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Bonjour Cerb community, I am not sure if that is the place to post what I need to share, sorry if it was inappropriate to do so. I would like to say that I know that I am a big, voluptuous, chubby, fat, what ever you call it, woman. I don't need to be reminded of it by insulting anounynous emails from people pretending they saw my ads on Cerb. I promote myself with this particularity, I think i am quite well aware that i am big. I believe that Cerb has proven to be the most respectful board regarding the sex industry - at least here in Canada. If you have nothing better to do with your time than insulting Cerb ladies, I believe you just don't belong here. If you disagree with the words that I chose to advertise, make a complain to the administration of this website, not myself. Let them be the judge of it, I believe they have criterias that advertisers should respect, if mine are out of the line, I trust that will do what they need to do. Finally, if you believe that a fat woman is insane to offer escort services, and even more at the price I offer mine, that is your opinion and I don't have a problem with it - your allowed to think what ever you want. But if you use the anonymity of Internet to insult that same person, I also believe that you are a major immature loser with way too much time on his hands. I think I made my point, I have nothing more to add. Lou

You are referring specifically to the bawdy-house laws, but there are indeed many laws pertaining to prostitution. Living off the avails of another person's prostitution is illegal. If you are running an agency, you are living off the avails of prostitution and this is not legal in Canada. An incall agency could be charged with keeping a common bawdy house AND living off the avails. An outcall agency could NOT be charged with keeping a common bawdy house because they are outcall-only, but they could definitely be charged with living off the avails. The only way to work completely legally as a prostitute in Canada is to work independently without any third party (agency, security guard, or driver, etc.), arrange all encounters privately, not within public view (email and phone), and to do outcalls only. Also, just to clarify, you the client could not be charged nor could the lady. But the agency and any others profiting from her work (drivers, security guards, etc.) could be charged. So you and the lady have nothing to fear! Not saying I agree with this, but that is the way the law is currently. I find the "living off the avails" law very paternalistic and it pisses me off like no other!!

I was recently in Halifax and head the pleasure of meeting Cathy. After a few false starts due to my schedule, we finally got hooked up for an hour long session at my hotel room. Cathy's communication was first rate the whole way, and she was patient with my evolving schedule and was very accomodating. We had spoken on the phone and I had indicated that I was interested in a domination session with strapon service. Cathy arrived at my hotel room fresh from a workout, as she is a woman who really takes care of herself. She was toned and tight with a moderate bodybuilder physique, but by no means butch in anyway. We had some nice small talk and Cathy changed into a black leather mini-dress and black stilletos. She then ordered me to undress and get on my knees, where we began a very sensual foot and leg worship session. After a few minutes of that, she ordered me on the bed and secured my ankles to a spreader bar she had brought with her. Once I was securely fastened, she slid up and straddled my face and "made" me lick her gorgeous pussy...Cathy has the sweetest , meatiest, most delicious pussy i have ever had the pleasure of eating! She also has a gorgeous huge suckable clit...one of the biggest I have ever seen! After several minutes of using my face as her personal pleasure device, she turned over and ordered me to eat her ass. If her pussy was sweet, her ass was even better! Meticulously clean and delicious! I licked her and rimmed eagery as she reacted to it in a way that turned me on so much! She was truely enjoying herself! She then told me to turn over on my stomach and placed a towel under me. She then went to her back and showed me what she had brought for me...3 strapons...a sweet little 6 inch, a deliciously thick 8 inch and a HUGE 10 inch that she told if I was good she would MAKE me take! She put on the six incher and made me suck it like a little bitch, which I did gladly! when I had done a good job and taken it in my throat, she told me to stick my ass up for her. She lubed my ass, and i felt her finger slide into me...first one, then two, working my ass to get it ready. She smacked my ass and told me to lift my ass up, at which point I felt the head of that strapon enter me....it felt so good and it wasnt long before she was balls deep inside of me fucking my tight ass like the gorgeous dominant woman she is! Once my ass was used to the 6", she changed and put on the nice thick 8". She was very kind in using lots of lube, but this time she took my ass more quickly and roughly, which was awesome...This was already the biggest strapon I had ever taken, and she was making me take all of it...and i was eagerly pushing my ass against her to show her how her good bitch loved it...she rode me hard and rough, smacking my ass and biting my shoulders and back as she screwed me..I could tell she was very into her work, and I thought I would be riding this 8" for the rest of the session. Then she pulled out and told me i was going to take her big 10". I thought there was no way ever i could take it, but told her i was willing to try if she would be gentle at first and use lots of lube. She changed to the big boy and re-lubed my ass...she then told me she was placing the head against me, and told me that only one other person had ever been able to tak it, and he had cried like a bitch. I pushed my face down into the pillow as she slowly but forcefully pressed the head of her huge cock into my ass...i gasped and moaned as i took it, but it felt so good to be stretched wide by her...she slowly pushed the rest into me and I reached back and spread my ass cheeks wider for her, which seemed to please her...she knew i wanted to take it all for her, and she seemed to appreciate my willingness to submit to her big cock...she began to work it in and out of me, and soon she told me I had it in balls deep...every deep thrust gave a sensation of pleasure and pain that cant be described! After about 10 minutes of intense ass fucking from behind, I asked her if i could roll over on my back and take it like a little slut. She agreed, and that where the session got really intense. Once our eyes met and we were able to communicate face to face, the fucking got so much hotter, and she found i could take it deeper and harder in this position...I first out my legs up over her shoulders and grabbed my calves as she pounded my ass, occasionally grabbing my hard cock and telling me how much i loved it...then i wrapped my legs around her back and she fucked me hard...every time i got a little saucy, she pegged me harder and faster to show me she was still in charge and I was still her bitch! Finally our time was nearing and end...when she slide that massive cock out of me, i couldnt beleive how big it was and how deep she got it in me! She definitely took me to a place I never knew i could go! We finished the session witha very hot mutual masterbation session. She told me to sit up on my knees on the bed and stroke my cock for her as she lay back and watched me, playing with her nipples, her huge clit and fingering herself...when i was getting close, she reached across and slide her finger inside my ass and gave me the most exqusitie prostate massage and milking I have ever had! I came so hard and so fast, it was the perfect ending to a perfect experience! Cathy cleaned up and we had some nice small talk about her upcoming travels. Cathy is coming to Ottawa in June and i am signed up already! She is a doll..the only question is another domination session or GFE? Hell, who needs to decide, I want both!!!!

No. Simply because it not just sets a paranoid tone to the session, but also what can you possibly expect the answer is going to be? True or false, all answers will be yes, she is sti free. It would be silly to expect any other answer. Also, completely irrelevant, provided you are engaging in protected activities, in any case she (and you) are only as sti free as whatever your last encounter may or may not have exposed you to. But if you are up to asking this question, then you really need to do some more research on health and sexual safety, choose low risk options like hj rather than fs, and if you do wish to go with a bj or fs, see only sps who offer cbj only and have a limited menu (up to and including no digits, no daty). To that extent, you will be more confident of her desire to lower her risk level, which lowers your risk levels.

I was excited. Today is the day I was finally seeing her. This is an Occasion, with a capital O. One that called for just a little more trouble than usual. For you see, she's a classy lady. An educated and cultured woman. I know she enjoys the finer things. I know she would notice. I slipped on a crisp white shirt, teased cufflinks into the cuffs. I reached into my closet and pulled out my fine soft-shouldered suit, the pride of my favorite Napoli tailor. It was a soft charcoal grey. I had joked that it was woven from the inner thigh fuzz of Italian virgins, it was so soft to the touch, the weave so fine. I pulled on my pants, wove a cordovan leather belt into the loops. I reached again into the back of my closet and pulled out a box with my oxblood monk strap shoes, burnished to a dull gleam. I shoehorned them on and buckled them closed. I carefully slipped the suit jacket off of its hanger and gingerly put it on. I looked at my selection of ties. Which one? I thought for a moment, then reached into a small drawer. A pocket square it is. I fussed over cramming it in my breast pocket. I smiled. It's funny how so much effort there is in looking casually careless. I looked in the mirror. I'm looking good. I was dressed to kill. And I was going to knock her dead today. ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''-||''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''- I fidgeted nervously with my cufflinks. It's almost time. Finally, there was a soft knock at the door. I opened it and she swept into the room. I bid her a polite greeting and took her coat. I was finally face to face with her, under the hallway light. She stood before me at last. Or rather, towered over me, tall in her heels. She wore a gauzy white blouse, perfectly fitted. It was unbuttoned, just the top couple of buttons. The blouse would still be demure, except for the edges of a lacy bra just visible inside. A string of pearls trailed down and between her breasts. I knew her tight, just-above-knee length skirt would be concealing a lacy garter holding her dark stockings and black heels. Her long wavy brown hair was pinned up in a bun, and she peered coolly down at me through thick black plastic framed glasses. She opened an expensive looking purse, and took out a pen and a pad of paper. She interrupted my silent grinning appreciation. "The agency sent me." She peered over her glasses at me, a half-smile at the corners of her mouth. I was momentarily confused. I thought she was an independent? But before I could say anything, she stepped forward and put her hand on the front of my pants. She said breathily, "I'm ready to take dictation." And with that, her half smile became a smirk, and she opened my fly. She reached in, her smirk becoming a leer, and she knelt before me. She looked up at me over her glasses and I felt the wet warmness as she took me in her mouth. I closed my eyes and took a long deep breath. She took me in, slow and deep. I could feel her hot breath on me. Time stood still at that moment, my world shrunk to her mouth on me. She was slow, she was sensual. But she soon picked up the pace, those slow wet, warm, deep thrusts becoming quicker and harder. I was losing my composure. I had been planning to show her my gentlemanly side. But I could sense the hungry red-eyed monster in me starting to stir. I had only let a few ladies ever see that side of me. The red-eyed monster would want me to take her. And take her *now*. I wasn't going to last long between those skilled lips. But the red-eyed monster had other plans for us. I opened my eyes and with a growl, I reached down and pulled her up. I pushed her back and lifted her onto the hallway table, where she landed with a thump. I hiked up her skirt and pushed her lacy black thong to one side and entered her with one deep thrust, pushing her back against the wall. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes as I began to thrust hard, thumping the table and her back against the wall, the sound echoing in that narrow hallway. One of her hair pins fell out, and her hair slowly uncoiled, one bounce at a time. Her glorious long chestnut hair fell in a cascade across her shoulders and fell over her breasts with a puff of clean fragrance. Her purse fell off the table and feel to the floor with a thump, a lipstick rolling away. Her pad and paper were forgotten on the floor. But we barely noticed. Her hands gripped my shoulders and her legs wrapped around my waist, her heels linking together and drawing me in tighter. My thrusts sped up, her hips matching me stroke for stroke, thrust for thrust. Her glasses came astrew, and she clawed at them and brushed them off her face and onto the floor. She came hard, her body freezing, her chest thrust forward, her face twisted in an agonized grimace. It was too much. I joined her leap off of the precipice and into the fiery abyss, my tiny spurts a feeble attempt to extinguish the flames of our passion. I opened my eyes and caught my breath. Wow. This was not what quite I had expected, not that I was complaining. I thought she would be sweet, gentle, a master of the elegant art of seduction. With a start, I realized that she had probably thought the same about me. Still breathing heavily, I reached down to pick her glasses off the floor. I held them to her with a smile. "I'm Birdboy. It's a pleasure to finally meet you." We both laughed at my formality. I gave her a warm hug, and kissed her dewy forehead. I reached down, and kissed her on the lips. And there was my second revelation of the evening. We were both sweaty and her hair was still tousled, but time stood still when we kissed. Our tongues caressed and probed, tender slick embraces betraying our gentle natures. I broke the kiss, put my arm around her waist and led her to my bedroom without another word. ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''-||''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''- We lay coiled together on the bed, a tangle of bare limbs and satiated flesh. We small talked, I about her visit to her city and she about her drive into town. We talked about our love for clothes, the weather, the boards. She suddenly fell quiet. "Is something wrong?" She hesitated. It was none of my business. I was about to change the subject when she said quietly, "It's my son." Her son wasn't well. He was sick again, and this time it was bad. I could see the worry on her face, sense the tears about to start. I reached for a tissue and handed it to her. She wiped her eyes and apologized for her unprofessionalism. I smiled a crinkled Charlie Brown smile and kissed her again. "It's all right." Our clothes lay scattered beside the bed. Those clothes were part of the persona we showed to the world, armor for the modern age, what we wanted the other to think we were. But we were naked now, skin to skin. The personas were gone. We were naked to each other in more than one sense now. I held her close, and listened on as she talked. Her fancy, expensive looking handbag was in the hallway just outside the bedroom. But sometimes baggage can't be just be left behind. And sometimes the best soft shoulder is not on any handmade Italian suit, but is offered by a friend to cry on. There is a line to be respected, in this business of ours. We're not supposed to care. She's not a friend, this intimate stranger, but I lent her my shoulder anyway. I should say she's not a friend. Yet.

I too am sorry to hear of the issues of which you speak. Please, keep in mind that insults such as those reflect more on the giver than the recipient! Words, phrases and comments such as those are nothing more than ignorant drivel conjured up by cavemen who cower behind the anonymity of the internet. Please, on behalf of the guys who see beauty to be more than skin, accept my best wishes. Oh yes keep in mind that the "gentlemen" who sent these message are probably not the Mens Fitness cover models they think they are! It is funny how some people become ten feet tall and bullet proof when they don't have to face the person they are insulting!

I really appreciate the contributions everyone has made to this thread. It's valuable for me to see the range of opinions and preferences. It's also interesting to see how much we tend to agree about the kind of experiences most of us want to offer or to have with clients and companions. WiT and Lou, I'm in your debt for being so clear about the state of legislation and the potential changes and implications ahead of us all. Thank you! I think it would be wonderful fun to have an extended, multi-person fantasy play, though, in the Western theme. I've long admired Miss Kitty from Gunsmoke, and Dolly Parton's character in The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas. I'd be delighted to pour drinks in such an establishment! Imagine: Shortcake is the Madam, I'm the bartender... fun! That aside, I know I'm not the only one who has clients who are well-known public figures who would not want to run into anyone, ever. Being able to offer completely private, discrete encounters is very important.

As my mom used to say, if you have nothing to say, say nothing at all. And being a member of the curvy girls club, I completely AGREE! Some guys love my curves others have referred to me being a BBW! I am shaped like a pear, I did not say I was a small pear, just that I have a pear shape!

Rules for grocery cart travel 1. Always book through a reputable grocery cart travel agent. 2. Test drive your cart before accepting it as your final choice. Beware of: (a) Wonky Wheel - the cart that has a wonky wheel will whip your cream, scramble your eggs and bounce your beef. Wonky wheels are generally a front wheel that flutters wildly at any speed beyond a crawl. (b) Skid wheel. - the antithesis of wonky wheel, skid wheel locks up and makes it feel like you are pushing a snow shovel through three feet of snow rather than gently pushing your cart. 3. Avoid persons with blue hair, support hose, polyester pants, and thick glasses. Sure. They look like grandma. That's what they want you to believe. They are hell spawn. They use the innocent guise to take out their built up rage by targeting the Achilles tendons of anyone in their vicinity. 4. Avoid families. Families tend to park their carts in the dead centre of an aisle with the sole purpose of dominating a section and blocking you from getting what you want. Skirt around them and hit them from behind, using skills you learn from blue haired people. 5. Produce section. Vegan and environmentalist alert. You will see them, the gaunt and urban hip, patrolling the free range lettuce section. They sneer at your factory farm celery and prepackaged carrots. Fuck em up by taking the pepperoni sticks that you are going to buy, opening, eating and breathing on them. They will flee. 6. Dairy section. Frequently dominated by egg inspectors and milk carton expiration checkers. Nothing you can do about these, they are implicit in the region. Flatulence seems to be a short term plan to drive them off briefly, but they will return. 7. Frozen food aisle. Only a boon in the summer time. Personal experience says that it is impolite to ask buxom young women to remove their parkas mid winter whilst strolling in this section. 8. Bread and pastry aisle. Perhaps the one safe haven in the store, you can protect yourself between the standing piles of bread and pastry. 9. The checkout. Take the mid size line. The short line will be dominated by people who have healthier food than you and will mock you for the Pogos, pop tarts and frosted flakes in your cart. Longer lines are dominated by families sending their offspring for one last thing, alcoholics paying for their discounted food with dimes, nickels and pennies, and the blue haired people attempting to use coupons that expired in the 1970s. 10. Best advice? Move to a town that lets you shop online and delivers the food to you.