I can only remember 4, and they were all about 10 years ago, shortly after I first started punting, and the girls have long since disappeared from AW, and their names from my memory.
The first was an outcall to my home; she arrived in a car driven by a female `minder` (who stayed in the car) and turned out to be of some east asian origin with very little english (if it were now I would immediately think `people trafficing`). She was very unco-operative, wouldn`t do DFK or OWO, and simply lay completely passive when I fucked her. I had booked her for 90 minutes but after my first shot (well inside an hour) she got up and started putting her clothes on, and when I remonstrated with her she simply pushed a button on her `phone and her `minder` started banging on the front door, so I sent her off.
The second was at the girl`s place. She looked very little like her picture on AW - when I undressed her her tits flopped down to her waist like empty bags. I tried DFK but her breath stank and I gave up on that. She did OWO but I didn`t return the compliment because her cunt stank almost as badly as her breath. The fuck itself was passable but nothing to wtite home about.
The third, again at the girl`s place - a very small council house on a very run down estate. The girl herself was ok, gave good OWO, had nice tits and a nice sweet fanny and I was thoroughly enjoying it as I got well going on missionary; at that point a child started screaming in the next room, and after a few minutes she pushed me off and ran out to see to the child, but by the time she returned the `droop` had set in and required some oral attention to restore matters; then, again, as soon as I had got well into her and enjoying matters said screaming started up again and a grubby infant wandered into the bedroom and ran to her. At that point I got up, dressed, and buggered off in case said child`s father appeared as well with a bunch of mates.
The fourth, again at the girl`s place - a reasonable looking house in a quiet street, but once I got inside I noticed a rather unusual odour, and once I was ushered upstairs I realised - the whole place stank like a cannabis factory, while the girl herself looked half stoned. I was outside, complete with my money, before she had chance to realise I`d gone.
Since then I`ve always been ever-so-careful in my choices, and had the good fortune to find a very good regular for several years - now sadly retired.