Here goes,
So I schedule a meet for 2pm this afternoon. She was somewhat responsive to texts so I thought this wouldn't be so bad. I've read about her timekeeping so I show up 15mins late on purpose, and when I text her to say I was here she asks me to wait as she's doing her make up.... Good thing I was in my car and not waiting around on the street. I send her a text saying I need to be elsewhere by 3 (which was a lie) and she sends me a text almost immediately with the flat number..
By 2.40pm I'm in. The flat is a crappy, dingy, weird smelling pile of crap literally next to Pentonville prison.
I should've just walked away as she was clearly on some kind of substance, and my moral side felt terrible being there, I couldn't understand one word she was saying.
Anyway, I was there just for a bj which I paid £50 for, and it was the toothiest, most painful and uncomfortable bj I've ever received. Now to be fair to her, I'm quite big, very actually, and in all my attempts of finding a DT specialist none have managed. Upon reading the reviews she is supposed to be amongst the elite in the city, and I was (literally) painfully disappointed. I managed to adjust and unload in her mouth which wasn't hard since I hadn't busted a nut in ages, and it spilled everywhere...
That post orgasm feeling is a horrible one, and to be honest I felt guilty in contributing to this young ladies habit. I think I will now retire from this whole punting thing, as I've not been able to find a good DT in the city, and I may as well give up.
Smaller men will no doubt enjoy, but not for me.
Ouch.
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