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A day spent mainly in Bristol, Bath and Wiltshire

I kicked off the day by visiting my accountant in Birmingham. It turned out last year had not been as bad as I though it might have been, with a slight upturn in the profitability of the company, because although turnover was down, I had also managed to cut my overheads. Having signed all the necessary forms for him, I then headed on to the motorway system and headed down to the real business of the day first of all in Bristol.

My first call was on the House of Ducroix, which I decided it would be interesting to revisit, given Mistress Demonica's keenness to show me how well she could take me in hand. However when I got to the place the door was shut, so instead I headed over to the other call of the day in the area on the Elite Retreat.

http://www.houseducroix.com

http://www.theeliteretreat.co.uk

There, I was greeted by their manageress, a gorgeous brunette by the name of Nicole, who it turned out had had some dealings with me when she worked for the noted, but now shut down Welsh escort agency - Wales Escorts. I hasten to add that her dealings had purely been of an administrative nature, since much as I would enjoy the idea of being attended to by her, she unfortunately works purely in a managerial capacity in the industry.

Having explained what I could do for them, I left it in her hands to check things over with the boss and then get back to me. Before I left, she showed me around, and this should have included a fascinating sounding dungeon, where apparently my old friend and expert masseuse, Dior, is a dab hand, but Dior was not going to be in until the evening and it turned out we could not get inside the dungeon, because she did not have the key! I was however offered a session with a lady of my choice on the house, but since I assumed I would soon be seeing Mistress Demonica, I asked if I could take a raincheck, to which she cheerfully agreed.

So I headed back to the House of Ducroix, this time checking if the door would open when pushed and since it did I parked my car around the corner and went back to be greeted by Marcus, teh boss, who actually lives on the premises, a fact which I had not even been aware of. However Mistress Demonica was stuck on a stationery train somewhere between Swindon and Bristol, so not knowing how long I would have to wait, I told Marcus I looked forward to seeing the mistress the next time I was in Bristol and headed back to the Elite Retreat. I rather fancied the idea of a session with an attractive blonde called Sam. She was competent and enjoyable, but not as exceptional as I know Dior would have been.

This concluded my business in Bristol and I now headed off to Bath to see Kim at Fantasia, the city's leading private flat. However just as I got here and was looking for somewhere to park the car I got a phonecall from Jody of Swindon, who had thought I would have been with her by then. I explained that I had planned on visiting Swindon last of all, but she now had an appointment on an outcall basis in Bristol and was about to head the other way along the M4. I agreed to drop my call in Bath and head over agreeing to meet up at Leigh Delamere.

http://www.jodysofswindon.co.uk

This we did quite successfully. and having sorted out my business with Jody, I headed on to Swindon and the Exchange Bookshop, a very downmarket adult magazine shop in Cricklade Road, but one that moves a lot of my books as indeed they had again this time.

Now it was back on to the M4 and over to Chippenham to meet up with Kelvin, a very friendly chap who runs the town's lone parlour, Sensations. We concluded our business without any problems and I met an attractive mixed race lady there by the name of Bianca, who had used my book very successfully a few years back to find somewhere to work in Edinburgh. Describing the parlour to me it sounded like Ambassador Sauna but she could not remember the name. When I asked if it had a mini fountain in the foyer, that however clinched it. She said it did, so it was the Ambassador Sauna.

I now headed on to my last call of the day on The Image, an unusually named private flat in Trowbridge. Of the proprietors, I had been expecting to meet Tina, but instead found she had had to go out and instead as had been the case the last time I had called here, I met and talked to Mark, her partner. He needed to discuss things with Tina, so I left it at that and headed home getting back around 9.

http://www.westwiltsmassage.co.uk

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