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Don't use the Website link on Google. It takes you to the page for a place in Doncaster.
I've sort of starting punting again and made the rookie mistake. New SIM in the punting phone.... but forgot to deactivate the adult blocks on mobile data. So, no access to AW as I arrived in Notts. Bugger. Then I drove past Good For Life. So I fired off a text and booked in for an hour. £50.
The place is definitely not discreet. It's on the main road from Mansfield to Chesterfield and they even have a Google advert.
After a few seconds standing outside, a Chinese Oompa Loompa opened the door. It was such a weird sight. Because this tiny woman was trying to bend over and hide behind the door, when she did open it her head was pretty much level with the letterbox.
She is tiny. Probably about 4'8 - 4'10 in heels..... on a box. She's in her 50's and was wearing a tunic and clumpy black shoes. When a woman is that small, it's hard to describe her figue as I'm sure she still buys her clothes in the children's section. Or Teddy Bear Workshop. Scaled up to adult size, I'd say roughly a 14 in terms of shape. Not slim, but not fat either. Lots of makeup. Lots of quick smiles.... but her relaxed face is a sort of frown.
When she bent down to help take my shoes off I almost kneed her in the head.... but my knee actually passed harmlessly ABOVE her head.
She showed me into a little room on the ground floor. If you go, walk away if they offer that room. The girl goes in and out to stash the cash or get oil.... or a glass of water. She opens the door and you're left standing there looking like the last turkey in the shop window.
The massage was okay. She didn't ask how I wanted it, but it wouldn't have made a difference. She spoke no English other than 'darling - bowdie bowdie?' And 'turn ower'' Anything else was down to hand signals.
She does know what she's doing when it comes to massaging. So on that score, it was good. There was also the odd CC swipe and reach under to make sure you knew extras were available. It really isn't a proper massage though. Very little leg or arm work. Just a back massage with few quick detours down-under.
On rollover, I'd agreed to 'bowdie-bowdie' for £50 extra. So she started with a few strokes of the cock before rubbing her boobs around my chest. Then came a sort of tit-wank. Her tits are just about big enough. The uncomfortable bit was when she decided to put her knees each side of my cock and try to rub her tits in my face. She was too short for her tits to make it and every time she bounced, it felt like getting kneed in the nuts! It f'ing hurt. It doesn't matter if she's the size of Action Man's ex-wife. When she's all but standing on your nuts and bouncing, it's a whole level of pain you're totally unprepared for. Having pulverised the plumbs, she covered me in kitchen roll and wanked me till I finished.
She didn't mind where my hands or fingers went, so that was good. I'm not sure if more was available, but she really wasn't my type so I didn't think it was worth playing charades for 5 minutes while she worked out what was being asked.
I wouldn't book her again and I wouldn't recommend her. She did the extras, but unless you go for the curiosity factor of seeing Willy Wonka's wanking wench, it's not worth it. All the way back to the hotel afterwards, I kept asking myself one question. How the hell did she manage to climb up onto the massage table? I didn't see a box or ladder anywhere. That sums the meeting up really. If a woman rubs her tits on you, let's you finger her and she wanks you off.... and your only thought afterwards is about how she managed to climb up on the massage table... the rest of the meet wasn't that memorable.
£50 1hr massage. £50 B2B & HE.
