When you're sexually hyperactive, you do quite a number of very foolish things, almost always realising that after the fact.
Somehow a discussion with my new nanny friend led me to recollect an occasion in Hong Kong a number of years back when I got picked up at a bar in Wan Chai by a Filipino woman who was about to entertain three Austrian tourists and thought it might be fun to add a fourth.
We all ended up in one of the other fellow's rooms, conveniently enough in the same hotel I was staying at. Since I was also a pussy licker, I serviced her in between courses, and, along with the fellow whose room it was, stayed the night to do the same in the middle of the night and again in the morning. The other men were uncut, so the whole experience was along the lines of the Straight to Hell article of many years ago titled "Blue Cheese For Lunch".
How I dodged that bullet is beyond me. Inexplicably enough, I consider myself otherwise intelligent.