A London Transsexual Escort 244.

Tis the season to be jolly. We had 3cm of snow the other day here in London, which brought the usual chaos to the transport system, all I can say is thank goodness it wasn't 4cm, it’s laughable. That aside, for December it’s terribly mild, so the furs are staying tucked away unless specifically requested for the boudoir.
I had a first the other day; a young man in his mid 20’s arrived at the office with a satchel across his shoulders. On the phone he enquired if I was ‘uncut,’ ‘Yes I am, but it does come back,' I replied. ‘Are you sure you’re uncut,’ ‘Well, last I looked I was.’ In my time, the majority of cocks I’ve seen have been circumcised; perhaps I don’t get many Catholics visiting me?
We sat a little while on the sofa getting to know of one another, before retiring to the bedroom. ‘I've something in my bag that I’d like you to try,’ M suggested. What could it be I thought, a pair of coloured stockings, a G-string, a dildo?
Wrong; it was a flesh coloured, jell filled, latex shaped bottom, about the size of a small loaf of bread, like a cottage loaf...but with an anus; interesting I thought. It works in a similar way to a Fleshlight.
M invited me to fuck it, so after rubbing a little lube on my cock I obliged, taking hold of it in both hands. ‘Like this,’ I asked whilst pulling it back and forth along the length of my cock; but for the fact that it should have first been warmed up to body temperature, thus giving it a more authentic feel, it felt quite convincing and rather enjoyable too.
After a couple of minutes of this, whilst he watched me from the bed, A suggested he might take a turn too. He'd had obviously done this many times before, because he seemed to have developed a technique, ‘I’m going to come in a minute Frances, can I come over you,’ so whilst I lay on the bed, he stood to the side of me.
With a grunt and a groan, he withdrew his cock shooting his load over my stocking tops, cock and tummy; I handed him a flannel and took one to dry myself. A, went off to the bathroom with his toy where hey presto, it was easily washed out with warm soapy water. Did I feel redundant, no not really.
I entertained my last client of the year on the evening of the 23rd December. I suggested we polish off a freshly opened bottle of champagne, as I’d not be back in the office till the 2nd of January, by which time it'd be flat and anyway, I always go on the wagon for the whole month.
And there we go, another adventurous year in the life of an English London Transsexual Escort. May I wish you all a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, here's hoping to meet your acquaintance again and if we haven't met yet, perhaps it'll be in your New Year's resolution? 
   

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