I work hard - in fact, I recently had to close my company because the economy sucks; work appears in spurts, less the US because its cheaper to hire locals and then even if you do a great job, no one wants to pay up....because the economy SUCKS! So it's been a while since my last adventure or report because money is tight.
Glad to hear radio reports about new laws protecting working women - they face the unknown and jerks at regular turns and clearly do not get equal protection under the law. But do terbites? We face bait and switch artists - fake pics, fake boobs ready to blind you, tender tits - don''t touch them, red rovers on their periods, beauty queens that chew gum in your ears spouting broken engrish...the list goes on. But my money is not fake. And can we call the cops if and when ripped off? Hardly - so we have Terb, am I right?
So we sometimes take one for the team - and what if you drive a long way because you want a fair exchange - have you ever speculated on talent, vs. looks? Well I read CL and came here of course and came up with what looked solid - Michelle in Durham - Busty Oral specialist. Save your money....
AND GO SEE THIS WOMAN!
I loved the picture - clear, deep and inviting cleavage - I admit to NOT liking boob jobs - who wants to nibble on artificial fruit - I love the idea of going into Locomotion - a past-favourite pastime - what a dump recently in terms of bad service and long-lost starlets (daytime) and agreeing to hafta dince wif a garlic-smelling pop-out girl who rubs her bare groin on your knuckles, trying to be subtle with her line - Jew wanda dince, already muttering under her foul breath about your likely need for another beer (and oxygen) and and afta 8 dances saying"that's all she wrote, sweetheart", lacing up and handing over some Canadian Tire money. "Deez not real?" she protests, smug in her keen detective skills. "That's right honey, and neither are those - pointing to her rock-hard candy mountains"
Michelle offers great rates, excellent service and terrific skill inside a curvy package that begs to be reached down on. I am no spring chicken - more of a fall turkey, so bear with the review that follows.
She let's me inside after giving me directions using e-mail (or text messaging) - no phone chat guyz. it's dark but the entry and number are well lit. I knock lightly and she let's me into a super clean living room, a couch ready for what will soon follow. We sit and we both eye each other over. Age is no real issue for me - albeit not a great fan when there's more on the bedside table than in bed. Michelle as she goes by looks young, but no "duh" teenager - maybe college or university age. She's bright, has a fun voice, soft long hair with clean curls and she goes to the gym. She is no 'spinner' but here is the rub, gentlemen. Finding talent in the basement or the attic is never easy - especially if too many previous tenants have left the "spaces" more open that I like. My boys like a tight squeeze for reasons you can likely imagine so, give me narrow warm places over wet, sloppy warehouses anytime.
No music, a candle flickers nearby and we chat for a bit. She's nice. This could be a girlfriend - no halloween make-up or burn cigarette with a 4-inch ash hanging from cracked lips. Hers look full, soft and almost electric. She brushes her the tip of her tongue across her lips in conversation and they glisten. Nice. Totally natural. Real sexy.
She quickly and professionally gives me options - I have to fly economy because money is as tight as what I hope will follow - Did I jip myself? Will she only offer premium service in first-class?
In a flash she's down in front of me, looking seductive and hungry. Mrs. Johnson and the twins soon make their appearance and what follows....oh myyyyyyy, can you tell when someone loves what she does for a living. She deserves a hand because she opts to avoid hers - this is pure, 100% real, hands-off, full concentrated sexual energy focused through pulsing lips and a darting tongue that seems alive all on its own.
slow, smooth, full and deep. She got my full attention but it's gone again, then back again. No jack-hammer, no let's get this over with...but the pressure, outside and inside slow builds without a rush teetering on the edge of I can't hold out much longer, it ends like the best ride you ever lined up for at Canada's wonderland - you hot, spicy blood rushing through your veins, breathing heavy, wondering what just happened because all the red juice that usually powers your brain left the building.
Call her Mrs. Maxwell House - good to the last drop or Ms. Viagra because I kid you not, boys, I was hard the next morning over this one and they warn you on the box, see your doctor if your erection lasts for 4 hours or more.
Using a professional wet-nap - watch it, it's a little cold she warns me, smiling sheepishly with bedroom eyes that make it all seem like I did her the favour. We end in quiet conversation as I regain my wits. What a lovely treasure.
Oh...I got lost in the memories but I must mention her mammaries. She wore something tight and low cut so the view was on again, off again of two firm, ripe, garbonza mellons that swung and teased me until I reached own and caressed the left one with my right hand. No plastic here - just excited, soft yet heavy globes of milky delight.
I am always afraid of trying out something new and facing regret along with a wad of lost cash.
Wanta lose your wad but feel like you made a great deal for a change? Be afraid of missing out on Michelle because she's the real deal.
Finally, when I write a good review someone out there always thinks - sheesh this has gotta be a shill. So let's be clear. When I get crap I spread it around so much you could grow mushrooms, ok. I drove a long way to see her and it was worth it. I like to visit a club beforehand for visuals and maybe even a few dances if I can afford it and locomotion, an old haunt was simply awful. Pickering angels can be good or bad, depending on who is there and tugging sometimes gets me nowhere - and then there's a temporary hotel stop at twice the price for 30 minutes of wam-bam, you paid for the time, get your skinny ass and thing outa here, flim-flam.
So I tell em as I see em and they looke good, felt even better and Michelle should become a speed dial for anyone looking to feel wanted, devoured and consumated.
Glad to hear radio reports about new laws protecting working women - they face the unknown and jerks at regular turns and clearly do not get equal protection under the law. But do terbites? We face bait and switch artists - fake pics, fake boobs ready to blind you, tender tits - don''t touch them, red rovers on their periods, beauty queens that chew gum in your ears spouting broken engrish...the list goes on. But my money is not fake. And can we call the cops if and when ripped off? Hardly - so we have Terb, am I right?
So we sometimes take one for the team - and what if you drive a long way because you want a fair exchange - have you ever speculated on talent, vs. looks? Well I read CL and came here of course and came up with what looked solid - Michelle in Durham - Busty Oral specialist. Save your money....
AND GO SEE THIS WOMAN!
I loved the picture - clear, deep and inviting cleavage - I admit to NOT liking boob jobs - who wants to nibble on artificial fruit - I love the idea of going into Locomotion - a past-favourite pastime - what a dump recently in terms of bad service and long-lost starlets (daytime) and agreeing to hafta dince wif a garlic-smelling pop-out girl who rubs her bare groin on your knuckles, trying to be subtle with her line - Jew wanda dince, already muttering under her foul breath about your likely need for another beer (and oxygen) and and afta 8 dances saying"that's all she wrote, sweetheart", lacing up and handing over some Canadian Tire money. "Deez not real?" she protests, smug in her keen detective skills. "That's right honey, and neither are those - pointing to her rock-hard candy mountains"
Michelle offers great rates, excellent service and terrific skill inside a curvy package that begs to be reached down on. I am no spring chicken - more of a fall turkey, so bear with the review that follows.
She let's me inside after giving me directions using e-mail (or text messaging) - no phone chat guyz. it's dark but the entry and number are well lit. I knock lightly and she let's me into a super clean living room, a couch ready for what will soon follow. We sit and we both eye each other over. Age is no real issue for me - albeit not a great fan when there's more on the bedside table than in bed. Michelle as she goes by looks young, but no "duh" teenager - maybe college or university age. She's bright, has a fun voice, soft long hair with clean curls and she goes to the gym. She is no 'spinner' but here is the rub, gentlemen. Finding talent in the basement or the attic is never easy - especially if too many previous tenants have left the "spaces" more open that I like. My boys like a tight squeeze for reasons you can likely imagine so, give me narrow warm places over wet, sloppy warehouses anytime.
No music, a candle flickers nearby and we chat for a bit. She's nice. This could be a girlfriend - no halloween make-up or burn cigarette with a 4-inch ash hanging from cracked lips. Hers look full, soft and almost electric. She brushes her the tip of her tongue across her lips in conversation and they glisten. Nice. Totally natural. Real sexy.
She quickly and professionally gives me options - I have to fly economy because money is as tight as what I hope will follow - Did I jip myself? Will she only offer premium service in first-class?
In a flash she's down in front of me, looking seductive and hungry. Mrs. Johnson and the twins soon make their appearance and what follows....oh myyyyyyy, can you tell when someone loves what she does for a living. She deserves a hand because she opts to avoid hers - this is pure, 100% real, hands-off, full concentrated sexual energy focused through pulsing lips and a darting tongue that seems alive all on its own.
slow, smooth, full and deep. She got my full attention but it's gone again, then back again. No jack-hammer, no let's get this over with...but the pressure, outside and inside slow builds without a rush teetering on the edge of I can't hold out much longer, it ends like the best ride you ever lined up for at Canada's wonderland - you hot, spicy blood rushing through your veins, breathing heavy, wondering what just happened because all the red juice that usually powers your brain left the building.
Call her Mrs. Maxwell House - good to the last drop or Ms. Viagra because I kid you not, boys, I was hard the next morning over this one and they warn you on the box, see your doctor if your erection lasts for 4 hours or more.
Using a professional wet-nap - watch it, it's a little cold she warns me, smiling sheepishly with bedroom eyes that make it all seem like I did her the favour. We end in quiet conversation as I regain my wits. What a lovely treasure.
Oh...I got lost in the memories but I must mention her mammaries. She wore something tight and low cut so the view was on again, off again of two firm, ripe, garbonza mellons that swung and teased me until I reached own and caressed the left one with my right hand. No plastic here - just excited, soft yet heavy globes of milky delight.
I am always afraid of trying out something new and facing regret along with a wad of lost cash.
Wanta lose your wad but feel like you made a great deal for a change? Be afraid of missing out on Michelle because she's the real deal.
Finally, when I write a good review someone out there always thinks - sheesh this has gotta be a shill. So let's be clear. When I get crap I spread it around so much you could grow mushrooms, ok. I drove a long way to see her and it was worth it. I like to visit a club beforehand for visuals and maybe even a few dances if I can afford it and locomotion, an old haunt was simply awful. Pickering angels can be good or bad, depending on who is there and tugging sometimes gets me nowhere - and then there's a temporary hotel stop at twice the price for 30 minutes of wam-bam, you paid for the time, get your skinny ass and thing outa here, flim-flam.
So I tell em as I see em and they looke good, felt even better and Michelle should become a speed dial for anyone looking to feel wanted, devoured and consumated.
