In the pit of despair today. My Bulgarian Rimming Boy just isnt up to the mark of his predesessor a lovely Estonian called Yuri. In some ways I thing the opening up of the EU was a bad thing. It has opened the floodgates for all sorts of gay service industry personnel to creep in by the back door whether they have the talent or not. To elaborate, I held a fisting party last night and the staff provided by the gay sauna just down the street ("Spunky's") couldn't have stuffed my christmas turkey let alone made glove puppets of my guests. It was shambles, the cleaners have only just left! Anyway I must away, Waverley Station calls for my mid afternoon cottaging excursion. Those stranger just wont wank themselves! More next week...