junebug493
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Add in the back of the Now magazine offering prostate massage thought hell why not, past girlfrds had "milked the prostate" and hey its a charge when you you blast one off. Called and found her very nice to chat to, claims she has been doing this for the past 17 years and claimed to be one of the best with a repeat clientel.
Location is an apartment in the area of Birchmount and Eglinton area, yes I know for all that know this area it is the shits of Scarborough and the building wasn't much better. The scene of a murder or two I am sure has happened in this place. Trecked up the stairs as the elevator didnt seem safe and didn't want to be caught in the line of fire of a bad drug deal. Made up safely and found the apartment. Door opened and to my surprise she is the older age range but hey I am open to new things and this would have been a first with a lady of her maturity at 60.
At first I thought she must/could have been a knock out in her twenties, as she is rather slim and has DD or DDD breasts. Second thoughts came into my head but the other head took over the thinking for all of us after that, I decided to stay. The apartment is riddled with cats (who curiously look on at the happenings) a small dog that might take your finger off or naw on your ankles and the usual smell of animals in general, not really the setting for trying to be sexy or stimulate the customer.
The massage table was un-folded out (I helped out on that 2) and a old blanket and pillow was spralled out over it, which I am sure has scene better days. As I layed on my stomach wondering WTF I was doing, with cats watching me and CP24 on the TV, she proceeded to place the rubber gloves on like a doctor going into surgery. The massage itself was pathetic to say the least, no oil and the smell of rubber gloves grinding across my skin, really did nothing for me. The main menu she lubed me up and slide one finger in and massage the prostate till I had to make myself cum as the gloves were not cutting it. I came on a towel which in turn she cleaned off and let me wipe my hands with afterwards, for god sakes it still had my juice on it.
To sum it up, the location is awful, the massage was terrible BUT I must say she did know how to work the prostate when I was blowing. Recomendation? mmmm maybe if she put a porn on the TV rather the CP24, put something sexier on other then tank top and track pants other then that I would not go back. There are others advertising with the same service, so variety is the spice of life.
Massage: 1/10
Prostate Massage 8ish/10
Location: 0/10
Damage: 60 (80 if you want to feel her cans)
Repeat: nadda
Location is an apartment in the area of Birchmount and Eglinton area, yes I know for all that know this area it is the shits of Scarborough and the building wasn't much better. The scene of a murder or two I am sure has happened in this place. Trecked up the stairs as the elevator didnt seem safe and didn't want to be caught in the line of fire of a bad drug deal. Made up safely and found the apartment. Door opened and to my surprise she is the older age range but hey I am open to new things and this would have been a first with a lady of her maturity at 60.
At first I thought she must/could have been a knock out in her twenties, as she is rather slim and has DD or DDD breasts. Second thoughts came into my head but the other head took over the thinking for all of us after that, I decided to stay. The apartment is riddled with cats (who curiously look on at the happenings) a small dog that might take your finger off or naw on your ankles and the usual smell of animals in general, not really the setting for trying to be sexy or stimulate the customer.
The massage table was un-folded out (I helped out on that 2) and a old blanket and pillow was spralled out over it, which I am sure has scene better days. As I layed on my stomach wondering WTF I was doing, with cats watching me and CP24 on the TV, she proceeded to place the rubber gloves on like a doctor going into surgery. The massage itself was pathetic to say the least, no oil and the smell of rubber gloves grinding across my skin, really did nothing for me. The main menu she lubed me up and slide one finger in and massage the prostate till I had to make myself cum as the gloves were not cutting it. I came on a towel which in turn she cleaned off and let me wipe my hands with afterwards, for god sakes it still had my juice on it.
To sum it up, the location is awful, the massage was terrible BUT I must say she did know how to work the prostate when I was blowing. Recomendation? mmmm maybe if she put a porn on the TV rather the CP24, put something sexier on other then tank top and track pants other then that I would not go back. There are others advertising with the same service, so variety is the spice of life.
Massage: 1/10
Prostate Massage 8ish/10
Location: 0/10
Damage: 60 (80 if you want to feel her cans)
Repeat: nadda