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Another example of "great" bedside😒 manner.

Jersey jock has put an entirely different slant on the events of the overnight he had with his client. And I am inclined to believe him unless the client can refute his account. I find it hard to believe someone would mistake a backpack, unless they were the identical model which is extremely unlikely.

There is no simple across the board rule in my experience but I haven't stepped foot in a stripper bar since the pandemic started. Prior to that each establishment had its own etiquette and then individual dancers interpreted that in their own way. You won't see signs posted " no sucking of dancers." But you can get a pretty good feel for how things go just by observing, asking people both clients and dancers, and just basically trial and error. As the judge says, it doesn't hurt to ask.

For a time there was a two tier price policy, 10$ for vanilla and 20$ for all dressed, so to speak. Eventually it was 20$ across the board.

My memory is starting to fade a little on the exact sequence of events but I do remember Stock when it was located on St. André below Ste. Catherine. They moved to the corner on Montcalm and Ste Catherine when I was living on Montcalm, maybe around 2005. Certainly I remember 2003 as that was when Campus made major changes in their layout with many more booths that had curtains and certainly facilitated play. Later the curtains came down, sadly, and it wasn't quite the same. Taboo had side by side benches with no barriers at that time so very little happened beyond fondling. There was Adonis as well but much smaller upstairs where the booths were. The area at the back was not very private. Imo, the early 2000s were the halcyon days if you were looking for some wild fun.

Ive had great encounters the last year and been pleased that many are great kissers and follow through on the rest. Regarding Covid, once I'm satisfied that they seem to be reasonable risks based on their profiles and our chats before setting a date, I just forget about the dangers posed by kissing. So far so good.

I don't know why this should surprise anyone who has experience going back several decades. But I understand that doesn't include everyone on this forum. I still visit Montreal on a semi regular basis but recently have not been drawn to the Village. The surroundings downtown are more upscale and I have adapted to the internet and Rentmen. Still, I recall the old thrill of the hunt and do miss it.

In the old days (20 years ago) you could regularly expect to give a blow job once you donated at least $60. There were no women except on ladies night so no distractions for these mostly straight dancers. If you spent more than $100 you could often get the guys to cum if they were not about to dance again. This was mostly at Campus, I never much fancied the other strip joints which numbered another 3 or 4. I even got the cute bartender at the back bar at Campus to cum in my mouth. Those were the days!

A friend of my brother had a 61 or 60 Austin Healey Le Mans which you could only tell from its aluminium body and louvres on the hood. It was fun for short runs but I can imagine not on long road trips.

Whatever do you mean?

When I was young, I was impressed by the odd English cars that were driven in Montreal (rare because the harsh climate wasn't kind to English cars at that time) because they had yellow/orange turn signals that popped out of the side of the car between the door posts to signal a right or left turn. I think they were lit so you could see them at night too. I'm sure in the winter they probably froze in place with the ice. But they worked fine in the summer.

One little correction. As his ad says, he's been on RM since August, 2021. That's when I first noticed his ad.

Oh well, you just missed the most signifiant thing to happen to humanity in the 20th century. Just to satisfy your carnal desires. Callow youth.

I suppose that was supported by the tobacco lobby. Lol

I met with Trev in Montreal last fall when he was new on RM. Had a couple of sessions and then he went to Puerta Valarta for the winter. He's based in Toronto. We stay in touch occasionally. He's a nice guy. Very interesting background and intelligent too. Very dynamic in and out of the bedroom. PM me if you have any questions.

As I've gotten older I enjoy trying deep throating any and all partners. The bigger the size, the more of the challenge to get right down to the pubes. And hold it there while my eyes are streaming. Ah, ecstasy.

When people could smoke anywhere in the aircraft cabin, they had to wait until the no smoking sign went off after takeoff. Since the heavy smokers had perhaps not had a cig for maybe close to an hour since departing the airport lounge, there would be a mad rush to light up and the plane cabin would be filled with blue smoke. ugh! What a way to start a flight, choking on second hand smoke. Yes, I was never a smoker. That is one way in which flying has become more pleasant, if only the only way I can think of.

I'm glad he doesn't list anal. That beer can he shows is supersized.

Their reviews include one who consistently reviews male escorts available to men. Also amongst their likes they list anal but not pussy. That is strange. Lol.

It's nice to hear Oliver is still accepting cash. Lol.

Where did they come up with the name Beaverbrook? It's such an iconic Canadian name created for Sir Max Aitken, a Canadian self made millionaire, who was elevated to the peerage and made Lord Beaverbrook by King George V. He became one of the great press barons in England and was Winston Churchill's right hand man in the wartime government, in charge of aircraft production, which saved Britain in the war. When he died his son refused the title which was rightfully his saying, there was only one Lord Beaverbrook.

The only time I picked up mail at the AMEX office was in Paris in 1969. A letter from my mother.That was in early summer. Shortly after, amazing things happened; men landed on the moon, Ted Kennedy drove off a bridge and killed a woman, and Charles Manson went on a killing rampage in LA. I would pick up Time magazine on my voyage to follow events. No access to radio or TV as I was a hitchhiker that summer touring Europe.

The 17 inches have cum and gone and it was great to see and feel them working in tandem. Also attached to incredibly nice hunks who made an otherwise dreary April afternoon pass by most pleasurably.

Paying cash for jewelry can be a form of money laundering.

I've arranged a threesome tomorrow where 17 inches on the invited will help augment my average appendage. Bringing the three of us above the national average for Canada, which I assume is around the American stats.