I should have taken heed!!
After a long hiatus due to the decline in talent in our area, I decided to take a chance on one. The wrong one might I add. After setting an appointment and donation amount I ventured almost an hour to what ended up being a total waste of time. I drove almost an hour to a somewhat clean, but almost rundown and empty home. After trying to contact Liza upon arrival, I began to get a bit worried about the radio silence. If I was smart, I should have headed home. She finally answers and has the audacity to tell me to just come on in because she's in the bed. I may be ignorant, but I am not stupid. After dealing with her pissy response, she says fine and opens the door and disappears to a back bedroom. I ignorantly decide to follow through and proceed to the back. She claims she had fallen asleep, but I highly doubt it. She tucks the donation under the pillow and pulls her oversize shirt up. I inquire about having my whistle blown first and more attitude rears its ugly head. She blows the whistle for a quick two or three minutes and props up on all fours. After one or two strokes, the tuna fish boat arrives! The stinky puss smell is lurking through the room now. So now I am really pissed. I proceed to quicken the pace to get it over with and she begins to complain about the size of the "hammer" and depth of the penetration. Another two minutes go by and she jumps forward saying the session is over. This is like ten minutes into an hhr session. I don't like trouble, but I really don't mess around when it comes to my finances. So a heated discussion ensues and I get more pissed than ever because of her attitude. Feeling unfulfilled with a stiffy still in my pants, there is no way I am leaving without my money. Not being a fool, I definitely didn't want to have any encounters with LEO, my bigger brain knows that no type of trouble is wanted or needed. I make it clear that there's no way in hell I am leaving without something! I wasn't going to do anything to her at all, but I couldn't let her know that. She proceeds to hand me back half of my donation and I decide that's better than nothing. With all that said, I should have taken heed to the reviews that I read about her. Why did I think it would be different?? It was most likely due to wanting to see a 6 footer and the Jim Beam Devils Cut! The night doesn't end there. With a stiffy in my pants, what do I do? I begin searching for someone to help me with my stiffy situation as I drive down the road. To be continued 1.