External Link/Members OnlyArrange to see Bee for an hour’s massage - £50.00
I parked in Clive Street. As I was walking, I received a text asking if I was still coming. I was not late I was a matter of feet from the door. I ignored this unnecessary question, which only served to delay me. I assume she is paranoid about no shows.
When I arrived, I found 2 doors adjacent. It could have been either one, I chose the left. Bee answered. She is short, heavily built, probably mid- 50s. Not a looker. The guided me through the front room, to a room at the rear, passing by a shower & hot hub. I asked if the se were available. Apparent not as they take 3 hours to warm up. The room was dark. Bee asked me to undress and lie face down on the couch. The massage was good, with the odd CC
Unfortunately, this was the high point, hereafter it disintegrated She asked me to turn over, and offered HR for £25. I though but accepted the offer. I was beginning to lose interest. A short, rotund, woman, not in the least attractive and wearing a black knitted thing does not do it for me.
Anyway, we proceeded with the massage. She was doing that thing where the pull the fingers, I was looking at the ceiling waiting for the end to arrive, when she slapped by hand like kid found with this hand in the sweetie jar. I couldn’t work out what provoked this assault. I think that my fingers might have touched her tits, but it was she who was pulling them.
By now I was wishing I was anywhere else. We get to the HR. I have seen people shake the ketchup bottle with more passion. Just a mechanically going through the motions.
The rating of this was not easy. It felt negative, and I am not going back. On the other hand, she did what it said on the tin; but then so do laxatives. In either case the result is a load of crap. Thus, I felt neutral was about right.
