From about 2007 - 2010/11, because I'd taken early retirement but was under 65 so hadn't qualified for my State Pension, I had to reduce the frequency of my punting to once a month. I had three SPs I saw on a kind-of rota, once every three months.
One of these was the late, much-missed, Lustylush, a superb BBW, who taught me so much about sex and how to make it as enjoyable for the SP as for the client.
So, once every three months I'd travel down from the northwest to Nuneaton, where she'd collect me at the local station; drive us to the flat she shared with another BBW, whose name now escapes me, and just over two hours later, drive me, totally shagged-out
back to the station for my journey home.
We kept in contact after family circumstances forced her retirement, then as cancer inexorably killed her. Her daughter, who knew how fond - nothing more; nothing less - of each other we were, invited me to attend her funeral, a truly joyful affair held in a packed-out - standing-room only - church in the Leicestershire town in which she lived and was obviously a hugely-respected member of the community. Throughout the joyous ceremony, I couldn't stop myself wondering if I was the only mourner who knew her through our particular 'business connection'.
R.I.P. Linda.
