Pompal 09.
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On my last day in the fair city of Montreal... I decided to visit my previously favourite mp for some R&R. The mps in Mtl (and this one in particular) offers excellent rmt type massages and the mpas are typically quite attractive. Hence imagine my disappointment when the only girl on duty is someone who is dressed like a grocery clerk & is clearly pushing twice my age. But it was 2 hours to my ride out of Mtl and I was really short any other options... So i stayed.
She asks in broken english whether i spoke mandarin... and not desiring further conversation... I told her no. The massage was excellent... but i was fairly turned off and was not about to ask her for ANY extras (including hj)... About 45 minutes into the massage tho... she asked me to flip. In her broken english... she starts to tell me a story about how she has a client who is divorced... who comes to see her once a week... and how she understands that divorced man have needs... and how since he is a good man she satisfies those needs for him... and how i am a good man as well... etc and how wink wink nudge nudge do I get her point etc... and taking my silence for consent... she moved over and began covering my face with these "matronly" kisses. They were especially unnerving since her head was larger than mine and when she approached for a dip... all sources of light were blocked off.
And of course in the end... despite my misgivings... the south rose on its own and the deed was done.
Having hobbied for years... I had never been "pressured" into accepting any type of extras before... and now i feel slightly creeped out and more than a little disgusted... Will never visit THAT particular spa again anytime soon.
She asks in broken english whether i spoke mandarin... and not desiring further conversation... I told her no. The massage was excellent... but i was fairly turned off and was not about to ask her for ANY extras (including hj)... About 45 minutes into the massage tho... she asked me to flip. In her broken english... she starts to tell me a story about how she has a client who is divorced... who comes to see her once a week... and how she understands that divorced man have needs... and how since he is a good man she satisfies those needs for him... and how i am a good man as well... etc and how wink wink nudge nudge do I get her point etc... and taking my silence for consent... she moved over and began covering my face with these "matronly" kisses. They were especially unnerving since her head was larger than mine and when she approached for a dip... all sources of light were blocked off.
And of course in the end... despite my misgivings... the south rose on its own and the deed was done.
Having hobbied for years... I had never been "pressured" into accepting any type of extras before... and now i feel slightly creeped out and more than a little disgusted... Will never visit THAT particular spa again anytime soon.