Steven Seagal
28-06-2013, 06:52 PM
40 Forge St
Blacktown
Greetings mates.
This is a review of Angel.
Before I get going I need to tell you my nephew Efrem Zimbalist Farquar is a real pain in the neck. First, he now wants me to refer to him with his nickname of P.Diddy or Diddy. He’s a westie and that’s fine with me as everything west of Parramatta I refer to as Diddyland anyway.
It is in Diddyland that Diddy had his first bbj with cim. It was with an ancient Chinese granny who was old enough to have taught Confucius all he knew. Further, Diddy braved all the shit and cat piss out west to get a bbj from a Cauc milf who billed herself on Cracker as “lips of an angel”. After that escapade Diddy, taking a leaf from Colonel Kilgore in Apocalypse Now, stated “I love the smell of cat piss in the morning!”
Now, one of the last times we punted out west we went to Smithfield and I admit WE got bamboozled into taking two women who were not the pick of the litter in the line-up. This time the following exchange occurred with Diddy”
Diddy: And don’t let people foist hags on us like Smithfield.
Seagal: Me? I don’t see any chains on you. You could have walked.
Diddy; Read my lips. NO HAGS.
Well, we entered this establishment and were greeted by a youngish papasan named Dickie, (and he is by the way like that). He would make a perfect alter ego for Billy at 143 Marrickville Rd. Billy is short and a bit fat and Dickie is tall and slim. Billy treats punters like fuckwits and with contempt, while Dickie lays on the friendliness with a trowel that is as genuine as a politicians promise or a $3 bill.
The waiting room smelled of cigarette smoke and was almost pitch black. There was porno playing on an old cathode ray TV. From what I could gather this porn was a black guy with a pencil thin cock that was about 8 metres long, sticking into a black woman whose birth canal must have been the same length as the pencil cock.
While we waited I pulled out my little torch. 9I shit you not, I carry a little torch.) and found the price list on a piece of paper stuck to the wall. It read 4140 for 60 minutes.
Anyway Dickie returns to the room with, you guessed it, two hags. Now I am sure they are nice hags, but that was not what we were after. I told Dickie I wanted to think things over with Diddy outside. The following conversation ensued”
Dickie: You can think inside.
Seagal: Outside where I can breathe air and not feel I’ve just smoked a carton of Old Woodbine.
Dickie: I get you two other girls.
Well the other two were hotties and Diddy chose one named Sasa or something and I got Angel.
The room also smelled of smoke and I think that’s because many of the wl’s smoke and Angel is one. The room was a bit dark and the water in the shower took about 8 years to heat up. The joint looks a bit tired and has all the energy level your grandmother would have in trying to win the 100 metre dash at the next Olympics.
In the room Angel revealed herself to be very pretty. She possessed a flawless body, not fat and not thin. She had an absolutely beautiful pussy that was freshly shaven and really smooth. She had lovely B+ cups and very responsive nipples. She said she was 22 and I believe if that’s not true it is not far off the mark.
She was very service oriented. She provided great dfk, and good bbj and sex in any and all positions. She gave a sexy catbath all over and even her nipple suck was erotic. There was a mirror on the wall and I could see some of the action that was visible from the .5 watt light globe they had here.
She said she had been in Australia for 3 months and worked there for two months.
I had a good time and informed Diddy I am up for more adventures out this way.
I am still behind in my reviews. I still need to post on Ella out at Ingleburn and Nancy at 12 Bellevue.
But all of those adventures are for later.
Will see ya’ll again soon.
Until that time folks . . .until that time.
Steven
Blacktown
Greetings mates.
This is a review of Angel.
Before I get going I need to tell you my nephew Efrem Zimbalist Farquar is a real pain in the neck. First, he now wants me to refer to him with his nickname of P.Diddy or Diddy. He’s a westie and that’s fine with me as everything west of Parramatta I refer to as Diddyland anyway.
It is in Diddyland that Diddy had his first bbj with cim. It was with an ancient Chinese granny who was old enough to have taught Confucius all he knew. Further, Diddy braved all the shit and cat piss out west to get a bbj from a Cauc milf who billed herself on Cracker as “lips of an angel”. After that escapade Diddy, taking a leaf from Colonel Kilgore in Apocalypse Now, stated “I love the smell of cat piss in the morning!”
Now, one of the last times we punted out west we went to Smithfield and I admit WE got bamboozled into taking two women who were not the pick of the litter in the line-up. This time the following exchange occurred with Diddy”
Diddy: And don’t let people foist hags on us like Smithfield.
Seagal: Me? I don’t see any chains on you. You could have walked.
Diddy; Read my lips. NO HAGS.
Well, we entered this establishment and were greeted by a youngish papasan named Dickie, (and he is by the way like that). He would make a perfect alter ego for Billy at 143 Marrickville Rd. Billy is short and a bit fat and Dickie is tall and slim. Billy treats punters like fuckwits and with contempt, while Dickie lays on the friendliness with a trowel that is as genuine as a politicians promise or a $3 bill.
The waiting room smelled of cigarette smoke and was almost pitch black. There was porno playing on an old cathode ray TV. From what I could gather this porn was a black guy with a pencil thin cock that was about 8 metres long, sticking into a black woman whose birth canal must have been the same length as the pencil cock.
While we waited I pulled out my little torch. 9I shit you not, I carry a little torch.) and found the price list on a piece of paper stuck to the wall. It read 4140 for 60 minutes.
Anyway Dickie returns to the room with, you guessed it, two hags. Now I am sure they are nice hags, but that was not what we were after. I told Dickie I wanted to think things over with Diddy outside. The following conversation ensued”
Dickie: You can think inside.
Seagal: Outside where I can breathe air and not feel I’ve just smoked a carton of Old Woodbine.
Dickie: I get you two other girls.
Well the other two were hotties and Diddy chose one named Sasa or something and I got Angel.
The room also smelled of smoke and I think that’s because many of the wl’s smoke and Angel is one. The room was a bit dark and the water in the shower took about 8 years to heat up. The joint looks a bit tired and has all the energy level your grandmother would have in trying to win the 100 metre dash at the next Olympics.
In the room Angel revealed herself to be very pretty. She possessed a flawless body, not fat and not thin. She had an absolutely beautiful pussy that was freshly shaven and really smooth. She had lovely B+ cups and very responsive nipples. She said she was 22 and I believe if that’s not true it is not far off the mark.
She was very service oriented. She provided great dfk, and good bbj and sex in any and all positions. She gave a sexy catbath all over and even her nipple suck was erotic. There was a mirror on the wall and I could see some of the action that was visible from the .5 watt light globe they had here.
She said she had been in Australia for 3 months and worked there for two months.
I had a good time and informed Diddy I am up for more adventures out this way.
I am still behind in my reviews. I still need to post on Ella out at Ingleburn and Nancy at 12 Bellevue.
But all of those adventures are for later.
Will see ya’ll again soon.
Until that time folks . . .until that time.
Steven