Ok, first review; be gentle with me
After a couple of busy weeks at work, and with the wife unusually away for the weekend, I decided that I needed a bit of R&R.
Unfortunately this neck of the wood (Gloucestershire) is a bit of a desert unless you like eastern-europeans, which I don't as I do like some conversation before getting down to business.
Decided to risk an incall with something young and frisky; and after some research plumped on Sarah Louise Gold.
External Link/Members OnlyNow, I've been at this a while - and I was wary of the 8 month old profile with zero feedback; but, to be fair, feedback isn't blocked and there are no bad-reviews on here - so I risked a call from the pun-phone. Sounded great and yep, she was happy to travel here and was happy with a 1.5 hours session. Session booked for 5pm - fee £200. She was happy that everything on her likes list was available. Sorted, or so I thought.
Frankly, I wish I hadn't bothered .....
Negative .... hence leaving this review
So, after a busy day I took a shower and brushed my teeth; heck I even put on a clean pair of socks and pants. So, all ready for parade at 1650 hours.... great. I'm gonna have some fun.
Hmmm; 1700 and still no sign .... she's got a way to come, so no problems
1710 .... hmmm maybe the traffic is bad - but a phone call would have been nice
1720 .... ok, this is annoying me now - looks like it's gonna be a no-show
1725 .... phone rings; it is SLG .... who is lost. Some detective work with Google Maps suggests that she is 20 miles away.... getting on her way
1732 .... phone rings; SLG again ..... has lost my postcode (???) .... will be 25 minutes (it's all pretty much motorway)
1800 .... hmmm, this is not going well
1810 .... ok, and gonna give it 10 more minutes and then call it a bad job
1820 .... sod it; obv waste of time
1823 .... phone rings; SLG .... who is nearly here - "2 minutes, promise"
1830 .... arrives
So, timekeeping is definitely not going down as a positive.
Now, if a WG is gonna pull a B&S it's a bit dumb to do it on an outcall really, isn't it?
SLG is supposed to be 5'4", size 8 with a C cup and long blonde hair with blue eyes.
The individual that arrived was easily 5'10" and most certainly not an 8 (12/14 maybe). Oh, the hair was black and the eyes brown.... and the cup more like an A than a C
So this gives me a choice - send me away and risk the wroth of the "driver" on my own doorstep; or accept what is actually quite an attractive alternative?
Option b it was.... Atleast she was facially attractive and english!
Now the problem with B&S is that all of those "likes" and the earlier discussions probably no longer necessarily hold true.
So, rather than the usual gentle conversation to begin, I suddenly find myself with my pants round my ankles and <not SLG> going hammer and tongs at my poor old pole. I'm not saying it wasn't ok - just not my normal punt. I managed to encourage/lead her to the lounge so that I could sit on the sofa .... and she redoubles her efforts with her throat. I'm not a great fan of deep-throat but she kept on.
After a while <not SLG> started to lose steam - so I suggested she shrug her outfit; which she does as quick as a flash and then back to throating my cock. Bugger.
A few minutes more and again she is losing steam - so I asked (as originally planned on the phone) for some face-sitting ... to be told "no" .... bearly missing a beat with her mouth.
Now we are 20 minutes in and my poor-ol'-man is getting a tad sore from teeth grazing .... this is going no-where fast. She is obviously desparate for me to pop in her mouth ... but that is one thing that never happens. I suggest she jumps on my lap to finish; which she does ... which is where is becomes absolutely apparent that those are NOT 'C'-cup breasts. Tiny is fine .... provided they are pert. These weren't; oh boy they weren't.
SLG was supposed to be 18; even allowing for the usual pinch of salt with WG ages I'd have to say that <Not SLG> was late 20's
A few minute of bounces on my lap is becoming uncomfortable - there is no technique at all ..... my poor-ol' man is, as well as being sore, now being pummelled.
So, "Ok, I need to finish this now ....." - time for doggy action; to which <not SLG> agrees.
Sure as eggs-is-eggs that does the deed reasonably quickly.
As I sit back down to recover I'm thinking ..... "great, now what?"
Well that gets answered for me; by the time I've blinked twice <not SLG> has already got her clothes on and is reaching for her coat. It is now just 1855.
Sod it - I can't be bothered.... "Ta-ra" I say and off <not SLG> trots.
£200 down for 20 minutes of not very great action ... blimey, even London Undergroud train-drivers don't get paid £10 per minutes.
In summary; be wary guys - this is a B&S
