Had a day off work, so thought I would use the time wisely by booking a short notice punt.
I haven't gone for massage for quite some time, so I thought I'd give it a whirl for a change. Trawled through A/W, and quite liked the look of this one. Phoned up, and arranged the meet. Received an address and postcode by text within minutes. It's 50 for half an hour or 70 for the hour, so I went for the hour.
Address is just off Chinatown. Decent flats and very few people around. She opened the door and steered me straight into a bedroom on the left while holding her finger to her lips and pointing to the other door on the right, from which I deduced that we were not alone. As I gave her the money, her phone rang, and she, her mobile, and my 70 quid disappeared into the next room from where I could hear an animated conversation (in Thai) followed by a bog flushing followed by her phone ringing again, followed by another lengthy conversation. I took advantage of the time to get my kit off and lie down on the big double bed.
She came back into the bedroom, and I was pleasantly surprised to find that she was now wearing only a thong. She has got a good body, and a cracking pair of tits so I began to feel as if the stuttering start might be worth it after all. I was face down on the bed, and as soon as she got on she straddled me, and began to massage my back and legs. I was just thinking, "now this is more like it" when her bloody phone rang again.
She reached across and answered it with one hand massaging my back. It was on loudspeaker, so I was treated to another lengthy conversation with someone who was obviously her financial adviser, because she suddenly informed me that if i wanted an hour, the price was ninety pounds. My comment of "is it fuck" immediately changed the two way conversation into a group discussion, by which time the massage had ground to a halt. To be fair to Liza, she then poured what sounded like a shitload of fucks into the phone and ended the call, but by this time I was losing the will to live.
I turned over, and pointed South at what by now was struggling to resemble a semi. She then proceeded to vigorously wipe my almost freshly laundered cock with enough wet wipes to clean a pick-up truck before oiling it up.
I must say that she soon got it back in shape, and did in the end provide a nice slow oily wank then carefully cleaned up.
I got up, got dressed, and as I left looked at my watch to see that I had been there for 45 minutes, which included three phone- ins.
As I left, my misery was compounded by several cheery scaffolders across the road who gave me a wave and thumbs up.
As I trudged through Chinatown I consoled myself with the thought that, Some you win, Some you lose.
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