I lived with a women for 10 years who looked a lot like Jane Asher in the 60s. Lovely long hair she was 57 when she had 'em off.

Trouble was she was obsessed with her children and was worried that if she got breast cancer she wouldn't be around to support them even though they were all late 20s or early 30s and she had no history of cancer in her family. So she wanted them ''cut out'' as she put it.

I didn't like it because they were absolutely flawless and although they had to be the blandest B cups ever I thought they were the centre of her womanhood.

Eventually I began to think that losing them was the only way to keep her so I found a clinic in Belgium that would do it as her GP her was dead against it. We went there and I paid them £5000 a side. Part of the deal was that I would be there to watch and film it for her. Originally she wanted to be conscious and have it done using a local but although she had me offer them more money the clinic said that it wasn't their policy. The surgeon asked me to choose which one first and after I chose the right beauty I'll never forget the surgeon carving into that perfectly healthy globe. I could tell how much he was enjoying ruining her. Eventually he lifted one away right back up into the armpit.

After he had excised the left one her sewed her up leaving a pair of diagonal wounds each 8 inches long. The next day we struggled home so that she could show her children what she'd done to herself to help support them.They'd not been told about it but on our return one of her daughters just asked if she could have her bras. The GP and hospital here were furious but what could they do but treat her post-operatively.

A couple of weeks later, still with her stitches in she went to the beach with the children and this time to her great delight topless. Other women gathered 'round her full of admiration for what she'd done and a couple of them gave her money and I got a couple of kisses from them for being such a good partner

Unfortunately a few short months later she told me she wanted to split because she was so torn between me and her children. According to the law of the land she was entitled to half the value of the house plus half the value of the mortgage paid even though I'd paid it all myself. She didn't buy herself a place but lived in a tiny room at a friends house and gave all the £189000 I'd given her to her children who rowed endlessly about their shares.