Punt was about three or so weeks ago in Wimbledon.
Two word summary, to get to the point: ruddy awful.
I know I have said in a previous review that I had given up on TS.. they are a fantasy, but rarely does the punt live up tp expectations.. At least for me, anyway. But, horny after work one eve and out of the office when most of the "local" cis girls had started turing their Open signs around to read Closed, I needed an itch scratched - badly. So, to trusty Birchplace.. The closest was Marta, and I don't mind milfs; the photos looked good, albeit obviously photoshopped, so thinking with the wrong head, I decided to go for it (I now know there is a bad review of her already - but having to use a VPN didn't make it readily accessible at the time).
Coms: Well, this was OK. All text and she obviosuly uses Google (or some other) translator. But, her response was prompt (which probably shoudl have been a warning thinking about it as it wasn't that late), courteous, address was sent straight away (another red flag?), and wanted to know when I was arriving. During the punt, little spoken, but who's just scratcing an itch (and compromising what they want to get it scratched) and worried about making small talk, right? So, about a 6.5/10.
Accommodation: Was pretty good as I remember. Spartan but clean. It wouldn't be terribly discreet during the day, being on the edge of the main shopping precinct, right on the corner of a side street. But, was easy to find, easy parking after hours, and nothing offensive or particularly memorable. Guided into the bedroom, but after exchanging consideration, went to the toilet. Again, clean, spartan.. a bit like an office rather than a flat.
The SP. Well, I have read many reviews that complain the SP did the behind the door trick, was nothing like the photos and so should have walked, except we sometimes think too much with the wrong head, and against our better judgement, decide to go through with it.. as if some miracle transformation will occur on disrobing them form their lingerie. I now have lived it. It is definitely the SP in the photos - that is for sure - but imagine buying a decent looking off the internet only to find every panel has been damaged, the tyres are flat, and the sgine has some rattly knock to boot. That is how I would describe the SP. I think, but can't be sure, the hair was a wig or extensions, all over the place.. She was a total mess, haggard and, well, at the point she emrged from behind the door to lead me into her bedroom, I was praying for that miracle. Sort of a 90 year old hooker posting photos of herself at 20, and even then touching them up a bit. In her favour, her physique was a little baggier than the photos, but not too bad. Her tits were pretty well as the photos, but everything just was.. yuk. Also she, and her room smelled of weed, too.. Really, WTF was I doing not walking at that point? To the other business end, her cock was about the same dimensions as the photos, but it just looked dirty and unattractive.. As I was fondling it, it felt OK...
The Punt; I am not sure if it was just unmemorable or I just want to forget it. We disrobed.. I tried some foreplay on her, but that was out of the question. If I recall correctly she just wanted to get straight into sex, presumably to get me in and out (literally and figuativelly) as quickly as possinble. There was no way I was going anywhere near that end of the business with anyone else's, let alone wy wet or pokey bits. So, we fondled each other a bit; I decided to set a challenge to see if I coul dget her hard with my hand, which I did, and then she took over and wanked herself till she came. She motioned me to lick it. Not on your life was I goign anywhere near there... She then laid me on my back, slipped on a bag oand OW'ed me. In the end, I went limp and called it off.
£150 and about 3/4 hour plus driving of my life I will never get back.
It's a real shame, as if she looked after her hygiene and self a bit, she probably would be like she is in the photos.
