I haven't been since they started serving penguins. Maybe they've upped their game in response to the competition. Maybe I should go and see if they match their competition just like a grocery store. BS then SF2 please!
Mei’s Spa (Burlington): Review of Cassie
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I agree with the service is better at Mei's and Z-one plus the location for Retreat is so out in the open. hard to sneak in and out of there.
I just head towards the barber shop, then make a deak over to the spa at the last minute
Would you call the barber shop decoy play...a "SHORT CUT?"
I'm always thinking about a back door move, but most girls
No, but with me it's plan B. I have a couple regulars that I see and they aren't at that spa.
OK, thanks. Have you seen and if so what was her service level?, she looks similar to Tina at Mei's ?
Gents, I’ve been away from the hobby for quite a few months with health issues (ruptured spleen and subsequent complications) but am largely back to good health now.
I’ve got an 11:00 session booked today at a spa in Markham (Reynaella) but should be passing through Burlington this afternoon, so I’m going to send Maggie a message to see if I can book a session at Mei’s.
Unless something changes, the girls working today are Yuki, Yoyo and Amy (Maggie is always listed but rarely sees clients in the room). Since I don’t think I’ve seen any of the gals, who would you like me to book and review??
I’ve got an 11:00 session booked today at a spa in Markham (Reynaella) but should be passing through Burlington this afternoon, so I’m going to send Maggie a message to see if I can book a session at Mei’s.
Unless something changes, the girls working today are Yuki, Yoyo and Amy (Maggie is always listed but rarely sees clients in the room). Since I don’t think I’ve seen any of the gals, who would you like me to book and review??
Glad you are feeling better. That must have been a rough go of it.
I've always been interested in visiting Mei's.
I don't care who you review, just make it an honest review.
I think there are reviews for Yuki and yoyo here or other board... I don't recall reviews for Amy.
So, to provide useful context, below you will find a review of Jessica, a wonderful young woman I spent 90 minutes (11:00-12:30) with at Reynaella Spa in Markham. Yes, it’s a bit geographically out of place here in the Hamilton/Burlington section, but in the second half of this post you should see why I’m including the review here.
This is it.
Jessica, my attendant during a 90-minute session on May 14 at Reynaella.
Prior to my arrival at the spa (driving from Eastern Ontario), I’d been texting back-and-forth with Ellen, and confidently believed I’d charmed her into personally being my attendant for the session. When I arrived and walked through the door, she welcomed me warmly, flirted, strolled with me arm-in-arm to a vacant room, and then, with a smile, told me that Jessica would be in to see me in just a few minutes, so I’d best get naked.
So back to remedial charm school for me.
But Jessica did not disappoint. Tall (I’d guess about 5’6” in flats), very slender (a glass of 1% skim milk has more fat than this girl), with long black hair. Facially attractive, with fine bone structure and sharply defined features. She wore a tight black skirt and blouse (until she didn’t), which is why I can tell you she’s got a firm set of Bs gravity has not yet attacked, a nicely trimmed cookie, ultra smooth skin, and nearly no ass. Jessica is a beautiful girl, but only a pencil would call her curvy. Legit measurements are probably 32B-22-32, and there’s no chance she breaks 105 on a bathroom scale.
I asked her a few questions and learned that she’s 32, has been in Canada for about 8 months, is new at the spa, and (oh lucky, lucky me!) studied massage in China before subsequently working in the field. Now, keep in mind that the words “Jessica told me” suggest we had a smooth conversation. We did not. On a scale of 1-10, the girl’s English-language speaking and listening skills are at best a 4, and that’s a charitable evaluation.
The massage portion of the session was excellent. Started draped, and within 60 seconds I knew this girl was highly trained. She spent a solid hour providing exactly what I’d asked Ella for, which is a very strong massage with skilled back walking. I’m not the only one who is often surprised by how much power some of these girls have, but usually we’re talking about the 4’11”/90 pound little fireplug types. Jessica, who is a fairly tall and super slim type, looks almost fragile, like a ballerina or rhythmic gymnast, and I absolutely did not anticipate the therapeutic part of the session to be nearly so good. I loved it and told her so. Absolutely first-rate techniques delivered by a well-schooled woman with an intuitive sense of what a body wants and needs. ZERO complaints. She worked hard for a solid 60 minutes, broke a sweat, and clearly takes genuine pride in her work.
The finish? Wonderful body slide, simulated (girl on top) intercourse between her thighs (Jessica was basically doing push-ups, and that little tush was tighter than a military bed sheet), daty and dato (clean and tasty), all of it unrushed. Solid++ hand finish, and despite the language barrier, she knew what I meant — and delivered — when I said “get it all out!”
As always, remember that YMMV.
She properly cleaned me up, took a thorough shower (I enjoyed watching, and can tell you that Jessica practices proper hygiene), and then we both got dressed, hugged, and said our goodbyes.
Now, I think everyone now knows the many positives of my session, which I’ve made quite clear. But Ella has a strong roster of experienced girls, so Jessica might not be the best choice for everyone. If you like a lithe girl with long Bambi legs, go for it. If you’re looking for easy conversation (in English) during the session, choose someone else. I know that a few of the ladies at Reynaella have well-earned reputations for their therapeutic massage skills, but as someone who has been hobbying for 40+ years, I’d be surprised if any of them are meaningfully better than Jessica. Training tells, and she’s got it.
Repeat? Yup, no hesitation. Damage? $90 for 90 minutes, $150 gratuity (yes, that’s a bit high, but I tend to index the tip to the length of the session, so a 90-minute session, in my view, warrants a larger tip — provided the girl earns it).
So now, on to the second half of this review … the parts not mentioned in the first half.
While travelling along the highway earlier in the morning, I was also texting back and forth with Maggie @ Mei’s to book a session. At least some of you know the drill: start by asking for a session with Maggie herself, sigh heavily when she says “No” for the 800th time, and then start exploring other options from the girls scheduled to work.
That did not happen. Maggie agreed to a 60 minute session with me, beginning at 1:30.
I staggered out of Reynaella, which is located just a few minutes off the 407 at Warden, at 12:40. GPS says I can get to Mei’s in 53 minutes … so it’s tight but doable if I lead foot it a bit.
I made it just barely on time (literally 1:28).
Maggie was dressed in a youthful, spring season denim outfit, complete with a jacket sporting colourful embroidery. This is possibly an age thing, but I find her an extremely attractive woman. Soft spoken, always fashionably elegant, owner of a set of big doe-eyes that I find irresistible. She is no spring chicken but clearly takes very good care of herself. We’ve sat and chatted in the small vestibule adjacent to the front counter several times after my sessions, at her insistence. She’s genuine.
Anyway, on 3-4 previous occasions at Mei’s, when the attendant scheduled to see me was not yet available, Maggie would come into the room and begin the session, though I do not think she ever spent more than 20 minutes before the booked girl took over. So I’d never had a full session, including a finish, with Maggie, though I’ve read on this site and others that she offers extremely limited mileage.
So our session began with Maggie providing a firm and skillful draped body rub, with lots of pressure in the right spots. If you’ve been with her before even for 10-15 minutes, you know that Maggie is very good and knows exactly what she’s doing. She was fully clothed — jeans and the aforementioned jacket — throughout. With about 20 minutes to go, she told me to flip over. She continued with the excellent massage — chest, thighs, abdomen — and to say that I was tenting severely understates the situation. Think that I’m Jack and this climbable beanstalk is growing from between my legs. Yeah, ok, maybe you shouldn’t go there (not that there’s anything wrong with that…).
This is when Maggie asked me if I wanted her to step outside and get one of the other girls to replace her for the last playtime.
Nope. I told her that I did NOT want a different girl and that I did not need her to get naked to have a satisfying finish. Simple happy ending would be A-OK with me.
This, unfortunately, is where things took an embarrassing turn for me.
Gents, I’ve not been physically well for months, and I’m legitimately only about 85-90% recovered from a string of medical setbacks. Jessica at Reynaella absolutely milked me like a bloated 5:00 a.m. Holstein just 2 hours earlier, and I hadn’t been with a woman in months and months.
So Maggie is working her hands magically, I am absolutely rock hard and enjoying every second and every stroke … in my mind, this is the woman I want touching me and bringing me off. Five minutes pass and she alters her technique, and it’s fantastic.
Another five minutes go by and she changes things up again, and it’s equally fantastic.
And again.
And again.
This went on until my 60 minute session was hitting the 75 minute mark, Maggie’s wrist was probably ready to seize up and her little fingers must have been numb.
And still, nothing. I’m Rock hard. Horny as a teenager who just discovered where mom and dad hide the KY. But not a single drop of jism. After close to 30 minutes of toe-curling manual stimulation that had me squirming, Maggie once more asked if I wanted her to get one of the other girls to swap out with her to finish me.
Jeezus. The girl thinks it’s HER fault.
I still declined the offer, told her that “sometimes, I don’t shoot, but that’s fine, I still had a great time.” In other words, I lied — never in my life have I been unable to shoot when the equipment is fully ready.
Who is to blame for this tragedy? Did I psych myself out over the unexpected opportunity for a session with Maggie? Was the impact of my recent medical woes (ruptured spleen) to blame? Or did the svelte and highly trained Jessica back at Reynaella steal ALL of my liquid mojo?
I left Mei’s like a dog with his tail between his legs. Never been so embarrassed as a hobbyist in 40+ years of visiting AMPs.
Someone asked for “an honest review.”
You got it.
This is it.
Jessica, my attendant during a 90-minute session on May 14 at Reynaella.
Prior to my arrival at the spa (driving from Eastern Ontario), I’d been texting back-and-forth with Ellen, and confidently believed I’d charmed her into personally being my attendant for the session. When I arrived and walked through the door, she welcomed me warmly, flirted, strolled with me arm-in-arm to a vacant room, and then, with a smile, told me that Jessica would be in to see me in just a few minutes, so I’d best get naked.
So back to remedial charm school for me.
But Jessica did not disappoint. Tall (I’d guess about 5’6” in flats), very slender (a glass of 1% skim milk has more fat than this girl), with long black hair. Facially attractive, with fine bone structure and sharply defined features. She wore a tight black skirt and blouse (until she didn’t), which is why I can tell you she’s got a firm set of Bs gravity has not yet attacked, a nicely trimmed cookie, ultra smooth skin, and nearly no ass. Jessica is a beautiful girl, but only a pencil would call her curvy. Legit measurements are probably 32B-22-32, and there’s no chance she breaks 105 on a bathroom scale.
I asked her a few questions and learned that she’s 32, has been in Canada for about 8 months, is new at the spa, and (oh lucky, lucky me!) studied massage in China before subsequently working in the field. Now, keep in mind that the words “Jessica told me” suggest we had a smooth conversation. We did not. On a scale of 1-10, the girl’s English-language speaking and listening skills are at best a 4, and that’s a charitable evaluation.
The massage portion of the session was excellent. Started draped, and within 60 seconds I knew this girl was highly trained. She spent a solid hour providing exactly what I’d asked Ella for, which is a very strong massage with skilled back walking. I’m not the only one who is often surprised by how much power some of these girls have, but usually we’re talking about the 4’11”/90 pound little fireplug types. Jessica, who is a fairly tall and super slim type, looks almost fragile, like a ballerina or rhythmic gymnast, and I absolutely did not anticipate the therapeutic part of the session to be nearly so good. I loved it and told her so. Absolutely first-rate techniques delivered by a well-schooled woman with an intuitive sense of what a body wants and needs. ZERO complaints. She worked hard for a solid 60 minutes, broke a sweat, and clearly takes genuine pride in her work.
The finish? Wonderful body slide, simulated (girl on top) intercourse between her thighs (Jessica was basically doing push-ups, and that little tush was tighter than a military bed sheet), daty and dato (clean and tasty), all of it unrushed. Solid++ hand finish, and despite the language barrier, she knew what I meant — and delivered — when I said “get it all out!”
As always, remember that YMMV.
She properly cleaned me up, took a thorough shower (I enjoyed watching, and can tell you that Jessica practices proper hygiene), and then we both got dressed, hugged, and said our goodbyes.
Now, I think everyone now knows the many positives of my session, which I’ve made quite clear. But Ella has a strong roster of experienced girls, so Jessica might not be the best choice for everyone. If you like a lithe girl with long Bambi legs, go for it. If you’re looking for easy conversation (in English) during the session, choose someone else. I know that a few of the ladies at Reynaella have well-earned reputations for their therapeutic massage skills, but as someone who has been hobbying for 40+ years, I’d be surprised if any of them are meaningfully better than Jessica. Training tells, and she’s got it.
Repeat? Yup, no hesitation. Damage? $90 for 90 minutes, $150 gratuity (yes, that’s a bit high, but I tend to index the tip to the length of the session, so a 90-minute session, in my view, warrants a larger tip — provided the girl earns it).
So now, on to the second half of this review … the parts not mentioned in the first half.
While travelling along the highway earlier in the morning, I was also texting back and forth with Maggie @ Mei’s to book a session. At least some of you know the drill: start by asking for a session with Maggie herself, sigh heavily when she says “No” for the 800th time, and then start exploring other options from the girls scheduled to work.
That did not happen. Maggie agreed to a 60 minute session with me, beginning at 1:30.
I staggered out of Reynaella, which is located just a few minutes off the 407 at Warden, at 12:40. GPS says I can get to Mei’s in 53 minutes … so it’s tight but doable if I lead foot it a bit.
I made it just barely on time (literally 1:28).
Maggie was dressed in a youthful, spring season denim outfit, complete with a jacket sporting colourful embroidery. This is possibly an age thing, but I find her an extremely attractive woman. Soft spoken, always fashionably elegant, owner of a set of big doe-eyes that I find irresistible. She is no spring chicken but clearly takes very good care of herself. We’ve sat and chatted in the small vestibule adjacent to the front counter several times after my sessions, at her insistence. She’s genuine.
Anyway, on 3-4 previous occasions at Mei’s, when the attendant scheduled to see me was not yet available, Maggie would come into the room and begin the session, though I do not think she ever spent more than 20 minutes before the booked girl took over. So I’d never had a full session, including a finish, with Maggie, though I’ve read on this site and others that she offers extremely limited mileage.
So our session began with Maggie providing a firm and skillful draped body rub, with lots of pressure in the right spots. If you’ve been with her before even for 10-15 minutes, you know that Maggie is very good and knows exactly what she’s doing. She was fully clothed — jeans and the aforementioned jacket — throughout. With about 20 minutes to go, she told me to flip over. She continued with the excellent massage — chest, thighs, abdomen — and to say that I was tenting severely understates the situation. Think that I’m Jack and this climbable beanstalk is growing from between my legs. Yeah, ok, maybe you shouldn’t go there (not that there’s anything wrong with that…).
This is when Maggie asked me if I wanted her to step outside and get one of the other girls to replace her for the last playtime.
Nope. I told her that I did NOT want a different girl and that I did not need her to get naked to have a satisfying finish. Simple happy ending would be A-OK with me.
This, unfortunately, is where things took an embarrassing turn for me.
Gents, I’ve not been physically well for months, and I’m legitimately only about 85-90% recovered from a string of medical setbacks. Jessica at Reynaella absolutely milked me like a bloated 5:00 a.m. Holstein just 2 hours earlier, and I hadn’t been with a woman in months and months.
So Maggie is working her hands magically, I am absolutely rock hard and enjoying every second and every stroke … in my mind, this is the woman I want touching me and bringing me off. Five minutes pass and she alters her technique, and it’s fantastic.
Another five minutes go by and she changes things up again, and it’s equally fantastic.
And again.
And again.
This went on until my 60 minute session was hitting the 75 minute mark, Maggie’s wrist was probably ready to seize up and her little fingers must have been numb.
And still, nothing. I’m Rock hard. Horny as a teenager who just discovered where mom and dad hide the KY. But not a single drop of jism. After close to 30 minutes of toe-curling manual stimulation that had me squirming, Maggie once more asked if I wanted her to get one of the other girls to swap out with her to finish me.
Jeezus. The girl thinks it’s HER fault.
I still declined the offer, told her that “sometimes, I don’t shoot, but that’s fine, I still had a great time.” In other words, I lied — never in my life have I been unable to shoot when the equipment is fully ready.
Who is to blame for this tragedy? Did I psych myself out over the unexpected opportunity for a session with Maggie? Was the impact of my recent medical woes (ruptured spleen) to blame? Or did the svelte and highly trained Jessica back at Reynaella steal ALL of my liquid mojo?
I left Mei’s like a dog with his tail between his legs. Never been so embarrassed as a hobbyist in 40+ years of visiting AMPs.
Someone asked for “an honest review.”
You got it.
Tragic story. You got the rare gift of a full session with Maggie and couldn’t close the deal. May never happen again. (Just teasing ya).
I like you, like Maggie’s look and how she treats me, and would probably forgo any naked fun, just for a complete session. Hopefully you can get a rain check when you are fully recharged. Like you over the years I’ve found my orgasms are quite a bit stronger, at the cost of often being unable to achieve a second within a short interval. I think also the pressure that gets in your mind when you are wishing you could cum, leads to more difficultly and further sabotages things. The only times in life I’ve had troubles finishing is when im rushed, feel pressure to cum or stressed (with the exception of a medication I used to take also causing trouble).
One technique that has helped sometimes to get past the finish line is to stop, go back to some less sexual but still sensual stuff that doesn’t involved your cock (eg massage, kissing, daty etc whatever is appropriate given the situation) and then try the build up again in several minutes. Tho at the MP you do have a finite time constraint.
Often she will feel it’s her fault too, I remind them that I wouldn’t still be rock hard if I wasn’t enjoying it
Well I am one of those guys that booked a lady and Maggie screwed up the booking and give me a full 50 mins message.
Despite leaving the room a couple of times and apply a 1 hand massage while the other hand was working the texting, she even answer the phone call with John while she was was rubbing my butt. I must say that her massage skill is up there with the best.
I knew she was there for the massage while waiting for the girl I booked. So I did not get to see the Holly grail and kept my hands away from her butt and breast. I was trying to be a gentlement which I now regret.
She did give me a couple of minutes of tease and compliments which boost my ego.
I will always wonder how a full session would be like with her but I have no hope it will happen ever.
Despite leaving the room a couple of times and apply a 1 hand massage while the other hand was working the texting, she even answer the phone call with John while she was was rubbing my butt. I must say that her massage skill is up there with the best.
I knew she was there for the massage while waiting for the girl I booked. So I did not get to see the Holly grail and kept my hands away from her butt and breast. I was trying to be a gentlement which I now regret.
She did give me a couple of minutes of tease and compliments which boost my ego.
I will always wonder how a full session would be like with her but I have no hope it will happen ever.
