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External Link/Members Only This was an horrendous experience.
I saw the profile and liked to look of the lady in the gallery pics - particularly the first one. The description of the BJ was quite original. I bought the private gallery and was more interested - face pics. The profile had the 'available today' showing, so I was reassured knowing that as this costs money, the profile was less likely to be fake. I rang the number and spoke to an EE lady with reasonable English who confirmed her availability. I asked if she was the lady in the profile and whether all services were on offer (at that time there was no mention of BB). She responded that it wasn't her, but was her Grandmother (never write off a GILF!!) Availability of all services was confirmed. Liking the sense of humour, I made a booking for the following day.
I texted the following morning to confirm the booking and then rang when my appointment overran. This was not a problem. The postcode was texted to me - CF11 9AJ. I requested that she wore hercGrandmother's stockings and suspenders.
I arrived at the location and telephoned for final directions.
The location was a flat above a shop. The door was opened by a girl with dyed blonde hair, wearing casual clothes. Not the girl in the pics. She took me up two floors and told me to wait before leaving the room. The room was sparsely furnished and was boiling hot. I hoped that the girl in the pics would then arrive. My hopes were dashed when the same girl returned and told me the prices - £60 for 30 mins and £120 per hour.
I was stuck in two minds - she wasn't the girl in the pics, but was slim and half attractive in a skanky, dyed blonde way. How bad could it be I thought?? [First major error - should have walked] The profile stated £110 for an hour, so I insisted on paying that, which she accepted [second major error - should have only agreed 30 mins]. I asked for a shower and she handed me a hand towel that was drying on the radiator [third major error - as first]. After a quick shower, into the action.
A couple of lacklustre kisses - no tongue. A truly dreadful blow job, virtually no lip pressure, complete absence of tongue action, her lips went no further than the rim of my knob. Recognising a deflating cock, she started to wank me - which halted the decline. About two minutes after first attaching her lips to my knob, she said 'Sex? '. Realising that there was no way that this was going to get any better - what English she had started with had mysteriously evaporated into the increasingly hot atmosphere and her blowjob technique was distinctly un-dysonesque - and determined to drain my nuts, it was time to man up. On with the mack and despite her being less responsive than a trout on a fishmongers ice tray, my contribution to international relations arrived.
By now the room was hotter than the road to Basra on market day and I was well on the way to depositing a whale sized sweat patch on the bed, so a second shower was required to try and make it bearable - I had paid for an hour and I was damn well going to have an hour.
On my return from the shower, she gave me a grotesque parody of a massage - more like a sparrow scratching and pecking for worms - until Mr. Happy made a half - hearted reappearance. I fucked her doggy for a bit - not very comfortable as she wouldn't lower herself enough for me to really drill into her. I turned her onto her back and tried to maintain a head of steam.
The turkish bath atmosphere finally got the better of me and I decided not to put the old boy through any more, so after a third shower I beat a hasty retreat.
In conclusion, the worst punt I have ever experienced. I should have walked but didn't and paid the price.
Highlight - walking out.
Lowlight - watching her pick the spots on her tits while I dried off after the second shower - eroticism or what????
