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13th February 2012

If there was one thing that all of the girls at Middlesex Visiting Escort Services agreed on it was that Hermione was one of the best escorts in the business. Her in box was littered with emails from admirers, thanking the busty escort for the great time she had shown them on their date and loudly proclaiming that her sensual massages were second to none. Despite this there was no bitchiness or animosity felt towards her – all of the other busty escorts just loved her to bits too. There was something special about her that transcended her physical beauty, though there was no denying that she had a figure that could stop traffic.

No, it was her allure, her secret something that made men drool and go weak at the knees and women envy her. There was a certain indefinable energy when she entered the room. It was like ten extra light bulbs had been switched on and when she left it was as though a room had been plunged into darkness. Hermione didn’t have a boyfriend and gave the impression of someone who was happy with the single life. She led a bohemian existence that suited her look – she had long brown hair and wore hippy style jeans, skirts and tops. She didn’t go in for over the top lingerie and she didn’t need to. This girl could seduce any man even if she was in granny pants from arks and sparks...

Hermione was free that evening and had reacted positively to my suggestion that she join me on a hot date with the barrister I had seduced in a London gentlemen’s club, in fact the sexy escort sounded excited at the prospect. I think she had been more than impressed by my chutzpah and wanted to experience some out there sexy times herself. Well I didn’t know exactly what to expect from Anthony, QC, but I suspected that the guy would have something rather special and imaginative lined up for us and I longed to see him again. He had been a randy and demanding lover, at least my equal in the lust stakes and with Hermione joining in with the fun the date was sure to be everything I hoped and more...

We agreed to meet up at the Albany in Twickenham, a favourite haunt of the busty escorts at Middlesex escort agency and after a meal in the Cabin Grill we would make our way to his place. I had already sent him a text saying that drinks would be great but not food. This for me was going to be a sex fest, not a romantic candle lit Valentine’s dinner with roses and champagne, though actually there had better be champagne, it was the one drink that was guaranteed to turn me on...