Charlotte has moved from Edgbaston to nearby Harborne. As I was to be in Birmingham that day I checked Punternet for good reviews, and Charlotte was my choice. So I phoned from the office, and fixed appointment for 7 that evening. As requested, I phoned again when I was in Harborne at 6.45, but was told that someone else had arrived. This pissed me off, but I hung around, and got there at about 7.30. Charlotte is no doubt a nice person, and I opted for a bit of eveything for ?70. On her return (after doing that curious act that they all do once they have the cash), I was lying on my back.....
waiting. Couldn't see much at this time, but she dis-robed, and started to massage my back with powder (I like to be offered choice; oil or powder). Pleasant enough massage, but NO ATTENTION TO MY PRICK OR BALLS! I was dissapointed to hear her ask me to turn over. Massage to my front equally un-exciting. (Life can be a bitch. ) On with a Condom, which she cleans with a paper towel. And BJ starts, on what franklyis the most limp prick in the world. It gets a bit harder. "Shall I lie down", asks Charlotte. "Make yourself comfortable" I reply, it slowly dawning on me that it's time to shag. My semi erect prick JUST about gets in there, and a quick suck of her largish (but somewhat saggy) tits gives me some pleasure.
(Her nipples are small by the way. ) But the pleasure I'm feeling is nothing like enough for penetrative intercourse, so I admit that "This is not happening for me". Charlotte willingly agrees to wank me, and although I've already suggested a few times that I like my balls being caressed, theres still not enough of anything to make this other than just anoother waste of time. Fortunately her (rather rough) pumping action, and my own desire to get something out of this visit does eventually produce the desired end result.
Pretty quickly a wad of paper towels are positioned on my rather wet torso. I lie there recovering (though NOT from sexual satisfaction), and after a minute or two Charlotte makes a hal-hearted attempt to move the wad of paper towels an inch or two. She dissapears, I clean up (very messy boy), and that's it. How on earth can this level of service produce such good reports? I'll have to re-read them. It was a very poor encounter. Summary: Lady=fairly attractive but not sexy to me, Lady's Emotional Input=Poor, Service=Poor and ineffective, Value for Money=Awful.