I started when I was 17, long before the term "sugar baby" or "rent boy" even existed. I was at university, and I had a scholarship for my education, but I had no housing or food. I was 3,000 miles away from my family in an unfamiliar city. I had no resources to lean on. I found myself really struggling.
We were actually evicted from our home due to noisy sex. We were getting complaints from the neighbours downstairs. At one point, the housing association office came to the door when we were having sex we call it our bang to rights moment. We try to be respectful and, obviously, we don't want to cause people alarm, but we're very noisy creatures. Now we've got the mattresses on the floor, so we've learned our lesson.