It makes a man ‘sweep the snow in front of his door, and not bother about the frost on his neighbor's roof. Binding these warps and wefts together is a fascinating and illuminating description of various forms of massage therapy and their impact on our health and fitness. as an innocent, naive, working-class lad with little education or savoir faire, not only is he self-reflective throughout this narrative, but he's also pretty spot-on in his analyses of class, economic disparities and social inequalities.

With his new clients, money and expensive presents aren’t the only thing to threaten Ben’s integrity: obviously the rich clients expect sex in addition to the massages Ben signed up to give them. The story starts out with Ben, a father of three struggling to make ends meet until he is met with a group of rich women, eager to devour his body.So our protagonist finds himself propelled in a world where houses don’t have postcodes, where your services are rewarded with the agreed upon fee but you might happen to get a brand new car.

With his dark hair, blue eyes, and robust appendage that the ladies dub Big Ben, the shy careworker is drawn into a world of private jets, Parisian sex clubs, state secrets, endless lines of cocaine and orgies in country houses with a Who’s Who of celebrities, MPs and the international super rich.I came across this title on social media and decided to download a sample to see if I would like the writing style. Speaking exclusively to The Sun on Sunday, he says: “I had more lovers than Casanova and at one point thought I was him. Over a decade later I just hope that his wife forgave him (not sure I could) and his children are happy and can see money doesn't equal friendship and love. He also tells how it all ended when his wife caught him in the act, resulting in him being cut adrift from the high-roller set. At that, he has a domestic problem behind him, differing in magnitude but not in nature from the domestic problem of his rich clientele.