I couldn’t help but notice all the good reviews that Miss T gets on here, so I couldn’t resist booking a session.
It was fairly easy to make all the arrangements. What I really love is getting a good hand job. For some reason I actually prefer it to FS.
Things seemed to go fairly well at the beginning. Miss T’s apartment was nice. I was offered some water, and there was some soft music playing – Dildo I think. Her “Life for Rent" album. Miss T was very sexily dressed. She apologized for her lack of panties. I said that was okay. She then invited me on to her bed.
Then things got a little strange. First she got out a long bar with hooks at both end., and then produced these cuff like things which she put around my ankles and then clipped them to the bar. My legs were spread wide – which I didn’t mind, although I was thinking to myself “I’ve never had this kind of preparation for a hand job before.” Things didn't get any clearer when she put on the latex gloves.
Next she got out some rope, and proceeded to tie my wrists to either side of the bed. “Wow”, I thought to myself, “She really does take her handjobs seriously.” Then came the cloth pegs. She attached about 6 to my cock and balls. “Gee”, I thought, “I wonder if this will make the handjob even more enjoyable than normal. Perhaps this is some sort of secret technique that she learned when she was in India.”
Before I knew it she was on top of me, looking deeply into my eyes. “You want a handjob for me?” she said. “Yes,” I said. “You really want a hand job from me?”. I was confused. “Of couse”, I said. “Okay then. If that is what you want, that is what you shall get.”
She got off, and sat on the side of the bed. She lifted up my cock at its base in one hand, and with the other she started whacking it. And then she started say to me “Five dolla, make you holla. I giva the best handjob in the city. Five dolla make you holla.”
I knew there was some kind of thing that someone could say to make everything stop. I knew it was a colour, but which one? Pink? No. Blue? No. Black? No. Red? Yes… red. That’s what it was. Red, red red, I squealed…..
I was only glad I didn’t ask for a blow job.
I would guess that many guys would love to get a handjob from Miss T. Well, from my experience I can honestly say that her handjobs are very poor. In fact, I think they are pathetic - obviously not part of Miss T's skill set. Thus, I could only honestly give a 1.5 for that service.
L 10
S 1.5
A 10
It was fairly easy to make all the arrangements. What I really love is getting a good hand job. For some reason I actually prefer it to FS.
Things seemed to go fairly well at the beginning. Miss T’s apartment was nice. I was offered some water, and there was some soft music playing – Dildo I think. Her “Life for Rent" album. Miss T was very sexily dressed. She apologized for her lack of panties. I said that was okay. She then invited me on to her bed.
Then things got a little strange. First she got out a long bar with hooks at both end., and then produced these cuff like things which she put around my ankles and then clipped them to the bar. My legs were spread wide – which I didn’t mind, although I was thinking to myself “I’ve never had this kind of preparation for a hand job before.” Things didn't get any clearer when she put on the latex gloves.
Next she got out some rope, and proceeded to tie my wrists to either side of the bed. “Wow”, I thought to myself, “She really does take her handjobs seriously.” Then came the cloth pegs. She attached about 6 to my cock and balls. “Gee”, I thought, “I wonder if this will make the handjob even more enjoyable than normal. Perhaps this is some sort of secret technique that she learned when she was in India.”
Before I knew it she was on top of me, looking deeply into my eyes. “You want a handjob for me?” she said. “Yes,” I said. “You really want a hand job from me?”. I was confused. “Of couse”, I said. “Okay then. If that is what you want, that is what you shall get.”
She got off, and sat on the side of the bed. She lifted up my cock at its base in one hand, and with the other she started whacking it. And then she started say to me “Five dolla, make you holla. I giva the best handjob in the city. Five dolla make you holla.”
I knew there was some kind of thing that someone could say to make everything stop. I knew it was a colour, but which one? Pink? No. Blue? No. Black? No. Red? Yes… red. That’s what it was. Red, red red, I squealed…..
I was only glad I didn’t ask for a blow job.
I would guess that many guys would love to get a handjob from Miss T. Well, from my experience I can honestly say that her handjobs are very poor. In fact, I think they are pathetic - obviously not part of Miss T's skill set. Thus, I could only honestly give a 1.5 for that service.
L 10
S 1.5
A 10
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