Being a gigolo, I was my own boss. I worked according to my own will and there was no pressure or deadline. With the pay being handsome, that was a co...fortable life that I was living.But, I feel, things would be still better if this trade was legalized. It will give a tight slap to this outdated society. ‘Gigolo’ isn’t a job title. Many male escorts, including myself, will use the term in reference to our profession. More often than not, such use is the easiest way to clarify that our clients. While I was mowing our front lawn, a large black Mercedes pulled up in the driveway next door. The driver got out and appeared to be a Middle Eastern man in his early forties, six foot two inches, two hundred ten muscular pounds with a medium length, well-kept beard. His hair was cut short on the sides and a little longer on the top and well-coiffed with gel. He was dressed in a dark gray suit and wore fine, black leather shoes. Man he was hot! Just the type of “daddy” I was looking for!I. I hear and feel your exasperated sigh, heated against my cheek, a small triumph that I haven’t completely broken yet and another challenge for you. I hear you move behind me once again. I can feel your tension, almost taste it with each struggling breath and I also know you enjoy my refusal to give in so easily. Yes I try your patience, but would you have me any other way? Would you prefer I obediently fall to my knees and groveled for your attentions like so many others? Would you prefer I. By dint of persistence and by paying out bribes to many men, he eventually traced her, after several false alarms when he found women of similar descriptions in some very odd places performing some very outré services for their owners, or their owners' clients. Normally he left them there, as he did not wish to buy women and he had no quarrel with these men, for they were not those who had stolen or bought his wife.He even bought one Italian woman who fitted her description and the date of sale.