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Rashmi | MR | Pics are Fake
Good Day Gentlemen.
Her Profile on MR.
[URL]https://escorts.ninja/female-escorts-in-colombo/rashmi-mixed-white-and-asian[/URL]
Now I was actually wondering whether to meet her just to see what her deal was. She may or may not be genuine. No idea. However, her pics are definitely fake.
One Pic has been ripped of an Artist and an IG Influencer called shazealshoukat with over half a million followers on IG. - Attached the Pics.
The Other Pic is ripped off from another IG page thehella with about 25 K followers and abut 9. 6 Million Views. Attached Pic.
I have No Idea how MR has verified these Photographs, because well they are pretty sus! Ha ha ha ha.
Has anyone met her? If you have, could you please let us know what she looks like and whether she was worth it?
Many thanks Brothers.
Cheers!!
Jack and the Bean Stalk | Episode 1 | Tunes-Jar | Murder on the dance floor
This ex-Ron Chandragupta's Ash diminutive beauty had met me once after having left that hallowed (or hollow?) place, as a freelancer, and had been rather restrictive on that occasion, though quite friendly. (In fact, at the hallowed or hollow place I had never taken or seen her.) Recently she had messaged me, and when I spoke to her she said she had taken an apartment in Banyan Tree Bank and she was having some accomplices too with her.
As such, I met her last week.
The place itself is mysterious and exciting, adding to the experience. The apartment is in a building which is not very new but still only partly completed, with some construction work going on. It is at the end of an alley leading away from the famous flyover in Banyan Tree Bank. The surroundings too are dicey, like obscure neighbourhoods found in areas like Maradana, Grandpass etc. When one enters the building through a narrow doorway, a short corridor leads to a lift, cement smell wafting through one's nostrils. The lift goes up 5 or 6 floors but the rendezvous is on the 3rd. When you exit the elevator on the 3rd, there is a small lobby with a couple of corridors leading away from it. Now the ambience is not "thrada" but cozy. Down these corridors there are posh looking numbered doors of apartments. Going up a dicey building in a dicey area and encountering this, was serendipitious, and gave me the' Jack and the Bean Stalk' vibes.
The apartment itself was small and cozy and I noticed two bedrooms. As we were readying for action, Tunes-Jar said that one of her accomplices was there in the other room and a third was not present that day. I asked to see her accomplice in the other room, and she made an appearance at the doorway, and lo and behold, it turned out to be Pretty Foxy Hen (PFH) also ex-Ron Chandragupta's Ash, the cunning, avaricious, nymph, very pretty, with lovely, well kept feet. I had tried to have FS with PFH at the hallowed or hollow place but had given up after trying it standing due to the difference in height. She had also acted scared to do it, after having promised, at a so called VIP place, her next port of call. Later she had stood me up after agreeing to meet me 'outside'. Recently she had had the gumption to ask me for 200 K, after which I had blocked her on the phone. Still I was pining to have her all to myself, on a real bed, in the privacy of a room, because of her elusive, foxy, pretty nature. She'd easily pass of as a Thai girl because of her complexion and slim build and general appearance.
Well, I guess PFH was as surprised to see me as I was to see her and given what had gone on between us, she was shocked too. She told Tunes-Jar she already had an appointment. As for Tunes-Jar, she was slightly miffed, as I had tried to give her the miss. So diplomatic of me. And since I was going to proceed with her, she told me to have a wash and left the room.
Not a bad bathroom which was attached, with a sealed piece of soap, and a fresh towel. When I came back into the bedroom, Tunes-Jar was back, and having resumed her nice disposition, she hugged me and started kissing my body sensuously. Soon we were in bed. She was looking petite and cute. Incidentally she has nice, well kept feet too though not as nice as PFH's. This time around, she did DFK with me but it was still a CBJ. She said she was about to have a lady's day and discouraged me from having DATY.
<<Murder on the dance floor .
We soon started the big job. First she rode me and then when I was about to do her in missionery, with the legs in the air, she exclaimed unintelligibly, and I noticed a red patch of some liquid on her thigh near the gory hole. As for the raincoat, it was red. I thought it had been white originally. I proceeded to pump her as it was the most important consideration at that time. She moaned and enjoyed it too, as I came as well. Later she said that her periods had just started. So after all she had not lied to me to prevent me from dining at the why.
While doing the job, she was feeling good, and told me that she'd arrange PFH for me the next time. Well that next time was later on the same day, but that is another story.
Ready to leave, I hugged Tunes-Jar and planted a vacuum like kiss on her forehead. She was hugging me back like a python.
As I left, there was no sign of PFH. Guess she was watching me on the sly, relieved to see me leave.
Experience: 7.5/10.
Cost: 10 K + 2.5 K.
They have to pay 15 k a day for the apartment (s), which explains the 2.5 K.
Jack and the Bean Stalk | Episodes 2 and 3 | Pretty Foxy Hen
<<Episode 2.
As I left the Jack and the Bean Stalk place after the tango with Tunes-Jar, I was ruing that I had missed again an opportunity of doing it on a real bed with privacy, with Pretty Foxy Hen.
And I am no superman. Meaning, throwing (financial) caution to the wind, I had a good mind to go back there the same day for Pretty Foxy Hen (PFH), but I was wondering if I would have any firepower left for the day.
There was also the doubt if PFH would agree to see me. This time I seemed to have cornered her well and truly, as I had located her at a service place, and she was duty bound to provide service. Still, being the foxy hen she is, she could escape through the sofit below or above her.
Finally I messaged Tunes-Jar asking to see PFH late evening, by when, I thought, I would have regained some firepower. She sent a voice clip, agreeing. I had reconfirmations twice later, since PFH could stand me up once again.
Approaching the dicey building, I called Tunes-Jar and there was no answer. I thought PFH had stalled it. I still went up the bean stalk, and knocked on the door. It opened, of course, and much to my relief, it was a welcoming PFH who stood at the door. Behind her was the petite form of Tunes-Jar.
This time I entered the room of Pretty Foxy Hen. The bed was not made up after the previous match, I guess. PFH gave me a towel which was obviously used by the previous guy. How I managed, I will save you the details of. Even the piece of soap in the attached bathroom was used.
Still I was excited to be finally doing it properly with this elusive, cunning beauty with exquisite, feminine feet.
It was very exciting when, after some sensuous kissing of my body, she stood up, removed all her clothes and joined me on the bed, stark naked, looking so lovely and exciting. The moment I had been waiting for.
She did a CBJ and the lay down on the bed, telling me, "Now you do something. " She obviously meant DATY, which I did promptly. She then asked me to lie down, face up, and then kneeled above me with her sis positioned over my mouth, for DATY to resume. I figured that she likes he sis to be well and truly serviced. By the way, she has a very nice looking sis.
She did not allow DFK.
And then on to the big job. We tried cow girl, missionery and then reverse cow girl, te latter for a very long time. I have to admit I could not cum. A handjob with sensuous kissing too did not work, in spite of a valiant effort by PFH. No firepower. (Not enough recovery time from the previous episode of the day, at the same place, with Tunes-Jar. Please see previous report on that.
Still I was happy for the experience, to have been in bed with her, for real.
While I was dressing up to leave the place, PFH got a call, probably from one of the guys caught in her web and mesmerized by her, and she told, like a mom talking to her grumbling kid, "OK then, make a video call," and when the sorry guy called, she waved at him and cut the call. Though I have always wanted so much to have her in bed, I have been equally determined at all times not to get caught in her spider web.
I hugged her like a constrictor and planted many kisses on her forehead and cheeks and she really liked it, grinning all the time. Then I went down in the elevator and disappeared into the nighly rumpus of Banyan Tree Bank.
Experience: 8/10, in spite of not culminating.
Cost: 10 K + 2.5 K (She did demand a little more for doing a BBJ but I told her I had brought only.
<<Episode 3.
It was 2 days later, on a Saturday morning, when I saw a message on my phone, asking how I was. It was a number I had not saved but guessed it was from PFH. I called the number and she asked in a voice of a girl-friend wanting to be petted and pacified, what I was doing, and when I would come again. In any case, I had been wanting to see her, with firepower.
So that afternoon, I was back at the apartment door. No answer to my knocking but PFH answered the phone and assured she'd be there soon. Presently by I heard girly giggles and laughing voices, coming up or down to the lobby there. Tunes-Jar was startled when she saw me at the door; guess PFH had not told her that I had come.
This time PFH was fully into it, happy to see me. She even had a visible discharge from her glory hole, cased by DATY. Though she didn't allow DFK, while drilling her in missionery, I fored it on her, which she ultimately enjoyed. I did cum this time. In fact, as my junior entered her, she commented, "Today it's fine. You came here early today, noh."
Well, she's the cunning, foxy hen, after all. While we were making out, she "invited" me to go shopping with her. I said OK, knowing very well that I would not fall into that trap.
Once again, the towel and the soap had both been used by previous assholes. Not their fault, of course. If I go there again, I will take my own towel. I always take Dettol liquid with me and therefore will not use the soap there.
I left happily.
The cost was the same as earlier. She did not demand more. (She was not in a position to ask for more either. On the phone, standing next to me, she had quoted the regular rates to another old customer of hers.).
(By the way, this building has a rooftop swimming pool, as per PFH, which could be arranged for customers at an additional cost. No, I don't think the idea is for the girls to do it in there with you.).
Now that my desire to have PFH on a real bed with privacy has been satisfied, I am in no great hurry to meet her again. I will probably block her new number too for some time. I am in no mind to go on a shopping spree with a cunning woman, and also be seen by all and sundry.
She's well worth visiting though, as long as you protect your balls.
Happy mongering brothers.
