I had been working for a leading London escorts agency for about two years, when one of my best friends ended up in court on fraud charges. He was a really good friend of mine so a couple of my London escorts friends and I decided to go along to the hearings at the Old Bailey. Little did I know that I was going to start to fancy the High Court Judge who was hearing the case.
My London escorts friends and I arrived at the public gallery, and not having been to a court hearing before, it was all very exciting. The court assembled and waited for the the Judge to arrive. Suddenly the door open and in walked the Judge in his red robe and wig. He made a formidable character, and I groaned quietly – I had never been so turned on in my entire life. My London escorts friends looked at me, and I just whispered “He is turning me on”.
I was a bit surprised at my own reaction but the escorts in London had to admit that the presiding judge had a bit of a ﬂair about him. He immediately proceeded to direct the court, and instruct the jury but it was like he was speaking only to me. That evening I went home, and I could think of nothing else but the day events and of the judge of my dreams. I rang a couple of my London escorts friends and asked them how I could ﬁnd a judge.
Well, it proved to be impossible to track down the judge, but whenever we had a change, my London escorts friends and myself ventured to court, just to see the Honourable Judge presiding.
To be honest, I was beginning to suspect that he could sense me as he kept looking over my way. My London escorts friends were getting a bit embarrassed. After all, I was sitting there day dreaming of taking the Honourable Judge to bed.
I felt obsessed by this man, and I was trying to explore every avenue to ﬁnd him. Little did I know that the solution would present itself in the most haphazard way. One day, after I had ﬁnished lunch with my London escorts friends, and was on my way home through a busy London. I have to admit that I wasn’t looking where I was going, and carrying my little Yorkshire terrier dog made it even more difﬁcult, I literally bumped into His Honour. He was coming out of a shop in Savile Row when I accidentally bumped into him. I immediately realised that it was him, and I stood there and stared at him for a few minutes.
He apologised and then asked me if he could help me. I wanted to say that you can help me by taking me to bed but I only managed to shake my head. He must have thought he had shocked me so he offered me a coffee. Needless, to say I was more than happy to accept. He was honestly a very nice guy and we ended up chatting for over an hour. After that I was hooked, and as I called my best London escorts friends that evening, I knew my life had change forever. Little did I know that I would end up marrying the Honourable Judge. Are we still married? Oh yes, I am never going to let this guy go.