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For urged , Phones at the end of post 1: Ms. Rius

comes from the previous post: e pilogo with Cleo

Photos of artists are dedicated to Mrs. Rius and his cabinet.

The photo of Marilyn gets a reference to the room in which I lay with Cleo.

Well I had already finished with Cleo, or rather, Cleo had finished me

It was time to say goodbye and closing. So Cleo had not first found the coast is clear, and led me through the apartment next door to talk to Mrs. Rius herself in mortal flesh. It is true that he had seen before, but at that time the emergency was different.
So now freshly showered, relaxed, and with a smile from ear to ear and went to greet him pay. I asked first if I liked the girl, which I thanked him, I said yes, and told him that reading the book made me want to know.

He said that while he was working, and maybe we stopped, if he could talk for a moment. And I did happen to a parlor full of books, a personal photo, and there we talked like two friends.

The phone rang a few times, listened to talk, and saw her as a teacher. From the outset, without asking names, I knew he was talking, joking and alternated really was driving the other party with an iron fist in velvet glove ... Zico man (here the name of the person, this is invented), do not ask me this, I have it on vacation! if I have another, not as spectacular, a little plump, but I like it, you see, is very affectionate and puts interest. Furthermore (and here the coup de grace by Ms. Rius) I think is a little needy.

We continued talking, the phone again. But Joshua (Joshua is hope that no customer, if it is, is not it), that's what you have to tell me more time!, I can not improvisarte this!. But hey, call me a couple of hours and tell you something.

And another, this unknown. No sir, no, here I have no girls of color. Here is mainly Catalan, you see, if you want to come, as it does not detract. The truth is that ever had any, but they are fickle, here today, gone tomorrow. Here is serious girls, not professional, not holy, that will make you a good time with national staff, we must all work to raise the country.

And so ... the truth is that all three calls, one was that if, though he was not the girl Zico (and Mrs. Rius also told me that he liked that a customer should ask always the same girl that would lead problems for the Lord and for the girl), we could change the girl. Anyone who wanted a specialty that did not know which is probably also was that if I am sure that Ms. Rius would know to fix, and finally, seeking bold, because if I was not convinced that a Montse, or Nuria would make him one the same effect.

Conclusions .... ¿I return? because I believe that in my Mrs. Rius have a client, probably rare, but of course, true. That's like the English Court, it may not be the cheapest, certainly not the best, but it is consistent quality. There is no deceit, no cheating, no cardboard. You know what is going to find a stable quality, boys are not particularly needed, no money, or sex, and who try to pass the time as pleasant as possible for the client. And if possible, for them.

But it is important to detail, and are not people who do this out of necessity, or business, but because it enables them, as the French say, "mettre un peu dans les épinards of beurre" put some butter on the spinach.

For urged , Phones at the end of post 1: Ms. Rius

The photos do not have much to do with the post, or with Cleo, who is brown, but they are of a girl that I love.

with Cleo keep doing what we do in these cases.

As they say in Chile, she "made him harder." And is not seen as a negative assessment, she was making all efforts, too and we were having nice though ...

Should I say I was having a fine?

As I say, I was having a good.

Not so much for what she did (except when I scratch his back), for what I did, crossing the skin. I loved his touch.

And if, when touched with a certain insistence that his body also seemed to respond. At least one of the (several ) Times you had an orgasm, I thought it was possible that this time she had arrived. It can be a pompous male thinking (I am). Again, other times not say that she also had not had an orgasm, I'm saying is that this time was different, cut, as it were, by a different pattern. Fewer words, less "oh yes, baby, drill more, there, ahh," and if instead more action, better response from your body.

But again, it's not a criticism of the simulation

In this case, and in this situation, unknown body, time controlled, is more than justified. So the lord is going home happy, which is the main purpose.

But as you know by my other posts "simulation as an act of love ", I think, be bad if the simulation is a custom, in some case in point is good, is fair and necessary.

If that is true, as I said above, that at least one of the times, she caressed me, I caressed her, and that his body tensed and stretched full length, folded his hands pinning her legs , and remained so motionless, and then curled up (I love that word) in my arms, asking me not to touch ...

So we were very happy Cleo and me, caressing, (more I her she to me, and that's by choice, she felt a bit false, I think, because I felt I should be me and not her honored But I is that I like as well. I like to caress the body, walking, giving kisses ... must be that I'm half girl.

But the truth is that I wanted the moment lasted, and I knew if we spent a to big words, it would end sooner than expected (this time there was Priligy to save him), because between the softness of her body, and the viscosity of lubricant, as we pusiesemos to it, would last half a minute. The truth is I'm a bad lover, but a customer easy, because I just the slightest hint, one touching a little support, I believe that with a mischievous look suffice to have an orgasm. And so was I at that time.

Since I was about, and felt the need to end, time passed, I told Cleo that said the same, already touched, reached under the pillow and put me a condom, pull tube back and introduced me to it. His body was hard and fibrous on the outside was like inside, how wet was facilitated my body slide on yours, imprisoning me so that I saw two movements would not resist. And I wanted that time and stopped. I suggested a change of position, returning to missionary life. But the truth is that there either, feeling her breasts as the statue of the first post, and imprisoning my body, I decided it was my day (I had not done so with a mistress with whom he was to "look good", although if he had not achieved) and let me go. And I let go, those launched in the lower abdomen, the ball of fire in the pelvis, the fire of the pulsations of my body, the strain on his ... she said nothing while, so grateful, I really like comments like: well, now, give him all I want your cum, I seem artificial. Do not bother me, but I'm distracted.

Was the orgasm of my life? No, I think that's what we need to know more my body, which sometimes takes me close to orgasm and that can only be achieved with practice.

Probably the orgasms of my life have been the second or even third, when the urge is not the desire. This was the first, there was more time to try another day ... time for more?

continue with the very same Sra.Rius

For urged , Phones at the end of post

Well in my town Mrs. Rius is an institution. It is a matchmaker, matchmaker, trotaconventos. It is, put it plainly, the madam of a brothel.

I make a clarification of entry. I was wrong to write this. Not the former, if the latter. What Ms. Rius manages not a brothel, and I explain at the end of this post. Now I continue with the post as it was, but ultimately this is an explanation.

Purists twisted "Trotaconventos" and "madame" is not exactly the same, the matchmaker retail jobs while Madame is a wholesaler, but in the end both do the same, providing a loving relationship.

Sure, if you pay for fuck can be called "love relationship".

But, since today we are purists, I would say that we all pay for fucking. If film, if dinner, if glass of wine, if hard, yes, yes, yes.

And besides that after the "if" may be "not" Oh, honey, I really like you, you're a great friend, do not go to ruin.

For that, the end is easier, and cheaper especially if you look fucking, paying only for that. It is a blow to our macho pride, but in the end, if you are looking for a good value for money, a lady of confidence provides quality at an affordable price, and certainly cheaper than a gift, dinner, disco, and apartment.

Because it is a foolish one side has organized an outlet in your town, has told a story tartar his wife to spend the night out (charity, we have a convention in Honolulu, or have been summoned to an intensive techniques Sales this weekend, no phone). And then you're in a hotel in your own town, (that if, in another neighborhood that never go to a relative, another day will be a post with the golden rules for adulterers), at three o'clock, half hungover, and becoming a manuela because friend has decided he does not want to ruin a friendship so pretty.

But as always, I get distracted ... in my case, the truth has always been more macho pride in the common sense, and I preferred to sleep alone to pay for fucking. We must say that overall I had a lover, sometimes loving heart, sometimes lovers bed, which need not exist. And when it existed, was a massage at the end of the street, faster, cheaper and comes with a skin hydrated.

So I've only gone twice whores in my life. The first birth shortly after my son, before having my first lover, when I realized that from the overnight there had been a coup at home and the king of the house and it was not me, was the attacker who rocked in the cradle next to the marriage bed, and another when I started to make some money in South Africa and wanted to give me the pleasure of sleeping with a woman's flag, a woman he could not sleep dreaming own merits.

But I must make a clarification. Because I wrote the above before I met Mrs. Rius, and your business. I thought it was a brothel as in the movies, and is not that at all. Not a place where girls like in a Western Saloon, and when it reaches the client, the madame called "Girls to the living room."

No, Ms. Rius is a dating agency, the "escorts" as it is called now. With a difference, and she also puts the local (or rather, rooms) available to customers. That is, is not exactly escort agency, nor is it a brothel. It is a mix

link to the second chapter, a lesson in business practice

For the curious, and urged (which many you arrive to this blog googling "Mrs. Rius phone"), here are, newly hatched, warm, my agenda:

934 301 946

934 396 393

I do not work for her, even charging commission, but it amused me comment, if you arrive to talk to her, where have you found your phone