...since Jenny left.
I\'m not even sure what \"hell in a hand basket\" is supposed to mean exactly, but I remember my Grandpa using it whenever a place wasn\'t up to their prior standards and it just sticks for me here. Because ever since Jenny left, seems Happy Massage has gone to hell in a hand basket. And that\'s a shame, but shows what happens when your superstar leaves the team.
It\'s also an excellent example of: love your gig, and riches will come (Jenny) vs. focusing on the money first makes for a miserable experience (my experience today).
But I had to go back, because as I drove by there wasn\'t a car in sight. I remember this AMP in Inglewood in the late 90\'s where this new girl came in who just fucking rocked: a gorgeous Asian with extremely large natural breasts and simply outstanding. I went back one week later, excited to see her again and there was literally a line out the door, four mongers deep. Jenny approached that level...not quite a line out the door, but the place was hopping. Now, well; hell in a hand basket I guess.
So I cruise on in to take my chances...and I was pleasantly surprised to see this pretty nice looking lady. She is cute, speaks great English, wonderful smile and goes maybe 5 and a half feet with a svelte little figure wearing shorts and nice legs. Hey...maybe? I go the 35 for the hour, she leads me to a room down the hall and it appears we are alone. We were alone the entire 50 minutes I was there.
Mary is nice; I ask for soft, we sort of play a bit to get the message out there and within minutes it\'s time for the turn and let\'s party. I tell her \"everything\" and she asks how much and I hold up one finger and she holds up 2.
What? I had to smile and shook my head. No, I said, one. She starts negotiating downward and I start thinking about leaving, but I\'m naked with a stiff dick, so you know how that goes. Down we go to 100 and I don\'t budge, so she accepts it, but wants it up front and leaves and comes back clean and with a skirt and no undies.
Very nice! This part was fun, as I went right to DATY and got her up on the table and she is sweet tasting, natural bush but really nice: not overly hairy, great V. I really like the way this lady carries herself, her body is nice and if you like them milfy...maybe mid-fourties (as I do), this was going really well. Her breasts are natural and not big, but really awesomely round and the nipples pop out excitedly to the touch. Her ass is wonderful; small, but tight and rounded. She\'s great and I was thinking at this point that despite the bargaining at the start, maybe I had an alternative at a Rosemead AMP?
I ate for a while and she loved it, but when it was time to fuck, it went to...hell in a hand basket. I come up and P2P, she says condom and grabs it, but puts it on a flaccid cock. I try to tell her how to do her job and suck it hard first, but she says she \"doesn\'t do that\". Wait? You don\'t suck dick? I just thoroughly licked your pussy for 25 minutes and we can\'t reciprocate a bit?
Nope.
So she\'s trying to put this little tiny condom she must have bought in a miniatures shop; I tell her to try to stroke it hard before she gets it on there (hope nobody paid 200 for this, I\'m thinking) and it\'s all fucked up. With some effort on both our parts, my dick gets hard and is pinched into this tiny rubber (from the Ken doll collection) and finally get to fuck for a bit. But it\'s not comfortable for me, despite being a great pussy. I really wish I\'d have brought my own cover, but too late now. I\'m trying to make it work and it\'s not working. And she is no longer really interested, by the way, because she came during DATY, so her nut is tapped. She\'s happy and if she had a crossword puzzle handy, she\'d be doing it.
Finally, I gave up on the fuck and had her jerk me off. And of course, I had to teach her how to do that too, lest my dick be pulled completely off my body. Ultimately I came like hell with her hand...no basket to catch my cum.
Where\'s Jenny?