I've never thought about it. Nor do I intend to, at any point in the near future. I can enjoy myself. I'd like to.

[It's high time she did, after all. Not only in sexual matters but in the casual but charged interactions between men and women.]

That's the ideal. I've never done it for my own pleasure. Not to say I find it distasteful or have shameful memories of the act, but it was work. The end I was seeking had nothing to do with my own pleasure, and the sort of men that are pompous and easily manipulated aren't the sort that give a damn about their private whore's enjoyment.