This was not the first time I had heard this line. True he probably didn’t need to pay for sex but there was a reason he was willing to. Obviously h... wasn’t getting what he needed most from his partners or he thought the acts he wanted were to degrading to ask for. “Then why are you?” TJ blushed again, his cheeks scarlet. “I…” his voice trailed off and he looked up as the waitress approached. I watched as his gaze checked her out, first he looked at her ample chest moved down to her plump. The woman who defeated each of the four fastest losers gets to shave the off the loser's pubic hair. Then she gets to write her name in indelible laundry marker, in one-inch letters, anywhere between her navel and the top of her slit. The other four losers have a choice of either being shaved or labeled by the woman who defeated her. Any loser who doesn't want to be shaved or labeled does have another choice, and I really hope they take it. All they have to do is let the woman who beat them. We had a long chat and during the conversation, I found her husband was a multimillionaire and though he spends nights with her, satiating her physical need , he does not have time to satisfy her emotional quotients.I was bit worried why I am called here for.I then asked her the same to which she replied that few of my female clients are her friends and they only suggested you believing that I satisfy female more emotionally than physically.It is a well-known fact that sexual encounters last. Claire looked at me thoughtfully for what seemed an eternity.“You are a strange man, Neil Green, but I love you, and if you’re telling me that despite your feelings you want me to hang out some more at Jason’s place, then I guess, who am I to disobey my loving husband?” Claire delivered these last words with a teasing smile and intonation.Having pushed all my hurt and tears temporarily to the back of my mind, the addict in me was in full flow and control now. And so I asked the question I was.