After reading posts about her and by her, I contacted this little lady with a minimum of effort. I don't and won't own a cell 'phone, so I set up a blitz campaign by sending her a hotmail to her address listed on this site, and followed up by 'phone to her number. Her 'phone is listed on bcdarlings, and no problem, ring, ring. Straight to voicemail . . . heaven help the lad who gives up at this point. Left message with no call-back number, because the chance of detection around my home is so great. This site lets the user know who's online in real time, see user names at bottom of page. Aha, there she was! Private Message . . . chime! reply. Set appointment, got address in Vic West as advertised.
Gina's incall location is as upscale as Jaime Lane's, and almost in the same postal code. Really nice in a modern way. Then there's the girl herself, a lissome, lithe, athletic spinner in a comfy Mediterranean way. Hers is not a California hard-body, more an Italian Pleasure Goddess. She's petite but strong, and daring. I alluded to sparks in the title. We struck them halfway through a bottle of Mateus, and I was so glad I had booked two hours because every second was worth it. I am incurably romantic, and she understood this, her hazel eyes never leaving her guest. Not only is she no clock-watcher, I couldn't have measured the time had her safety call not come 110 minutes into the session. The only hourglass in the place is her stunning figure. Sure, there was some of the repartee between two pleasers, "okay, but can you make yours do THIS?" Each pleaser seemed more taken than giving, and we promised a repeat. I be right back as soon as I gesture hypnotically at the ATM, and teach it to spit hundreds. I'm only sorry I took so long to find her, and now her overnight special is on this board, a fantastic value for money. Anybody got a spare beta-unit so my wife doesn't notice my absence?
Gina's incall location is as upscale as Jaime Lane's, and almost in the same postal code. Really nice in a modern way. Then there's the girl herself, a lissome, lithe, athletic spinner in a comfy Mediterranean way. Hers is not a California hard-body, more an Italian Pleasure Goddess. She's petite but strong, and daring. I alluded to sparks in the title. We struck them halfway through a bottle of Mateus, and I was so glad I had booked two hours because every second was worth it. I am incurably romantic, and she understood this, her hazel eyes never leaving her guest. Not only is she no clock-watcher, I couldn't have measured the time had her safety call not come 110 minutes into the session. The only hourglass in the place is her stunning figure. Sure, there was some of the repartee between two pleasers, "okay, but can you make yours do THIS?" Each pleaser seemed more taken than giving, and we promised a repeat. I be right back as soon as I gesture hypnotically at the ATM, and teach it to spit hundreds. I'm only sorry I took so long to find her, and now her overnight special is on this board, a fantastic value for money. Anybody got a spare beta-unit so my wife doesn't notice my absence?
