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External Link/Members OnlyLocation: Bayswater is the closest station. Alternatively, Queensway is few minutes walk north of Bayswater station.
Comms: texted to book appointment + received text with full address.
The venue: A flat in a in a large terraced house.
The masseuse: Agnes is short and round but she disguises her bulk by wearing loose clothing, however she is facially attractive and a very pleasant person who remembered my name throughout the event.
The event: I went there about a week ago. I was greeted by Suzanna
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Agnes called out my name and apologised for the delay while I was waiting. Eventually she appeared and suggested (sort of insisted) that I might like to take a shower. So I did as she requested and returned to the massage table. She asked what type of massage I wanted and I asked for tantric. She started off by squirting a liberal amount of oil over my right leg and spent a lot of time working on the one leg gradually moving up the leg and into my bum crack and between the legs. I read people’s reviews of going to massage parlours and they talk about CC swipes. I can tell you that when you visit Agnes you get:
DEATH BY A 1,000 CC SWIPES
She then started applying hot oil as well which feels sensational. Then she really goes to work of your balls as she gets you to lift your bum in the air. She can then access your cock and give that some attention. “Do you want your prostate massaged?” she casually enquired. “Its part of a tantric massage” she said. So she poured on even more oil and went for it and she does not use a glove either. By now I was pretty much in heaven but there was an annoying interval when she ran out of hot oil and had to slip next door for some more.
Time to flip over for the finale – although the fresh supply of hot oil was a little too hot when she applied to my delicate balls but there was so much pleasure going on that the pain quickly passed. Finger inserted firmly in bum-hole, my volcano eventually erupted, Krakatoa style.
Afterwards she asked whether I wanted a bit more massage or whether I wanted to take another shower. I elected to take a shower. We sorted the paperwork out just as I was leaving - £90 for the ultimate in man-pampering.
