Chic Zoy (35) escort Pyes Pa

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Well this was one of those visits when all the planning beforehand does not mean a successful punt. I was feeling particularly horny and as I was in an area I do not usually visit I spent a couple of hours reviewing punternet reports and decided Zoy ticked all the boxes. Imagine my surprise and delight when I phoned and was told that Zoy and Holly were working.When I arrived was led into bedroom and was told Zoy was busy for a few minutes. Said I would wait, but was visited by Holly anyway! Said I would wait and Zoy duly arrived within the few minutes. After sorting out the money was told to get on the bed for a massage. Now previous reports have waxed lyrical about her personality and how she likes to talk with the customers. Despite my best endeavours I found her totally unresponsive to even the most basic remark. Oral without was just about OK but the problem was there was no interplay. Tried to touch her breasts only to be told my hands were cold. Warmed them up and was then told her nipples were sensitive! Asked if she kissed and was told no! Tried to play with her pussy (no fingers) but she expertly kept just out of reach. As you can imagine by now the old todger had given up the ghost so sex was a no no. Zoy suggested hand relief which I agreed to. She then proceeded to pour half a bottle of oil on my cock which now felt like it was in the middle of a North Sea oil slick. No friction no relief! To try and help matters I watched her body which I thought up to then was her best part. This was when I realised she was not as attractive as first impressions. She was quite spotty on her face and back - no sign of the flawless skin previously reported, her belly had the beginnings of a paunch and her breasts had prominent veins showing and stretch marks at the side. My illusions and libido totally shattered, I decided the M4 on a Friday afternoon was more welcoming and made my apologies. It was whilst I was getting dressed that the icing on the cake happened. I noticed two damp patches on the bed (presumably from previous customer) and then watched as Zoy (bless her) took the towel we had been lying on and proceeded to carefully roll it up and place it back on the bed as if it was clean and fresh for the next unsuspecting punter. I left disappointed that despite my research Zoy was so poor, and concluded that the old adage that the good looking ones are not always the best ones is still true.