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He asks me to send him a sexy pic, but I ignore him. I suppose there’s time to think about it — then again I’ve been saying that for the past seven years. His wife had died of cancer a few years ago and he hadn’t been with a woman since.

I can’t say that I worry about what they will think though, I do know for a fact that they’ll love and respect me regardless of how unconventional my job is. Seriously, I’d much rather orgasm (fake or not) than punch a time clock and push papers every day. He talked about her a great deal, and his eyes twinkled at me when I encouraged his stories." data-reactid="31"Midnight I had a really pleasant night — easy client who was totally happy with relaxing in a bubble bath, mutual massage, pleased when it was time to have sex.

It is a far cry from my look at home, where I’m a fresh-faced, messy-bun mom in my Patagonia fleece and hiking boots." data-reactid="27" p.m. I don’t have time to respond and I have things to think about as far as he is concerned.6 p.m. I talk to my 8-year-old daughter and 11-year-old son, and they tell me about their day at school.

I’m putting on my makeup and choosing my outfit for the night. I’ve been divorced for years; they spend two weeks with their dad and then two weeks with me." data-reactid="29"6 p.m. I talk to my 8-year-old daughter and 11-year-old son, and they tell me about their day at school.

It is very lucrative if you have a plan and save and invest wisely. p.m. One girl tells about an experience years ago where a John paid her ,000 to have dinner with him.

The ladies are all in the parlor shooting the shit. The catch is he wanted to eat his own feces and carry on a normal dinner conversation as if nothing were happening. I asked her what the John did for a living and she remembered that he was the dean of an Ivy League university." data-reactid="37" p.m. One girl tells about an experience years ago where a John paid her ,000 to have dinner with him. My co-worker Betty comes into my room with two cups of coffee and plops down on my bed to chat about her daughter getting into college. College was 17 years ago for me, but I remember it vividly.

I’ve been tested for STDs and practice more safe sex than any civilian I know.

Overall, this group is pretty easy going; It feels like a sorority, not pussy prison.It is very lucrative if you have a plan and save and invest wisely." data-reactid="36"6 p.m.Dinner is ready and the gluten-free girls are bitching that there’s nothing for them to eat — I remind them that dick is gluten-free and get a few laughs.Obviously, we have to test clean to be allowed to work." data-reactid="25" p.m.The doctor is in today, to do the weekly testing for all of the ladies.I’ve always loved this part of my routine; it makes me feel like an actress. Then he started objectifying and idolizing my “whore life.” Civilian guys almost always act like that when they find out you’re a sex worker. I’ve been divorced for years; they spend two weeks with their dad and then two weeks with me. Midnight I had a really pleasant night — easy client who was totally happy with relaxing in a bubble bath, mutual massage, pleased when it was time to have sex.

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