Back in post #6964 I was lamenting Kitten's face pic requirement, but I decided to give the wee lass another go a few nights back. I was happy to find that a different, more palatable means of verification was offered, so a 160 quid HHR date was set, and off I went in search of her flat near Ridgewood in North Daytona.
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I waited briefly on the front porch of a tiny wood-framed two-story home with clapboard siding while the lass herself completed final preparations. The neighborhood was a bit rougher than I typically frequent, though I never felt unsafe for a moment. She finally bid me enter and led me past two female denizens sleeping upon various living room furnishings. I smiled as memories of Robin's old flop house near MLK came flooding in, though that neighborhood was certainly much rougher.
The wee lass led me up a narrow flight of stairs to a small bedroom where tea candles were already alight (I applaud any effort at ambience a provider makes). The wee lass dimmed the lights and turned on a bluetooth speaker. I didn't care for her taste in date-night music, but chose to let it go without comment. We both stripped to nervous conversation and met upon a bed that took up half of the room. The wee lass hails from the "everything covered" school of service (which I knew from Jimmer's review), so she started off with a little manual stimulation before rolling on the cover and settling into a few short minutes of CBJ. When she came up for air, professing me ready, I bid her choose the position. She pondered for a moment, as if she'd never been asked before. After a few moments deliberation the young lass, of course, elected doggy. I was pretty sure she would, as most providers on first dates do, in an effort to make us nut as quickly as possible and keep it moving. I didn't mind. The view from the back was magnificent and the lass, to my surprise, put in at least as much work as I did. After a time, when my quads began to complain, we transitioned to lazy dog where I soon burst in the bag. Kitten was then kind enough to bring me wipes and offer the use of an upstairs bathroom. When we'd finally cleaned and dressed, Kitten escorted me once again past the sleeping roommates and sent me on my way with a hug.
So here is my take on the wee lass Kitten.
In the minus column we have the rougher lodgings, a relatively high asking donation for the service, a covered BJ of insufficient duration, and what I suspect was evidence of drug use.
In the plus column we have a young, pretty girl with a great body, perfect hygiene, and a sweet, submissive disposition who was willing to put in her share of the work on the night in question.
I will gladly go back for seconds, as I suspect the lass has still more undiscovered talents to share.
Cheers!
