Rachael DeMillo Reviews

Attempting to find a provider in the San Diego area that is free from both breast implants and tattoos while offering an excellent sexual experience is a difficult endeavor. I thought I had finally found the holy grail when I ran across the previous review of Rachael on TER. Non VIPS, don't waste your time or money.

A work friend game me the website address for Rachael whom he had seen in San Diego -- and so I resolve that my next trip to SD I would look her up. I arrived on a Thursday and, after settling into my hotel room near downtown, I emailed her to see if she was available. I got a reply within 20 minutes -- and after going back and forth a bit via Email, she called me on my cell. She sounded sweet and girly on the phone, not brusk and businesslike, but I could tell she was being careful. When I started to ask a few things about her services, she said that I should ask my friend if I had any doubts and she pretty much works by word of mouth. I took her word at it and set up a time to meet her that same night at a restaurant/bar in downtown San Diego. She warned me that she had fallen down and has a bruise on her leg and wanted to make sure that wasn't going to be a problem for me -- and I said unless she was in pain or something I was fine with it. Anyway, I got to the restaurant and was nervous, and she was a little late, but I was put to ease when she walked in and she waved at me (recognizing me from the photo I had sent her earlier via Email). She tells me she's 28 -- but I'd say she looks 23, tops. She is short, but really pretty -- with gorgeous eye and smile and, well, SUMPTUOUS curves in all the right places. We both had a few cocktails and I ordered some appetizers and had a fun conversation. She loves to laugh, and has a great sense of humor to me). She told me she has a degree (she told me the major) from some local college -- so I know she's educated. She wore nice clothes, and the dress was a bit low-cut to show cleavage -- but she did not look like a hooker, which was one of my concerns before she showed up. Anyway, after eating/cocktails, it was sort of warm outside and we walked down through Balboa Park along toward where my car was parked near the fountain, and I'll be damned if she didn't reach over and grab my hand and hold it, sort of interlacing the fingers. Talk about GFE. I sort of got hard as we were walking along. In the car she gave me a hug and kiss -- and we drove back through the park over to my B&B hotel in Banker's Hill. When we got in my room, ...