I am Michael, in my late twenties, 72 inches tall, 168 pounds, a toned, fit body and genetically lucky to possess a large, thick cock, ten-inches when erect. I live in Sydney, Australia and used to moonlight as a gigolo or male escort.

That was before Ada asked me to work for her ‘exclusive agency’. “We have a wide ranging client list, males and females, and lots of constant work,” she told me as she auditioned me. “And we provide for some very kinky people with lots of sexual fetishes.”

To my great pleasure I have learnt physically attractive, forty-something women can be wonderful sex partners. They have long lost any inhibitions, are sexually experienced, are able articulate what they want and very often have ripe, lush bodies.

When I checked out the pics I was pleased to see an attractive, taller than average brunette woman dressed in expensive business attire. The second pic showed her in the same outfit, topless, flaunting a tremendous pair of tits.

At two on Sunday I arrive at their suite on a high floor in one of the major hotels. I am greeted at the door by a man, George, who must be pushing eighty.

“We are very well off, and I do like to please my lady. Whatever she desires, though all I can do these days is watch. One of the things that pleases my lady Dimity, and me, is well hung man. Your agent told us you were ten-inches when aroused. Are you fine with me watching?,” he asks.

“We are English, I am sure you are aware the English have a reputation for being kinky. We have no inhibitions when sexual pleasure is involved, none at all,” he tells me.

“Come and meet Dimity then. She is an exciting woman.

“Before you do, can I have a look at your equipment?,” he asks somewhat agitated.

“Happy to oblige,” I smile back as I strip down to my jock strap and enjoy flashing and stroking my freshly shaved. flaccid cock for him.

“Wow, five or six inches flaccid, and a nice toned body with a good ass, we are going to enjoy you,” he mutters.

Dimity is an exciting woman I muse as I admire her looks while she appraises me, standing with my legs apart with my hands on my hips, wearing just my skimpy black jock strap. She is wearing an ankle length black dress with heels.

“I need a fuck, a really good, long fuck, I haven’t had one since we arrived here,” she tells me in a cultured, plummy English accent with a huge smile, as her man slides down the zipper at the back of the dress and she lets it fall to her ankles.

She is almost naked, breathtakingly so, apart from killer heels, black stockings held up by a matching garter belt and a black cup-less bra.