Vidi, vici, veni for the lucky guy and his hot Hertfordshire girls

Clive had a penchant for dressing up and role play and he was very specific in just what kind of scenario turned him on. He liked to pretend that he was a Roman emperor, complete with a golden laurel leaves headpiece, a toga and sandals. He had even had his hair cut to match the style of the time and his enthusiasm for the role was impressive, his research meticulous. I had warned my sexy escort friend what to expect, telling her that my personal life was about having ‘out there’ sexy times and that I enjoyed the whole fetish scene. It was amazing just what turned different people on and I found it inexplicable sometimes. I suppose you get used to the mainstream idea of sex given that society tries to control sex because it is dangerous – sex is power of course but it also stirs very strong emotions and with desire there is possession. The stereotype of a sexy girl is probably embodied by any of the visiting escorts I worked with at Hertfordshire Visiting Escort services.

All of the busty escorts are friendly and love meeting new people. They are invariably attractive, from pretty girl next door types to stunningly beautiful and sexy escorts who exude charm, elegance and erotic attraction. All of the girls boast bodies to die for and their nubile charm is enhanced by the exquisite selection of sexy dresses and hot lingerie. But in my twilight world of illicit encounters and saucy sex all sorts of things, and people, were considered irresistible or sexually interesting and Clive’s fetish was actually far more mild than some of the desires I had encountered. Personally I liked my sex darker and more sensual and I liked my men to be stronger and dominant. But in my role as Jodie – the busty escort I had shared a room with and whose persona I had now adopted as my own so that I could embark on a voyage of carnal discovery – I was chameleon like, able to be any man’s perfect fantasy and Clive was no different in that he had a scenario in mind and I would make his dream come true.

Tricia and I were tempted to use some old bed sheets for togas but then the hot visiting escort suggested that it would be better if we had something that was purpose made. One of the hot girls at Hertfordshire Visiting Escorts took part in amateur dramatics and they had done Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar only the previous summer – did they keep the costumes? It would certainly be a lot better than what I had proposed. After a short phone call it was all sorted and we made the sort round trip to the theatre in Hertford to pick up our outfits. I was really looking forward to my time with the Emperor...