Warning; reader discretion is advised. This review covers only the letters R&T, HJ. Those readers who require more letters of the alphabet to pique their interest may become terminally bored.
A few weeks back I found myself at Park Royal with no vehicle, facing a wait of several hours. I did have a shopping list, but not enough to fill the time. I remembered reading a review or two about Zara near Park Royal. I looked up her number in the GS (you can too) and phoned. She was pleasant on the phone. She started out telling me about a massage plus FS. I told her I wanted a one-hour R&T only. She quoted $.20. I asked if I could head on over. She said she had somebody booked. Said she wasn't sure if he'd show up, so I might try phoning back. I did so. Other guy hadn't arrived but had called, so I decided it was a lost cause.
I went off and did my shopping. Didn't take long for boredom to set in, so after an hour or so, I called again. She was free. I headed on over.
As I stood at the doorway of her apartment, waiting for the door to open, I wondered to myself if I was the first new client to ever show up at her door carrying a 5-foot weed-eater. I'd been shopping, remember. I half expected that she wouldn't let me in. As it turned out, she didn't bat an eye. I wonder how many of her clients bring large yard tools to the session?
I remember her as rather tall, fairly slender, fair haired, pleasant looking. We had the usual brief ritual chat. I got undressed to head for the shower. She looked at me and told me I looked very naked. What to make of that comment?
When I came out of the shower, her dog was trying to tear open the box with the weed-eater. We stuck it (the weed-eater, not the dog) in the bathroom and closed the door.
Into the bedroom, where she had a massage table set up. I laid face-down and off we went. She told me she studied acupressure, and I guess that's what she was doing. I don't really know what acupressure is supposed to be like, but it didn't do that much for me. She asked if I wanted a hard massage, and I said yes, but it didn't really feel all that hard.
The flip came pretty soon, I thought. A bit of Russian, and then she started to get ready for a cbj. I didn't want that, but for those who like it (every other guy on eforum.xxx, perhaps), I guess it's available. She started working on the HJ. By this time her panties were off and she was kind of sitting on me, rubbing up and down my leg. It was OK. The dog was chasing her panties around on the bed. Whenever he caught them, he'd chew on them, but they'd always escape again. A fun time was being had by all, apparently, so I came.
Showered, got dressed, and was ready to leave. The whole session had been well under the hour. She wasn't pushing me out the door, but I kind of lost interest after the event, though the dog was still having a fine time. To my surprise, she actually offered to refund part of my money, because of the short time. That was rather sweet. I didn't take it.
Zara is quite chatty, and the topics of her conversation were kind of wierd for the circumstances. Church, sin, her parents, stuff like that. On the other hand, given the manner of my arrival, the wierdness wasn't all on her side.
Would I repeat. Yes, if I find myself nearby with time on my hands. But I probably wouldn't drive across town to see her. I'm really into the massage, and hers wasn't that great for me.
A few weeks back I found myself at Park Royal with no vehicle, facing a wait of several hours. I did have a shopping list, but not enough to fill the time. I remembered reading a review or two about Zara near Park Royal. I looked up her number in the GS (you can too) and phoned. She was pleasant on the phone. She started out telling me about a massage plus FS. I told her I wanted a one-hour R&T only. She quoted $.20. I asked if I could head on over. She said she had somebody booked. Said she wasn't sure if he'd show up, so I might try phoning back. I did so. Other guy hadn't arrived but had called, so I decided it was a lost cause.
I went off and did my shopping. Didn't take long for boredom to set in, so after an hour or so, I called again. She was free. I headed on over.
As I stood at the doorway of her apartment, waiting for the door to open, I wondered to myself if I was the first new client to ever show up at her door carrying a 5-foot weed-eater. I'd been shopping, remember. I half expected that she wouldn't let me in. As it turned out, she didn't bat an eye. I wonder how many of her clients bring large yard tools to the session?
I remember her as rather tall, fairly slender, fair haired, pleasant looking. We had the usual brief ritual chat. I got undressed to head for the shower. She looked at me and told me I looked very naked. What to make of that comment?
When I came out of the shower, her dog was trying to tear open the box with the weed-eater. We stuck it (the weed-eater, not the dog) in the bathroom and closed the door.
Into the bedroom, where she had a massage table set up. I laid face-down and off we went. She told me she studied acupressure, and I guess that's what she was doing. I don't really know what acupressure is supposed to be like, but it didn't do that much for me. She asked if I wanted a hard massage, and I said yes, but it didn't really feel all that hard.
The flip came pretty soon, I thought. A bit of Russian, and then she started to get ready for a cbj. I didn't want that, but for those who like it (every other guy on eforum.xxx, perhaps), I guess it's available. She started working on the HJ. By this time her panties were off and she was kind of sitting on me, rubbing up and down my leg. It was OK. The dog was chasing her panties around on the bed. Whenever he caught them, he'd chew on them, but they'd always escape again. A fun time was being had by all, apparently, so I came.
Showered, got dressed, and was ready to leave. The whole session had been well under the hour. She wasn't pushing me out the door, but I kind of lost interest after the event, though the dog was still having a fine time. To my surprise, she actually offered to refund part of my money, because of the short time. That was rather sweet. I didn't take it.
Zara is quite chatty, and the topics of her conversation were kind of wierd for the circumstances. Church, sin, her parents, stuff like that. On the other hand, given the manner of my arrival, the wierdness wasn't all on her side.
Would I repeat. Yes, if I find myself nearby with time on my hands. But I probably wouldn't drive across town to see her. I'm really into the massage, and hers wasn't that great for me.