'My dad says that anything more than a handful is wasted?' Nicole was a sex worker, definitely not a prostitute. She had a Manchester accent. She was talking about her breasts which were certainly a handful. She was 5 ft 6 and very versatile. Any kind of sex you wanted to pay for, Nicole was up for it ‘Nicole?’ ‘Papa.’ Our sessions always began like that. 'I’ve been a very good girl. No need for a spanking, papa.' ‘Really...

Richard Smallbone arrived as vicar of the village of Sodbury in January. He was young and unmarried and did shorter sermons than his predecessor. However, it was the purification ritual that he carried out for a small fee that really won the hearts of some of his parishioners. He always did it with one female parishioner at a time and he did it at night. He drew a line in the earth and made sure it was a ley line by sight...

Morganna was one busty blonde. She was a sex worker in Crawley. She worked out of a house in English Martyrs. She was no martyr and not English either. Her accent was Polish. but her English was faultless She left me to undress. Her room was neat and tidy with a painting of Morganna in the nude by some lucky artist. I noticed that there was a cane hanging on a hook. That seemed exciting. When she came back she was wearing...

Kate never complained that I made an improper suggestion, and she never said I was touching her inappropriately. In fact, she encouraged it. She was a sex worker. She worked in a basement flat near Baker Street. It was handy because the sound from the flat did not travel. The neighbours never complained. We met in a restaurant,t and I was surprised when I felt that, under the table, she started playing with my cock. I loo...