External Link/Members OnlyEncouraged by the prior review, and passing through Croydon, I decided to check out Bamboo Panda. I texted them asking for the day's slimmest masseuse and — with no pretence of legitimacy — I was told it was Candy. So I booked with her.
Candy turned out be a size 10, maybe, from China, with some excess pounds (pot/kettle/black!) and a pretty, smiley face. Late 30s at a guess. Half an hour's decent massage in the first, front room was followed by half an hour's play which involved RO — she seemed to really enjoy it, without becoming especially wet; curious; perhaps she was faking, but I really don't think so — lip kissing, the kissing of my balls but not cock, frottage and a nice hand job to order. "Next time we fuck," I said, half-joking, and she nodded enthusiastically. So there you go. She was shaven and fresh down below with huge, floppy boobs and normal-sized nipples, not the pointy pencils that many of her countrywomen possess.
I'd offered £50, which was readily accepted. Tsk me; I've become so conditioned to the increase from the once-staple £40 that now I don't even offer it. Payment afterwards, which is always a preferable option.
Candy said she works every day. I helped myself to a mini-Malteser and headed off into the bland Beddington surrounds.
