Next time you think you have it bad.
take a look at this report from Leeds, England and thank your lucky stars for DR and Haitian chicas.
[blue]Picked a girl up on St Michael's Street. She was blonde, in a short black dress, good legs, boobs spilling out the top. She suggested that as it was late she wanted to go home, so we could go there and then she'd stay in. She said it was the wrong time of the month, so only oral was on offer (which was fine by me). She asked if I could buy her some tobacco out of her fee, so I stopped in a filling station. She wouldn't get out of the car, and asked me to go and buy it for her. When I got back in the car she was on her phone cursing and swearing at someone.
The phone call suddenly stopped and she sid she'd run out of credit on it. We stopped at a supermarket where she went to the cash machine, then inside to top her phone up. On the way again she was again swearing loudly down the phone at her ex, telling him off for "shagging prostitutes".
We got to her house, which (as always seems to be the way with hookers' homes) was very untidy. Went upstairs, lay on the bed with my trousers off and she began a pretty good BBBJ. Then her stomach gave a loud rumble, and another. She apologised and said that she had a bad tummy, due to a bad kebab she'd had earlier. Carried on with the BJ then off it rumbled again."Sorry" she said,"I need the toilet" and she went next door to the bathroom. She obviously didn't shut the door as I could hear her noisily and explosively emptying her bowels, with an accompanying extreme smell.
When she reappeared, I was up and pants back on. That episode had killed off any lust I may have had. [/blue]