It is with some trepidation that I call upon Dollymopp of London, a sexy independent UK escort. She has a reputation for honesty and not suffering fools, especially reporters.

But they do say that the brain is the biggest sex organ, so I decided without hesitation to take the assignment that my friend, the editor, has set for me today. I had read her independent escorts ads, and had seen her fiendishly clever independent escort website, www.thedollymoppfiles.co.uk, but nothing had prepared me for the hot, sexy, raunchy, naughty, thrilling experience that awaited me in London Bridge SE1, just south of the River Thames from the City of London EC1, between Tower Bridge and Waterloo (in fact, cheek by jowl with the Globe and Tate Modern) on a scorching summer's day!

Even so, I still didn't know quite what to expect when I called on her and rang Dollymopp's bell. She met me looking sexy and sophisticated in a retro vintage 40's style dress, as one would expect of a such a gentleman's discreet companion, used to privately entertaining distinguished gentlemen all over London, UK, or internationally