I am bad at the timing but in the early 1970s I was visiting Cynthia Payne who was working under a 'trading name' as an Indie in Hallam Street near Great Portland Street in central London, and by the middle of the decade she was having regular parties in Streatham, payment on entry for a 'luncheon voucher' as a ticket, you could buy one or two, I bought two. There were also bunk-up nights as she called them when some of her young ladies from out of town were available for an hour or two the evening before the main event for regulars from her own trading.
There would be queues on the stairs for the bedrooms, I once took a lady to the bathroom as were in a hurry, usually you went with one at a time but I had my first duos on the bunk-up nights and my first two in one afternoon next day with an interval. I think everything was covered and I simply do not remember if snogging was allowed.
This was also the era for me of the contact magazines where small photos in little magazines with box numbers were all one could see with a short description. Letters were written, lots of dosh was wasted on stamped addressed return envelopes. I uses Able Labels (Northampton, still a good company) for the formality which made the reply look like a business letter. I recall it was the first time I went down on a lady and licked her, she told me what to do and I have been happy with my mouth full ever since. It was these contacts with indies and milfs as they are now known, in their own suburban and provincial homes, which were most satisfying as they were basically amateurs enjoying themselves and earning at the same time. They were often very good lookers.
Before then it was streetwalkers and walkups and then parlours and some of them were indeed in a parlous state. My first ever was a soho walk up. And borrowing father's car to 'go out' and little did he know.
My first owo was in California, without asking for it, on a work visit in about 1991. It was a great sensation.
enough nostalgia, back to Plan A for this week.