When Lee asked me to marry him in the Spring of 2000, I hesitated. It was not that I did not love him. In fact, I was already expecting his baby. The reason for my hesitation was that I knew I had unfinished movie contracts, most of which would entail having prolonged oral sex. Several would also require me to have full, penetrative sex with some very (very) big men. It's not that I did not want the sex. By now, I was so hooked that it was difficult for me to forsee a time when I was not mated with a dozen or more different men every week. Having just one man had a great appeal. But could one man satisfy my nymphomania? I would, of course, have given up my modelling if he had asked me to. Instead, he gave me carte blanche to do shoots with as many men as I needed to, and as often as I wanted, as long as I let him know. As it happens, I do not have sex with other men without his approval. Lee and I have sex a couple of times a week and, if he is going to be away for a few days on tour, his son Tony usually pops round to make my day. One day, I must get round to telling my husband that his son often brings friends with him. Although this is normally for blow jobs, there have been a few occasions when a gang bang has been the result. I am sure that Lee would not mind because sometimes he brings home friends himself. Now then, which would I prefer? Six young fit hunky thirty-somethings with endless engergy? Or six of Lee's mates, all in their fifties and sixties? I WANT BOTH!!!!! Although I would genuinely love to have rampant sex with you, and loads of other tasty guys, Lee and his Tony (and their mates) satisfy me. As long as I get sex a twenty times a week, I am happy.