A few weeks ago, I stopped in atElite Retreat. I was greeted at the door by a beautiful brunette receptionist who brought me into a comfortable and well decorated waiting room. As I was innocently thumbing through the copy of Kama Sutra, the lineup began. While the women were attractive, I mostly wasn't interested.
That is, until Brooklynn silhoutted the frosted glass door. I stood up, greeted her, and agreed to stay for a session. The receptionist returned, brought me into a room, took the fee, and started the shower.
I feel I should mention something about the shower. On the site, it certainly looks interesting. Even in person, it's really quite impressive. However, once inside, I felt I was trapped in a Borg device that could potentially spray water at me from any given direction at any given time. I'm not often outsmarted by a water source, but I was content to not have angered it. As I was towelling off, Brooklyn entered.
First, the ugly stats:
Looks: 7/10
Attitude: 7/10
Service: 7/10
The pictures of Brooklynn are accurate, if a bit dated. She's just as pretty in person as in the pictures, but between then and now are a few kids. Large, firm fake tits. I don't doubt her when she says she's working her way back to trim, and she certainly looks good now. But for those unfamiliar with a mommy belly, be forewarned.
I found Brooklynn to be ease to chat with. She's frank and intelligent, and was as comfortable talking to me as I was to her. When we realized our personal lives may intersect, there was no discomfort at all, just a matter of fact sort of thing.
After some chitchat, she began the massage. As my pleasure has never hinged upon the quality of a massage, I really didn't invest that much brain mass into the event. I do enjoy a good bodyslide, but there wasn't much of one present. A few minutes in, came the flip.
She perfunctorily donned the dome, and began what should have been an incredibly CBJ. Good technique, eye contact, and DT. She eagerly agreed to 69. Usually, at the start of a shift change, this is the best time for that -- get there before the crowd, as it were. Unfortunately, I don't think she had chance to properly shower off before coming in to work, and I was greeted by a bit of a sour ass smell.
After a few more minutes of this, we transitioned into CG. Few minutes more of that, then she offered doggy but I wanted mish. I enquired into MSOG but was told that was only on the menu for repeats.
All told, what should have been an amazing session just felt sort of flat. Her BJ skills were above par, but there was something missing. And that, 40 minutes from entry to departure of the parlour, I didn't feel as satisfied as I could have been. While I'm not really disappointed with OSOG, with 20 minutes left on the clock, I'd like something to compensate. Is a 5 minute snuggle not on the menu any more?
That is, until Brooklynn silhoutted the frosted glass door. I stood up, greeted her, and agreed to stay for a session. The receptionist returned, brought me into a room, took the fee, and started the shower.
I feel I should mention something about the shower. On the site, it certainly looks interesting. Even in person, it's really quite impressive. However, once inside, I felt I was trapped in a Borg device that could potentially spray water at me from any given direction at any given time. I'm not often outsmarted by a water source, but I was content to not have angered it. As I was towelling off, Brooklyn entered.
First, the ugly stats:
Looks: 7/10
Attitude: 7/10
Service: 7/10
The pictures of Brooklynn are accurate, if a bit dated. She's just as pretty in person as in the pictures, but between then and now are a few kids. Large, firm fake tits. I don't doubt her when she says she's working her way back to trim, and she certainly looks good now. But for those unfamiliar with a mommy belly, be forewarned.
I found Brooklynn to be ease to chat with. She's frank and intelligent, and was as comfortable talking to me as I was to her. When we realized our personal lives may intersect, there was no discomfort at all, just a matter of fact sort of thing.
After some chitchat, she began the massage. As my pleasure has never hinged upon the quality of a massage, I really didn't invest that much brain mass into the event. I do enjoy a good bodyslide, but there wasn't much of one present. A few minutes in, came the flip.
She perfunctorily donned the dome, and began what should have been an incredibly CBJ. Good technique, eye contact, and DT. She eagerly agreed to 69. Usually, at the start of a shift change, this is the best time for that -- get there before the crowd, as it were. Unfortunately, I don't think she had chance to properly shower off before coming in to work, and I was greeted by a bit of a sour ass smell.
After a few more minutes of this, we transitioned into CG. Few minutes more of that, then she offered doggy but I wanted mish. I enquired into MSOG but was told that was only on the menu for repeats.
All told, what should have been an amazing session just felt sort of flat. Her BJ skills were above par, but there was something missing. And that, 40 minutes from entry to departure of the parlour, I didn't feel as satisfied as I could have been. While I'm not really disappointed with OSOG, with 20 minutes left on the clock, I'd like something to compensate. Is a 5 minute snuggle not on the menu any more?
