Just returned home from six nights in Vegas. Two outstanding 2 hour sessions with younger, sexually charged, voracious ladies. Lost more than my fair share gaming. They call it gaming, I call it losing. Drop dead tired, fortunately had 3 full more days off before back to work. Still had a little left in the fun money account, went online to see what might be available. OMG, Persia Monir was visiting Washington, DC. WTF, shot her an E-mail and got a response within a few hours. Rates, availability, asked me to text back. Well within what I was prepared to spend and asked for a 2 hour meet on Sunday at 9 AM. Also asked for location as it was nearly an hour drive from home. Confirmation immediately, date and time set, name of hotel and street address. Giddyup.
Have a thing for dark haired, exotic, large breasted ladies with few limits behind closed doors. Have seen some of her work and started counting the hours. Light traffic that morning, arrived early. Sent text for room number, text back with a little problem.
Late night it said, could I give her a little time. Responded OK. Forty five minutes later room number was sent and asked me to come up. No problem in lobby, elevator available, her room just a few steps away.