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| Fri 14 May 10, 10:09 AM jongee UK(NR), 10 yrs |
Many years ago when I was a young man I had an office in the West End of London. I became a good friend of a Mega rich man from Armenia called Paul for some tax reason or other he had to stay in England for a month or so a year. One day in my office he phoned me to say he was coming over and could I find him an English Rose type of girl friend and a super Mistress. I knew a charming girl who ran a boutique in Kensington who fitted the first part of the bill - but in those days of no internet and only a couple BDSM contact magazines where was I to find the Domme of all Domme's. I was very lucky I had a friend who was the Buyer for a top class jeweller in Regent St. who gave me the details of one of his clients a French lady who had a flat in Old Bond St. Well it was a fantastic month - Paul took me and my girlfriend with the English Rose to every show and club in town even to Ascot in his chauffeured Rolls. On the day he left he thanked me for my introductions and said that he had paid in advance for two sessions with the French Mistress. She turned out to be 45 I was 26 but she was elegant and stunning. Her flat was superb. I was tied to her bed by her maid and spent two hours of erotic sensual torture with them both being in a haze of brandy and real Amyl Nitrate. I know that in todays money that would have cost Paul £2.500 a session and I had two. That's what dreams are made of. I never saw him again he vanished off the face of the earth Edited Mon 20 Jun 11, 9:14 AM by jongee | |
| 14 May 10, 12:50 PM Ms_Tytania 7 yrs |
That was in the days when a man's chat-up line of choice was "get your coat love, you've pulled", yeah? Very romantic Cock teaser to the Gentry. |
