Sitting here by our pool naked in Marrakech, I was chatting to some friends on Xhamster and I mentioned that in my past life I was an escort back in the UK. I told my friends I would jot down some bits for them so they could understand how I went from a dirty slum room in Manchester to being married to a very powerful Muslim man in Morroco.

Ok so lets go back a few years …. when I was a mere 14 I got in with the wrong crowd at school and ended up being drawn into the vice of vodka and tobacco (with added extras), mostly plied on me by Pakistani men who just wanted one thing … to fuck me.

I like lots of other girls of the same age and some younger were used by these men on a regular basis, we all thought they loved us but we were mere comodities, passed round from one group to another.

I managed to escape the vice of the vodka and weed when I hit 16 but the sex was always on my mind. I managed to complete my A levels at school and my then boy friend suggested I did some dancing at a club to make some money before i went onto University.

I applied as a hostess/pole dancer at a local mens club and on my first night i made nearly £1000 but had to give half back to the club owner as his share.

I did this work for nearly 6 months until we had to provide proof of age to the owner and Police – I was only 17 and a half so was told to leave and to be honest I ended up on the streets of Manchester begging for food and money.

This was the worst time of my life, homeless (my parents disowned me), peniless and destitute.

One day I was begging outside the main railway station when a women put some notes and a card in my begging bag – she said to ring her and reverse the charges when i was ready to work for her.

I kept the card until I was 18 then rang her – she told me to stay where I was and she would send a taxi to pick me up.

I wasnt taken to an office but a private flat in Salford, where she fed me, I had a bath (well actually a bath then a shower then another bath just to get the street off my skin), a girl did my hair and generally pampered me, and then I was presented to the women who had given me the card all those months before.

She explained that she had seen my at the club, but knew how old I actually was so hadnt approached me and that she wanted me to work for her at her agency.

I didnt understand what she actually meant but soon did when she told me she ran a very high class ultra descrite escort agency covering the UK and Worldwide for very rich men who wanted “special” girls for an hour, day, week, month etc.