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So I bit at the email I am sure all of you received for the $30 off a visit to the recommended agancy at a 2HotNSexy web site. Sometimes the little head is just too overwhelming.
Chatted with the overworked woman answering calls, settled on a petite Quebecoise named Stephanie who was assuredly very cute, and a very open minded GFE. As for dealing with the agancy, what can you say after such a brief interaction, I am sure she read what was on the cards in front of her. She failed to call and give me a heads up a few minutes before arriving so I could put away my work (I got a room or the outcall), but it's a minor thing, and maybe that was up to the driver. So a 7 on the agency.
There's the knock, in walks Stephainie. As advertised, 5-5ish, petite, quebecoise. We chat a bit in French, but she keeps defaulting to warp 9 French, and my vocab can't fill in all the holes. GND, very nice bod, big braces. A little questioning, and seems kissing and bbbj and daty are all on the menu, no cim. I suggest I am looking for a sensual and slow kind of encounter, sure thing she says! Ok, no real reason to send her off, but messages from the big head were being overruled by the little one. One hour is $260 with these folks, 2 hours $400, which is what I chose. She takes $400, and hands it to the driver who has apparently been waiting in the hall! I am about to throw myself in the way as I am picturing Stephanie and my $400 leave the room, when I see her purse still on the bed and figure she is not bolting. She did not bolt.
So we get on the bed to chat, and she quickly asks if I am good with a routine of blowjob for cum #1, and the fuck for #2. Taken aback by her version of a nice slow and sensual start, I agree to this plan. But she has only one condom (if big head was working, the quick math would have concluded that one was probably going to be enough). So she asks me to go to the lobby and get some from a machine. Big head finally kicks in and sees a flaw with me abandoning the room to her with company laptop, personal iPad, 2 blackberries and the remaining $1000 of play money packed up in the room for easy withdrawal. I suggest she get them. No, I dont wanna. Well come with me then. Well its gonna look pretty obvious what the hell is going on if I go with you. Big head sticks by the guns, even in the face of her cute smile and gentle sounds, and eventually we both trek out of the room on search of condoms (which in the end were not even needed). She sits on the floor outside the room, I have the only room key, and off I go. Change from the front desk, and the moron who stocks the machine puts the price of the condoms in front of the locational information on what to dial to drop the condoms. I try the logic of the numbers of the neighbouring slots, but this is not helpful and nets me a coffee crisp. Not a good condom substitute, but something to chew on while I mull this over. Mulling did not get me to the point of appreciating that I would not need them anyway. More change, and bingo, lucky guess nets me a fine package of three of Durex's best.
So back to the room, where Stephanie is still sitting in the hallway. She is good about it all, I feel like a heel but feel justified.
Back to the bed, some disrobing. Kissing, no tongue. Not at all. Kissing will be super puckered up lips, and three quick pecks. Kissing is done. Oh well, maybe I can enjoy this lovely body and smooth 21 yr old skin. Caresses and kisses along her belly and thighs elicit a chorus of giggles and stop that and that tickles and I cant stand it. Hmmmmm, ok, the blow job then. Many questions about how clean I am. I assure I am recently tested and sparkling. I get a vigorous wipedown with a cloth nevertheless, and see the careful eyeing on any precum. She pumps for a moments with her hand. Perhaps in your mouth I suggest? She agrees. One two three (seems to be her number) and more hand work. Hmmmm, let's try to this way, maybe slower, maybe pause there, and we finally start to get somewhere. Until I touch her thighs again and the giggles start again. And her phone buzzes and up she goes to check it out. Geez.
Ok daty, maybe I can entertain myself. Well that's extra. Crikey! Extra? french back and forth which I don't quite get, and her usual $100 for this will be knocked down to $50, and I am assured this is a ticket good for the full 2 hours. Well, 2 times she says. 2? (Her number is now getting disappointingly lower). 2 hours, 2 shots. Huh? Well these are the agency rules. Well the agency isn't here, it's just us, and I won't tell on you. Well the driver is here. Here??? Well out there. Well how is he gonna know, again, I won't tell. Well he's crazy and he enforces the rule. (I am baffled too, but clearly futile to proceed). Ok, 2 shots. And she tells me we have to finish soon because she has a couple booked right after. (Poor couple, I bet they were looking forward to their threesome experience, only for me to witness Stephanie's expression of absolute displeasure at the thought of having to go down on a woman. More happy customers waiting to be lost.)
The daty turns out to be quite nice, somewhat vocal, she even gets some of her small muscles to move to simulate something, but I was ok with the charade. Little more sucking and a chest release which gets partially facial (I mean, how can you be surprised when the business end is all of 6 inches away from your face???, and you're the one holding and pointing it?).
Relaxing time, she showers (inneffectually, seems some of my cum on her chest will make it to the threesome) and comes back to the bed. I play with her for a while (many giggles, except when she is texting, what the hell is it with this generation). Some unremarkable screwing later when things gets empowered again, and she is off for one last rinse, ..... Oh wasn't that wonderful, and I really hope I see you again sometime!
Agency - 7.0
Face - GND 7.0 (but no adjustment for massive braces, make your own)
Body - 8.5 (as advertised, fit, trim, lovely skin, perky B's)(no on line pics)
Service - 5.0
Repeat - unlikely
Apparently she works for the same agency in Montreal. Is service like this still even tolerated in Montreal????? She could not recall the name of the Montreal agency. Speaking with her was mostly useless.
I am finding it harder and harder to get well laid lately. Choices like this are not helping. Stupid little head.
Chatted with the overworked woman answering calls, settled on a petite Quebecoise named Stephanie who was assuredly very cute, and a very open minded GFE. As for dealing with the agancy, what can you say after such a brief interaction, I am sure she read what was on the cards in front of her. She failed to call and give me a heads up a few minutes before arriving so I could put away my work (I got a room or the outcall), but it's a minor thing, and maybe that was up to the driver. So a 7 on the agency.
There's the knock, in walks Stephainie. As advertised, 5-5ish, petite, quebecoise. We chat a bit in French, but she keeps defaulting to warp 9 French, and my vocab can't fill in all the holes. GND, very nice bod, big braces. A little questioning, and seems kissing and bbbj and daty are all on the menu, no cim. I suggest I am looking for a sensual and slow kind of encounter, sure thing she says! Ok, no real reason to send her off, but messages from the big head were being overruled by the little one. One hour is $260 with these folks, 2 hours $400, which is what I chose. She takes $400, and hands it to the driver who has apparently been waiting in the hall! I am about to throw myself in the way as I am picturing Stephanie and my $400 leave the room, when I see her purse still on the bed and figure she is not bolting. She did not bolt.
So we get on the bed to chat, and she quickly asks if I am good with a routine of blowjob for cum #1, and the fuck for #2. Taken aback by her version of a nice slow and sensual start, I agree to this plan. But she has only one condom (if big head was working, the quick math would have concluded that one was probably going to be enough). So she asks me to go to the lobby and get some from a machine. Big head finally kicks in and sees a flaw with me abandoning the room to her with company laptop, personal iPad, 2 blackberries and the remaining $1000 of play money packed up in the room for easy withdrawal. I suggest she get them. No, I dont wanna. Well come with me then. Well its gonna look pretty obvious what the hell is going on if I go with you. Big head sticks by the guns, even in the face of her cute smile and gentle sounds, and eventually we both trek out of the room on search of condoms (which in the end were not even needed). She sits on the floor outside the room, I have the only room key, and off I go. Change from the front desk, and the moron who stocks the machine puts the price of the condoms in front of the locational information on what to dial to drop the condoms. I try the logic of the numbers of the neighbouring slots, but this is not helpful and nets me a coffee crisp. Not a good condom substitute, but something to chew on while I mull this over. Mulling did not get me to the point of appreciating that I would not need them anyway. More change, and bingo, lucky guess nets me a fine package of three of Durex's best.
So back to the room, where Stephanie is still sitting in the hallway. She is good about it all, I feel like a heel but feel justified.
Back to the bed, some disrobing. Kissing, no tongue. Not at all. Kissing will be super puckered up lips, and three quick pecks. Kissing is done. Oh well, maybe I can enjoy this lovely body and smooth 21 yr old skin. Caresses and kisses along her belly and thighs elicit a chorus of giggles and stop that and that tickles and I cant stand it. Hmmmmm, ok, the blow job then. Many questions about how clean I am. I assure I am recently tested and sparkling. I get a vigorous wipedown with a cloth nevertheless, and see the careful eyeing on any precum. She pumps for a moments with her hand. Perhaps in your mouth I suggest? She agrees. One two three (seems to be her number) and more hand work. Hmmmm, let's try to this way, maybe slower, maybe pause there, and we finally start to get somewhere. Until I touch her thighs again and the giggles start again. And her phone buzzes and up she goes to check it out. Geez.
Ok daty, maybe I can entertain myself. Well that's extra. Crikey! Extra? french back and forth which I don't quite get, and her usual $100 for this will be knocked down to $50, and I am assured this is a ticket good for the full 2 hours. Well, 2 times she says. 2? (Her number is now getting disappointingly lower). 2 hours, 2 shots. Huh? Well these are the agency rules. Well the agency isn't here, it's just us, and I won't tell on you. Well the driver is here. Here??? Well out there. Well how is he gonna know, again, I won't tell. Well he's crazy and he enforces the rule. (I am baffled too, but clearly futile to proceed). Ok, 2 shots. And she tells me we have to finish soon because she has a couple booked right after. (Poor couple, I bet they were looking forward to their threesome experience, only for me to witness Stephanie's expression of absolute displeasure at the thought of having to go down on a woman. More happy customers waiting to be lost.)
The daty turns out to be quite nice, somewhat vocal, she even gets some of her small muscles to move to simulate something, but I was ok with the charade. Little more sucking and a chest release which gets partially facial (I mean, how can you be surprised when the business end is all of 6 inches away from your face???, and you're the one holding and pointing it?).
Relaxing time, she showers (inneffectually, seems some of my cum on her chest will make it to the threesome) and comes back to the bed. I play with her for a while (many giggles, except when she is texting, what the hell is it with this generation). Some unremarkable screwing later when things gets empowered again, and she is off for one last rinse, ..... Oh wasn't that wonderful, and I really hope I see you again sometime!
Agency - 7.0
Face - GND 7.0 (but no adjustment for massive braces, make your own)
Body - 8.5 (as advertised, fit, trim, lovely skin, perky B's)(no on line pics)
Service - 5.0
Repeat - unlikely
Apparently she works for the same agency in Montreal. Is service like this still even tolerated in Montreal????? She could not recall the name of the Montreal agency. Speaking with her was mostly useless.
I am finding it harder and harder to get well laid lately. Choices like this are not helping. Stupid little head.
