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So, I fucked up again. I went off the beaten path and TOFTT. As you can imagine it went oh so well. But its not totally my fault! The original SP I was supposed to see had a communication issue with her ad. She was in Mississauga and the ad said Durham, but I only found that out when I was at the location waiting for the final directions. Doh.
My cover story for the evening was rock solid, the first time in ages! I wasn't going to pass up this opportunity, but my phone battery was almost dead so I had to make it quick. I did some browsing on backpage, called a ton of SP's and got no answer, voice mail or straight up costumer unavailable. With the battery down in its last legs I finally get a hit. A petite red head vixen, the pictures are of course a single face shot and random shots of her mid section so at least I know she doesn't have a big belly hiding there. I call and decide to take the plunge, full hour since my cover story is designed for it. I call, get the menu and donation, gfe safe no greek. Pretty basic stuff plus little head is getting impatient and the clock is ticking.
Upon entering the very dark room with some crappy movie on the TV playing really loud I find my vixen, hilariously shorter then me and couldn't tell hair or eye colour with the lights being so low. I can however instantly tell she is absolutely not the face in the picture (obviously, such a dumbass to even think it). The bathroom door is closed with the light on which I noticed right away, spidey sense is going batshit. She tells me her girlfriend is in the bathroom as they are sharing the hotel room while they are in town, if I want to shower she can come out while I go in.
The moment of truth. Months of planning to get a Sunday evening to myself with every aspect of my cover story rock fucking solid. Do I partake and see what happens, or do I pop the dead bolt off the door and run? Yep I made the wrong choice. In we go!
Tessa, as her name is at the moment is nice enough. There minimal pleasantries which is a turn off for me. I love being able to have a conversation before the business starts. Tell a joke, laugh about the weather, make fun of leaf fans for still being leaf fans. Nope, none of that. So we lose the clothes and I'm greeted by a belly, the pictures are old. Something doesn't quite fit right with the belly though, the rest of her body is proportionate and yet there is a random belly. The spidey sense again tries to shake my big head back to reality but no luck.
I go in for the kill only to find out LFK/DFK are not on her GFE menu. Ok fair enough. On goes the cover for the cbj which actually wasn't to bad. I'm not a fan of CBJ's at all but she gets points for having decent technique. After awhile of that, I ask for some 69. Nope, she doesn't like doing it. Ok fine, off to DATY I go. Nope, she doesn't even let boyfriends do DATY and gives me some spiel about how she doesn't want to make me feel uncomfortable because she would be uncomfortable. Spidey sense is doing cart wheels trying to smack my brain back into action and its starting to work. The wheels are turning, smoke is starting to puff out of my ears. As I lay there between her legs with my head resting on her belly (I was still pondering that one) I plainly asked what was I supposed to do for an hour? She suggests more CBJ so off we go to the edge of the bed. She's off the bed so as to keep my from touching or playing with anything I assume. The spidey sense kicked me pretty hard so I politely asked for a down grade to the HH and she thankfully agrees.
A few minutes pass, (I based it on scene changes in the shitty movie that was on TV) I ask to get the main even started. First up, doggy. (Disclaimer - I'm not being mean when I say this, its just my review so don't kill me.) She must of used way to much lube while she was getting ready before I got there and she must of had a bunch of clients before me or she is really loose because there was zero friction. Hot dog in a hall way of KY. I usually have some moves to throw down to create some friction with down force but nope, the lube destroyed any chance of that. Switch to mish! During the switch I take the time to get my lips on her perky nipples only to have her gasp in surprise/horror and push my head away a little. Nope, she doesn't like any nipple play. Mish was about as uneventful as it can get. Fake noise, zero fun. I closed my eyes and thought of anything that I could to finish but it wasn't happening, I'm not a magician that can make the end happen with zero friction and happy thoughts.
After a few more minutes I call it. I tell her this isn't working and I'm heading out.
As I was puttering along the highway trying to think of things to make me happy so I didn't look miserable when I got home I started thinking about the belly and the no-go breasts. I'm almost certain she is pregnant. It all makes perfect sense; She didn't even like it when I kissed/touched her belly while working my way around during hilariously awful attempts at foreplay and in my experience with civilian women that means there is something inside that belly she doesn't want touched.
TOFTT crash and burn. If I had more battery life or I had ton my research at home I would of image searched her and found the face pic was 100% and flagged it as a hell no. Plus I would of raided terb to find a review and saved myself the hassle, but as I said battery was kaput. Sad sad night, I should of just sucked it up and had a nap in my car till my cover story ended.
Also throwing it out there, her girlfriend is probably SEXY¡ Seductive BLONDE bombshell!¡ Apple Bottom ASS *petite* - 19 5622 . They have the same locations and very similar ads. Best to avoid them both.
So, I fucked up again. I went off the beaten path and TOFTT. As you can imagine it went oh so well. But its not totally my fault! The original SP I was supposed to see had a communication issue with her ad. She was in Mississauga and the ad said Durham, but I only found that out when I was at the location waiting for the final directions. Doh.
My cover story for the evening was rock solid, the first time in ages! I wasn't going to pass up this opportunity, but my phone battery was almost dead so I had to make it quick. I did some browsing on backpage, called a ton of SP's and got no answer, voice mail or straight up costumer unavailable. With the battery down in its last legs I finally get a hit. A petite red head vixen, the pictures are of course a single face shot and random shots of her mid section so at least I know she doesn't have a big belly hiding there. I call and decide to take the plunge, full hour since my cover story is designed for it. I call, get the menu and donation, gfe safe no greek. Pretty basic stuff plus little head is getting impatient and the clock is ticking.
Upon entering the very dark room with some crappy movie on the TV playing really loud I find my vixen, hilariously shorter then me and couldn't tell hair or eye colour with the lights being so low. I can however instantly tell she is absolutely not the face in the picture (obviously, such a dumbass to even think it). The bathroom door is closed with the light on which I noticed right away, spidey sense is going batshit. She tells me her girlfriend is in the bathroom as they are sharing the hotel room while they are in town, if I want to shower she can come out while I go in.
The moment of truth. Months of planning to get a Sunday evening to myself with every aspect of my cover story rock fucking solid. Do I partake and see what happens, or do I pop the dead bolt off the door and run? Yep I made the wrong choice. In we go!
Tessa, as her name is at the moment is nice enough. There minimal pleasantries which is a turn off for me. I love being able to have a conversation before the business starts. Tell a joke, laugh about the weather, make fun of leaf fans for still being leaf fans. Nope, none of that. So we lose the clothes and I'm greeted by a belly, the pictures are old. Something doesn't quite fit right with the belly though, the rest of her body is proportionate and yet there is a random belly. The spidey sense again tries to shake my big head back to reality but no luck.
I go in for the kill only to find out LFK/DFK are not on her GFE menu. Ok fair enough. On goes the cover for the cbj which actually wasn't to bad. I'm not a fan of CBJ's at all but she gets points for having decent technique. After awhile of that, I ask for some 69. Nope, she doesn't like doing it. Ok fine, off to DATY I go. Nope, she doesn't even let boyfriends do DATY and gives me some spiel about how she doesn't want to make me feel uncomfortable because she would be uncomfortable. Spidey sense is doing cart wheels trying to smack my brain back into action and its starting to work. The wheels are turning, smoke is starting to puff out of my ears. As I lay there between her legs with my head resting on her belly (I was still pondering that one) I plainly asked what was I supposed to do for an hour? She suggests more CBJ so off we go to the edge of the bed. She's off the bed so as to keep my from touching or playing with anything I assume. The spidey sense kicked me pretty hard so I politely asked for a down grade to the HH and she thankfully agrees.
A few minutes pass, (I based it on scene changes in the shitty movie that was on TV) I ask to get the main even started. First up, doggy. (Disclaimer - I'm not being mean when I say this, its just my review so don't kill me.) She must of used way to much lube while she was getting ready before I got there and she must of had a bunch of clients before me or she is really loose because there was zero friction. Hot dog in a hall way of KY. I usually have some moves to throw down to create some friction with down force but nope, the lube destroyed any chance of that. Switch to mish! During the switch I take the time to get my lips on her perky nipples only to have her gasp in surprise/horror and push my head away a little. Nope, she doesn't like any nipple play. Mish was about as uneventful as it can get. Fake noise, zero fun. I closed my eyes and thought of anything that I could to finish but it wasn't happening, I'm not a magician that can make the end happen with zero friction and happy thoughts.
After a few more minutes I call it. I tell her this isn't working and I'm heading out.
As I was puttering along the highway trying to think of things to make me happy so I didn't look miserable when I got home I started thinking about the belly and the no-go breasts. I'm almost certain she is pregnant. It all makes perfect sense; She didn't even like it when I kissed/touched her belly while working my way around during hilariously awful attempts at foreplay and in my experience with civilian women that means there is something inside that belly she doesn't want touched.
TOFTT crash and burn. If I had more battery life or I had ton my research at home I would of image searched her and found the face pic was 100% and flagged it as a hell no. Plus I would of raided terb to find a review and saved myself the hassle, but as I said battery was kaput. Sad sad night, I should of just sucked it up and had a nap in my car till my cover story ended.
Also throwing it out there, her girlfriend is probably SEXY¡ Seductive BLONDE bombshell!¡ Apple Bottom ASS *petite* - 19 5622 . They have the same locations and very similar ads. Best to avoid them both.
