External Link/Members OnlyNothing to add on the shop, which has been well reviewed, other than it toes a nice line between legitimately catering to the posh folk of Richmond while also hosting ample naughtiness for the degenerate likes of yours truly. To that end, Jasmine greeted me in a lab coat and trousers; by the time I'd taken a shower in one of their large treatment rooms, she had changed into a black mini dress. Sorry, Dr Jekyll, but I've actually got an appointment with Mr Hyde.
Jasmine is pretty in a rather severe way; she says she's 30, but may be a bit older. Short, bob-like hair, with a belly that's not pancake-flat but hardly bulging either. Otherwise slim, with a medium-sized top balcony, and not very tall.
I've seen her twice, the second time stipulating B2B from the start; the first was more a fact-finding mission as I didn't especially have the horn. This time round, after 30 minutes of more than decent deep tissue — she's unusually good on the arms and hands — Jasmine disrobed to reveal an unshaven but hardly forest-wild bush. Some proper, nice B2B followed; soon after that we were DFKing; five minutes later I had my tongue taking liberal licks of her delicious vagina as she arched to orgasm (or seemed to); another interval later and — having first checked this was permissible — I was ejaculating into her mouth at the climax of an energetic, not-bad blow job. Jasmine sucked out every last drop, then spat it out and showered fastidiously, which was good to see.
The damage, pre-discussed, was £60 for B2B and an extra £20 for the BJ. Far too much in 2020; not half-bad in 2025. C'est la vie. I didn't haggle, so I imagine one might get the B2B down a little should piggy boxes are strapped.
She works Tuesdays and Fridays. I saw one other woman, who had a manageress vibe, and did little for me physically.
