If sex for you is the same as a haircut, I want to meet your hair dresser. And there is no price for the fundamental act of creation. It is free, and priceless. You pay for the fact she doesn't want to give it away. To you. No one has explained why they actually want the encounter. Cleaning pipes is derogatory to both the lady, and the intercourse, as we yang folk too often are. Anyone willing to chance a "why"? You know I will, but I have already said more than is prudent. Bugger it. Penny or pound, I want to experience the presence of her willing being. I make it known. Her perspective shifts from whoredom to human. Cleaning pipes is mostly irrelevant but is complimentary, of course.
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