Originally Posted by
hamish
I visited an escort once who turned out not to be the girl in the pictures, I just nodded and said i would leave but she rushed in front of me and covered the door and said, no you won't, you pay me for the hour you booked. I Sat on the bed while she stood guarding the door and we just talked and talked. As she mellowed and our trust got greater I told her I could murder a cuppa and she smiled ' two lumps and little milk she smiled and I said you read my mind and off she went to the kitchen, I HOPPED OFF THE BED AND RAN LIKE A SCALDED CAT AND HER AFTER ME SHOUTING , YOUR FUKIN SCOTTISH BASTORD, I'LL kill you,
She called and texted me for next few hours of how she would find me and what she was going to do to me. It turned me on and I called and spoke to her and said I will call to her in the morning which I did, I handed over the 200 euro and said what were you going to do and she slapped me and give me a huge knee in the balls, off comes my pants and in goes a 9 inch strap on, this is how we English fuck the Scots she scoffed and she spits on me again and I left her place tore and bruised but I saw her many times after that as we addicted now, a love hate relationship, I hated her but loved the attraction of her service. She is retired now but would see her again if she returned