External Link/Members OnlyTruly awful would best sum this up.
Was in the mood for a bit of Asian pussy during the week and after phoning round a few go to tarts to no avail, made a rash spur of the moment decision. Thankfully only committed to hh. Comms to make appointment by text were fairly quick gave the cow short notice but wouldn't be a problem as she wouldn't be in any great demand, except perhaps from the Blind and deaf punting community, if such a thing exists.
Arrived at the location just off George St, hiding behind the door with just cause. It's fucking horrendous, skinny little skank she will never see 42 again never mind the claimed 32. So I pull out the phone bring up the listing and point at her, point to the phone and politely enquire as to the whereabouts of the tart in the pictures. As predicted the response is no speaky good English. No shit!! So I turn for the door and she's trying to pull me back and mutters ok ok 40. Well the sack is needing emptied, so with a complete lack of dignity, follow the horror show through to the boudoir.
Can't even be arsed taking the jacket off just drop the tweeds and shove my knob in her face. I'm thinking she must be good at oral if nothing else. Wrong. It's at this point I realise the TVs on and it's fucking Countdown. How low can my life get. Time to put the rubber on and stick the mutt on all fours. The only way I'm gonna be able to fuck this to completion is let the imagination kick in. So in my tiny mind I'm now thrashing Carol Vorderman. I eventually manage to finish off and wiped my knob on the bedsheets when she wasn't looking, payback I suppose.
To sum up, avoid what ever you do
Looks - 0.5
Comms - 0.5
Service - 0.5
VFM - 0.5 even at £40 I felt she should have paid me
