. This one trip, towards the end, I was in Singapore for about 4 days. I was then scheduled to head to Australia to round out the trip. I always added on about a week of PTO in Australia each time to enjoy the local talents so to speak, and was looking forward to it.

Anyway, I’m in Singapore, and the hotel I’m booked into has “butlers”, for a lack of a better word, assigned to each suite. You had the same gent for your entire stay - he’d be responsible for example, bringing you room service, taking care of any dry cleaning or laundry, ironing, extra towels, toiletries, items you forgot or ran out of, running errands if needed, unpacking, packing, etc.. The “butler” that trip I had had before - very nice, slightly built Asian gent. No attraction whatsoever on my part. 

My planned last day in Singapore, I finished up work about noon, and decided to make the short walk back to the hotel, and relax before the overnight flight to Sydney. Of course, it began to rain - and rain in Singapore in no joke. I picking up my pace, getting soaked, but I’m only a few minutes from the hotel. The forecourt had polished granite pavers in the drive, or something like that - whatever they were, they were slippery. I should have been walking in the footpath, but in my haste to get out of the rain, I cut thru the drive, and of course wiped out. 

Doorman, and staff come to my aid, get me up and into the lobby. I should add I have a bad back, so I knew it was fcuked then and there. Thankfully, I always travel with my muscle relaxants and pain killers - hoping with them, and a good night’s sleep I’d be OK in a few hours for the 8 hour flight to Sydney. It was a misery undressing, getting in the shower, getting into a robe. I decided to err on the side of caution, called the front desk to extend my stay, which thankfully they were able to, switched flights, rearranged things in Australia, etc.. Hotel was wonderful, offering to get a doctor for me, comping meals, and drinks. 

I popped my pills, dropped the robe, crawled into bed with a few moans and groans and hoped for the best. 

Come morning, I find I can’t even maneuver myself out of the bed. Ugh! I have no choice but to call the “butler” to ask for help. He knocks, I say come in, using the pass key he enters and what a surprise! Not the slightly built Asian gent - but a tall, younger, well muscled feast for the eyes. Oh my. He introduced himself as “Harry”, and reading my face said he was taking over for the other gent. He had a lovely voice, deep and with that particular accent one finds in Singapore - a kind of Asian-English accent - thick glossy hair, deep brown eyes, and his musculature was very evident thru the short sleeved uniform shirt/jacket he wore. To give a visual, think of the actor Jason Wong, but with a thick muscular build.

Now mind you, I’m naked under a sheet in bed, and I let him know due to my back, I needed help getting out. He flashed a dazzling smile “no problem”, strides over and is leaning on one knee on the bed over me, trying to maneuver me. I’m trying to hold on to the sheet to preserve some dignity, Harry noticed and said “don’t worry about that, it’s fine”. He gets me up, I realise he’s about 6’ maybe 6’1”, thank him, ask for the robe, and say I’m good now. I start to walk, really shuffle with a few grunts towards the bathroom, and Harry offers “don’t be silly, you need help” and proceeds to wrap his left arm around my upper back, taking my right hand in his right hand and slowly guides me to the bathroom. “Don’t worry, just go, I have you” I’m sure I turned 20 shades of red, but go I did as my hunky Singaporean “butler” held me up. Done, he stayed at my side as I washed my hands, brushed my teeth.

He suggested a shower to help my muscles relax, and without really waiting was ushering me to the walk in, adjusting the temps, and taking off my robe. At some point he removed his uniform top, so I’m being manhandled by this shirtless muscular younger guy into the shower. Harry tells to just brace myself against the wall, and he takes the handheld attachment, adjusts it to the pulse and directs it at my back. I will say it felt amazing, and I wouldn’t have been able to do it myself. He readjusted to regular shower and used that all over my body, front, back, top to bottom, reaching in to manoeuvre me as needed. All the while smiling saying “you’re doing well, just a few more minutes to make you feel fresh”. Well, ok. 

Shower done, I ask for a towel, but no, he towels me off. I try to protest, but he just smiles and tells me I’m clearly unable. Needless to say, this close contact started to have a effect. I just thought of anything to keep me down. I was obviously “plumped” but not fully “up”. Small mercies.

Harry walks me naked into the sitting room, gently lowers me onto a towel on the sofa, and goes into the bedroom to redress the bed, then comes to get me, asking if I wanted to wear anything, I’m struggling to keep “down”, so to end this I just said no, and he said “good, naked is better when you’re feeling poorly” with that smile again. 

He gets me in bed, propped up on a bunch of pillows, on his knees on the bed with me, arranging me. I’m both mortified, and incredibly turned on. He’s finally satisfied with how I’m situated, goes to the bathroom, comes out carrying his uniform top asking what else I need - OMG! When did my life turn into a porn film I’m thinking lol
I ask for my pills, he drops his top, goes and gets my pills, and says “these say to take with food, so tell me what you want to eat first, and I’ll give it to you”. Another OMG moment. Mind you he’s still walking around topless, and despite my pain, I’m having all sorts of naughty thoughts about Harry. I give him my order, he passes me the remote and phone, then kind of braces an arm against the headboard, leans over me to ask if I’ll be ok while he’s gone. As I’m admiring his muscles, I assure him I will be fine, thank him for all his attentiveness. He smiles, puts on his top, and says “it’s all part of the service”. 

He goes, I’m like “WTF just happened????”
Harry came back with the breakfast, nothing else happened then. He continued to check on me thru the day, helped me out of bed a few more times as needed. He’d even stay and chat a bit. Came to find he was getting his advanced degree, while working at the hotel, he asked about NYC, I asked about his life, etc.. A very nice, charming, and to my eyes, a hot young man. I’m now at this point convinced the back pain, wishful thinking, and my own mortification at the situation that morning totally coloured my interpretation of what was said, what happened. Ah well. Still some nice eye candy! 

These “butlers” normally go off duty at 7 or 8PM. He brought my dinner, I again thanked him for all his help, and wished him a good night. He smiled and said “good night? the manager said you were in a bad way, so he has me staying at the hotel tonight to be on call for you” Oh ok. Another visit or two, then lights out for me. 

Next day, I was feeling better, and was more ambulatory, but he insisted on helping me, so my morning ablutions were a repeat of the previous day’s.  He gets me back to bed, commenting on how I’m moving better, and says a massage would help. I thought he was right, asked who was available at the hotel, he just smiled raised his hands wiggling his fingers “you’re in luck, Harry’s magic fingers are all yours!” Oh my! He left, saying he’d be back with his supplies. 

Harry returns, moves me off the bed, says the bed will be fine as I wouldn’t be able to climb on the table yet. Gets a big bath sheet on the bed, helps me back on, face down. He takes his top off as I expected, then starts on his pants, he smiles, stops taking them off, says “is it okay I just don’t want to get any of oils or lotions on them” Carry on, Harry.

So picture it, me naked face down on the bed, hugging some pillows, this big muscular Singaporean now down to a tight, and a very well filled out pair of short black boxer briefs is basically straddling me. I will say, he knew what he was doing, and I told him so. He offered, at one point he thought of going into physical therapy, so he had training. I was fully “up” by the time he rolled me over, but he passed no comment. 

I pretty much ate, slept, watched TV, had visits from Harry the rest of the day. He said he was off duty that night, but front desk knows I may need help, so call if I do. I thanked him again, told I’m I’ll see you tomorrow, and to enjoy his night. He replied don’t worry, I’ll come see you before I go. I thought nothing, just thought he was being kind. 

Another attendant came to take away my dinner things, asked if I needed anything, and to call the front desk if I do. About an hour later there’s a knock, I call for them to come in, as I’m making my way from the bathroom to the sitting room, and it’s Harry - now in his “off duty” gear. Wow! Tight white tee shirt and trackie bottoms, with a gym bag over his shoulder. He looked delicious! 

He guided me back to bed, commenting on how much better I seemed to be doing. Without asking, and with no protest from me, he slid off my robe, and guided more than helped me into bed.

Harry sat on the edge of the bed, kind of facing me, legs spread - of course I looked and I would have bet my last dollar Harry was going commando. He said he was glad I was doing better, I joked that it was all due to his attentions the last 36 hours, and his magic fingers. He blushed a bit, said he was glad he was able to help. Then offered another massage. I said it wasn’t necessary, he was off duty, it was kind enough he stopped by to check on me, and I didn’t want to keep him from his plans. He came back with he had no plans, and if the first one helped, another might have me feeling better too. Lost in his eyes, how could I refuse? 

He guided me off the bed as he set everything up, I “assumed the position”, with head turned to observe him strip. Topless, he started taking his trackies off, then stopped and said “I’m not wearing pants - is it ok?” I’ll admit I was already thinking about what filled out his boxer briefs, so I joked since he’d seen all of me, it’s only fair he return the favour. He laughed, said thanks for being so cool, and off came the trackies. I think I may have gasped lol Very nicely proportioned. Thick, darker complected, uncut, nice dark balls, and all crowned with beautiful bush.

“Well, here we go!” I thought. Both naked, on the bed, he’s giving me another wonderful massage, enhanced by the fact he’s naked, and I’m feeling “him”. Of course I’m reacting, and thankful I’m on my stomach, but I am storing all images in my mind, enjoying every minute, every touch. 

This could have ended here, and it would have been one of the hottest romps with hotel staff. But Harry, as I found out later, had different ideas, and a very definite plan.

After 30 minutes working on my back, going much lower than the first time I might add, his magic fingers working my glutes, Harry totally throws me for a loop when he says, “I didn’t do your front this morning, roll over so I can do it now”. What?!? I am naked, fully erect in bed in a hotel with the hotel “butler” also naked straddling me, asking me to roll over??? I stammered, spluttered, don’t think I said anything intelligible, he leans over me bends close to my ear, I swear I felt his hard nipples on my back, and says “it’s ok bapa, me too, don’t be shy, let me see” as I felt his erection on me.

Oh God! I guess this is happening I thought, I exhaled, and I rolled over. Harry saw me, I saw Harry, and we were off!

Even with my lingering back pain, we were able to fuck, him topping, twice. He joked after the second time, “you can move better now, that first orgasm released endorphins to help you”. Indeed all thanks to you, Harry. 

I was in Singapore 2 more days, and both days Harry continued his ministrations to both of our mutual pleasure. I was smiling the entire 8 hour flight to Sydney. 

We did stay in touch - he was able to arrange his schedule to be my “butler” when I was in Singapore, and with no back problems on subsequent trips, we were able to leave the hotel, as well be a bit more adventurous in the hotel bed, and his own bed. 

Harry finished graduate school, and wound up relocating to London about 2 or so years later. I have seen him a number of times on trips there. He is now married a lovely Scottish guy - it was a bit jarring meeting the husband the first time, as we both remarked how similar we are in looks, build - clearly Harry has a type! Both have also made clear I’m Harry’s “free pass”. I was not going to argue with that!  

Harry turns 40 this year, and I’ll be in London for the party, and he’s planning a long weekend in NYC with me to celebrate some more. 

I thought after, and still on occasion ponder, if I had taken the car back to the hotel, if it hadn’t rained, if I stayed on the footpath, if I hadn’t fell, etc., I never would have met Harry, never would have had what is arguably my best time in Singapore, and wouldn’t have a great friendship with him to this day. 

TL;DR - businessman falls in Singapore, muscular Singaporean hotel staff massages him, fucks him, and they maintain friendship to this day. 

Again, apologies for the length! Hope you gents enjoy 😀
BBD 

I write a lot about how I have fetishized my passion for cock on my Fetlife Profile under my usual screen name, LETMEWORSHIPIT. So if you are on that site, look me up. The truth is that bulge and cock has been a sexual fetish that goes far beyond that part of me into a deeper emotional and psychological place. I don't remember ever being abused, but from what I have read, my obsession with cock is often related to early sexual activity. I believe that cock is to be honored, celebrated, objectified and serviced as a god-like edifice. There is something mystical and magical about a quality session with a true oral top feeder and those sessions are the highlight of my sexual experience. I LOVE oral top guys SO much!

I worked for a while in a hotel bar.
One long weekend we had a submarine crew staying, they have to be housed on land when the sub is tied up, they spent the day drinking in the bar,towards the end of the eveenjng a senior officer offered me a note with his room number and come up and see me a when you finish.
I did he must have fallen asleep as he did not answer the door .
A month or two later one weekend night. Sr was not very busy, at close a customer asked me to double check his account , while chatting about that he said he had been checking out my cute ass all night and come up and see me.
I did and we had fun

I had an interesting threesome - I had been checking out a hot provider in my town (he no longer advertises.   He was definitely a hot leather man master , we set up a time and my instructions were to arrive at a st corner ring him and he would provide directions.  I was also directed to have the fee in my right side pocket.
Arrived at the intersection rang, got told to go to a roller garage door. - slide it up, walk inside, turn around slide the garage door down and stand with my hands above my head facing the garage door.
I did - and heard his footsteps - and them the feel of is body pressed against mine. He removed my glasses, slipped a eye mask over my eyes and told me to follow him.
I ended up in a room with him, still blind folded, although I could see a little out the bottom of the eye mask.  we had some conversation, we had already talked about what I wanted and limits etc.   he then said he had not mentioned that he had a hot blonde Russian body builder as a slave and was I happy for him to join it.
Of course I said yes, He said - Ok will go and get him. I could hear the conversation, basically yes he is happy for you to join in.
So in comes the two of them, master fully clothed in boots jeans and a harness under a leather jacket, studly slave naked except for a collar.
I was ordered to do various fun activities like kiss the slave, bit his nipples, play with his cock, suck his cock, then the play turned to the master who wanted his cock sucked , some spanking and flogging continued, with what I could not take the slave getting,  It was a hot session ended up with a wild sharing of hot loads.
Sometimes you just have to go with the flow - this one worked out and was excellent.
I had another with two hot escorts in Melbourne,  I had contacted both of them separately and had some detailed conversations with the more kinkier one first, but I was very attracted to the physical appearance of the second.  The second one mentioned that he did 3 sums with number 1 so I explored that option.    Number 2 said he was not very kinky but when he was in a 3sum with number 1 he got more kinky than he usually was.
So the night happened, I was in Melbourne and staying at the Gatehouse - a guesthouse with 2 sling rooms that you could rent for the night, or hours, I was staying there.
That night was more than I could have hopped for, as both men were sexy, in different ways and we had lots of fun, and they had some fun with each other too.  
That one will be a repeat sometime.
 
Try it - the real secret is communication.  
 
 
 
 

I had an interesting threesome - I had been checking out a hot provider in my town (he no longer advertises.   He was definitely a hot leather man master , we set up a time and my instructions were to arrive at a st corner ring him and he would provide directions.  I was also directed to have the fee in my right side pocket.
Arrived at the intersection rang, got told to go to a roller garage door. - slide it up, walk inside, turn around slide the garage door down and stand with my hands above my head facing the garage door.
I did - and heard his footsteps - and them the feel of is body pressed against mine. He removed my glasses, slipped a eye mask over my eyes and told me to follow him.
I ended up in a room with him, still blind folded, although I could see a little out the bottom of the eye mask.  we had some conversation, we had already talked about what I wanted and limits etc.   he then said he had not mentioned that he had a hot blonde Russian body builder as a slave and was I happy for him to join it.
Of course I said yes, He said - Ok will go and get him. I could hear the conversation, basically yes he is happy for you to join in.
So in comes the two of them, master fully clothed in boots jeans and a harness under a leather jacket, studly slave naked except for a collar.
I was ordered to do various fun activities like kiss the slave, bit his nipples, play with his cock, suck his cock, then the play turned to the master who wanted his cock sucked , some spanking and flogging continued, with what I could not take the slave getting,  It was a hot session ended up with a wild sharing of hot loads.
Sometimes you just have to go with the flow - this one worked out and was excellent.
I had another with two hot escorts in Melbourne,  I had contacted both of them separately and had some detailed conversations with the more kinkier one first, but I was very attracted to the physical appearance of the second.  The second one mentioned that he did 3 sums with number 1 so I explored that option.    Number 2 said he was not very kinky but when he was in a 3sum with number 1 he got more kinky than he usually was.
So the night happened, I was in Melbourne and staying at the Gatehouse - a guesthouse with 2 sling rooms that you could rent for the night, or hours, I was staying there.
That night was more than I could have hopped for, as both men were sexy, in different ways and we had lots of fun, and they had some fun with each other too.  
That one will be a repeat sometime.
 
Try it - the real secret is communication.  
 
 
 
 

It has been reported in Australia that cinemas are showing this movie to totally empty cinema's.
A reporter bought a ticket and reported that there were 2 people in the cinema including him - and he said he only bought the ticket and attended in a professional sense.
I predict a total disaster at the box office - the only glimmer of hope will be in the USA heartland where people are still brainwashed that the current President is the answer to all the worlds problems.
I live in Australia and all I have seen is alienating USA from the rest of the world

My husband and I call ourselves coffee snobs - as in we know how we like our coffee.   
(some people may disagree with the title coffee snobs).
We have experimented with all types of coffee machines, we used to own a coffee shop so we know how to make good coffee, and in Australia drip coffee is not very popular.
We had a full blown coffee machine from DeLonghi - which we paid $1899 for in about 2005.  It was great when it worked, it ground the beans heated the water and made the coffee as requested.  Then sometimes it would just grind the coffee and dump the fresh ground coffee beans into the waste container.
After two trips back to the store for warranty work, the next time it played up it was replaced.  Then the replacement did the same thing, so eventually we returned it and got a full refund.
After that Aldi started having a pod machine, they are currently $89 and the pods are about 50 cents each.
14 different strengths, we go with 11 Torino.  A nice big Starbucks mug. ( I say the only good thing at Starbucks in the mugs you can buy) so I like mind black, 2 pods in a mug with breakfast.   Husband likes some milk and sugar.
 
If the machine dies - you can return it and get a replacement, but if it's served us for a few years, we just buy a new one. 
We like it so much we have a carryon bag for the machine, and take it away with us, road trips and if we are going on beach resort trip we just take it.
We travelled for 8 months last year and took a French press with us - stainless steel so it would not break, and that worked really well.
Coffee is a little like good sex - we all like it a little but different.....  but we all end up satisfied  however we get there 
 
 
 
 

I have an escort I am starting to make a regular. Have seen him about 6 times total over about 16 months, but three of those were in the last three months. We have never renegotiated his rate from the first time we met, which was $425 for 90 min. On second and third visits, I gave him $500. By our fourth, when I knew I wanted to keep it more regular between us, I bumped up to $550. Interestingly, I’m always the one suggesting it’s time to wrap up at about 90 minutes. I’m sure he’d hang out a little longer if I wanted. I try hard to keep our texting brief, respect his time, and hope he feels like I am one of his best clients. I’ve told him explicitly I don’t have romantic feelings but I’m fond of our time together and I’d like to keep seeing him as often as we can make it work and as long as we are both comfortable. I’m sure I’ll bump what I pay even more at some point. In the long run, the connection I have with him is worth it. 

Only about 10% of clients tip me but I’m in the UK and the tipping culture here isn’t like the US. 
This topic has been covered ad infinitum previously….it appears there’s no answer. Do whatever you’re comfortable with.
Also don’t assume that because someone charges say $300 for an hour that he’s making $2400 a day, $12k a week, $600k a year on an 8 hour a day, 5 days a week, 50 weeks a year gig. All tax free. Some years I only make $500k…
 

The thing that usually gets me aroused is when I’m face down and his hands start working my upper inner thighs.  If his hands slide through my thighs up toward my abdomen, I’m usually at attention. 

I’ve a few clients who are hard before they get on the table. It’s the anticipation. One guy lets me deal with it by sucking him off…so it’s a happy start. He’s then able to relax and enjoy the massage and get hard again for a happy ending too. I call it a happy sandwich style massage. 

as someone who loves the shape of a bulging crotch , i love a man in sexy underwear, so briefs, trunks, a jock works really well.
 
Having said that I did have a hot encounter with a delicious man of the evening who was suited when he arrived at my hotel suite, after some conversation and a drink - he then slipped out of his clothing and into some leather - he slide his suit trousers down to reveal that he was commando and it was quite sexy 

I had a sensational massage with a happy ending, in Sydney many years ago.  As I was undressing he sat down and put on some advanced running shoes,  he said it wasn't a kink, he had been suffering from some back issues, and was advised by his medical team to wear shoes while massaging, his back issued went away.
Apart from the occasional glimpse of his feet or footwear if your eyes are open when he passes by your head, the shoes make no difference to your enjoyment.
 
Many masseurs start with shorts or underwear on which they remove at some stage during the massage, and suddenly you become aware of it ........     
 
works for me 
 
 

this is a very interesting situation.
 
As a 65 year old man of size - I describe myself in my first communication with a provider - as such 
65 yr old blonde bear 120KG clean shaven looking for .......    a 2 hour meeting on Tuesday night if you can host that would be great .....
First up it gives them to opportunity to say no - it won't work, or ghost me, or start a conversation along the lines of that works for me,  I note your interest in bondage or ws etc and go from there.
When I am hiring I don't care how they act as long as they get into it - satisfy my needs and its a cordial pleasant meeting.
Equally if I am in an expensive restaurant I want the waiter to tell me what the side dishes are, his recommendations and share his knowledge about the French burgundy I am considering ordering - does it go with the fish etc (and we know red does not normally ).
Its a service I am paying for and I expect the provider to be able to provide a good meeting based on ABC and D and do it with a smile on his face, some sexy sounds of appreciation and groans when he cums.
The provider has chosen his line of work - the rest does not matter to me.
Because of my approach and vetting I am rarely disappointed 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

this is a very interesting situation.
 
As a 65 year old man of size - I describe myself in my first communication with a provider - as such 
65 yr old blonde bear 120KG clean shaven looking for .......    a 2 hour meeting on Tuesday night if you can host that would be great .....
First up it gives them to opportunity to say no - it won't work, or ghost me, or start a conversation along the lines of that works for me,  I note your interest in bondage or ws etc and go from there.
When I am hiring I don't care how they act as long as they get into it - satisfy my needs and its a cordial pleasant meeting.
Equally if I am in an expensive restaurant I want the waiter to tell me what the side dishes are, his recommendations and share his knowledge about the French burgundy I am considering ordering - does it go with the fish etc (and we know red does not normally ).
Its a service I am paying for and I expect the provider to be able to provide a good meeting based on ABC and D and do it with a smile on his face, some sexy sounds of appreciation and groans when he cums.
The provider has chosen his line of work - the rest does not matter to me.
Because of my approach and vetting I am rarely disappointed 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Yes Bargara, you exactly said what I and my belt would do with you. Just thinking of it makes me horny