The reason I am going crazy over Pamela is my madness over —–. The two are connected inextricably, I will never get anything from either.
Another five in the Calcutta. The Belle of the Calcutta came in at 530 with boyfriend, black boots, short black dress, white white legs, black lipstick, brown fur trimmed coat, what a sex bomb. Later I sat at round table so I could get a direct look as she sat facing him in box seat, beautiful breasts in that black silk dress. From there I do not remember but I must have walked up to Leicester Square up the side-turning directly towards the Crooked Surgeon and straight into Pamela’s door, Emma now. She was grinning as she opened the door £50 for twenty minutes talking! Let me suck her breasts and did not stop me even when her nipples got hard, and let me lick her pussy as well.
Fantastic watching the Hogarth Harlot’s Progress programme when I got back with Zoe Tapper again as the prostitute Mary Collins. How poignant to see Hogarth falling so infatuatedly in love with his whore.
A Harlot’s Progress
“In 1731 the artist William Hogarth produced a graphic series of paintings which lifted the lid on 18th-century vice and established his enduring reputation as a remarkable social satirist and the greatest British artist of his day. With an all-star cast, A Harlot’s Progress depicts Hogarth’s exploration of sex trafficking and debauchery in Georgian London.”
