Is she still on the go? I never partook but it sounds like an experience to be had!
Believe me, the anticipation exceeded the event. A laughably bad massage with an acceptable but fairly average blowjob with mirrors positioned around the flat so that Richard could watch. He wasn't interested. It was all about her fantasy of being the 'slutty masseuse' (her words). One couldn't complain about the poor massage as one was told in advance that this was a 'fantasy massage'. Nice enough couple but I afterwards I felt I'd wasted an afternoon traveling all the way to Wimbledon.
Their adverts have long disappeared, so I guess that having scratched her itch, she retired. I believe that it was never about the money but the 'slutty massage' fantasy (performed in a baby doll negligee) and the despairing hope that she could kick start Richard's dormant libido with a bit of voyeurism. Richard seemed like the kind of chap who was more into repairing bakelite radios and constructing meccano buildings in his shed than one who might enjoy seeing his wife suck off a stranger. Think a Wimbledon version of John Shuttleworth. After the event I dressed and left, and bidding me goodbye, he shook the hand that had only fifteen minutes previously been in his wife's vadge.
* Just remembered her name - Debbie. Debbie and Richard.