Swinging Faila (30) escort Sumner

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Where to start with Faila? She's the girl you want to keep all to yourself. But that wouldn't be fair to her and she deserves all the praise she gets.Faila had been on the top of my MUST see list since getting into the hobby recently. It took some persistence on my end to schedule a date with her as she keeps a close circle of friends and has a limited schedule. Luckily my persistence paid off and I finally got to meet her and have seen her several times since our first date. Non-vips RUN to see this girl.

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I had originally booked to see Faila at the same hotel on 26 October. She said she couldn't give me a phone number as she was about to get a new mobile, but she would be in touch again by E-mail, nearer the actual date.More than a week passed and, by the day before the appointment, I had still heard nothing. I E-mailed her again and told her that if I had not heard from her by the time I was due to leave home (about 11 a.m. the following morning), I would have to assume our appointment was off, as I had no wish to make a long journey for no reason.I eventually had a phone call from Faila at about 1.30 p.m., by which time, I had unpacked my bags, cancelled the hotel and made alternative plans for the weekend. Her excuse was that, having no computer of her own, she had to wait until her brother was out of the way until she could use his. Looking back, I should have asked her why she could not have phoned me or at least provided me with a number where I could contact her.Despite the implausibility of her excuses, I failed to heed the alarm bells and being a mere male who lets his dick do his thinking for him, I re-scheduled our meeting for Friday 15 November.Faila again failed to keep her promise of contacting me nearer the date, so I phoned her before leaving home and she assured me that our meeting was still on and that she was looking forward to meeting me.Faila arrived nearer to 8 p.m. than the agreed time of 7.30 p.m., offering the unlikely story that she had got lost in the hotel. What made it unbelievable was that she said she had used the hotel before and, in any case, I had given her clear directions to the room, which was on the ground floor close to reception.When she entered the room, I attempted to give her a welcoming peck on the cheek, but she shied away from even this minimal contact. Almost immediately, spotting the bottle of wine I had on ice, she said: "Let's open that!"Now, call me old-fashioned, but, in my experience, most ladies wait to be offered a drink. Normally, I find that a leisurely drink helps relax the situation when mneeting someone in such intimate circumstances for the first time, but what followed defied belief.I won't claim that Faila drank all the wine, but, outdrinking me by a ratio of at least 2 to 1, she made sure we polished the bottle off well inside half an hour. When that was gone, she produced from her bag an almost full bottle of vodka. When I suggested that it might last a little longer if we had some mixers to go with it, she went to the bar and brought back two pint glasses of Coke.Faila continued to drink at an incredible pace, comfortably outdistancing me once more. All this time, while I was sitting in an armchair, she sat, looking very tense, on the edge of the bed. About every ten minutes, dhe got up and dashed into the bathroom where she renained for five minutes or more.I usually have no problems making conversation with strangers, but as Faila seemed determined to turn every topic I brought up into an argument, I was finding this increasingly difficult. The whole situation was spinning out of control and I have to admit, I just didn't know how to retrieve it.As I always do, I had put the envelope with Faila's fee on a side table, for her to pick up at her leisure. During one of her numerous trips to the bathroom, it occurred to me that she had not noticed it and that this was causing the tension between us. I therefore took advantage of one of her toilet breaks to place the envelope on the bed near where she had been sitting. I did not see her pick it up, but she clearly did so at some point and presumsbly put it in her handbag.Eventually, when all the vodka had gone (this was maybe 2 1/2 hours after her arrival), Faila suddenly said: "Get stripped and I'll give you a massage". Foolishly believing the action was about to begin (up to this point, there had still been NO physical contact between us), I obeyed.Meanwhile, Faila found it necessary to visit the bathroom yet again (God, I wish I'd kept count!). She returned dressed only in bra and panties and proceeded to give me exactly TWO strokes of a BBBJ. She then lay alongside me on the bed. Figuring the next move to be mine, I began to fumble with her bra strap, whereupon she rolled away from me, falling off the bed and hitting the floor with a fearful thump.I was concerned that she might have hurt herself, but she quickly got up and, surprise, surprise, dashed into the bathroom once more. When she returned about ten minutes later, she was fully dressed and gave me a cock-and-bull story about having received a phone call from her brother to tell her that her mother had discovered what she was doing and that she had to return home immediately.As I lay, still naked, on the bed, trying to take in this latest turn of events, she gathered up most of her belongings and was gone. I say "most of her belongings", because, such was her hurry to get away, she left behind a skirt, a large bath towel of her own, a bottle of baby lotion and four condoms.In view of accusations that have since been made, I must emphasise that I searched the room thoroughly and she did NOT leave behind the envelope containing my.The following day, on my way home, I received the most bizarre of text messages, which I reproduce here in full, exactly as received:"God ur gonna regret wot uv done. Uv messed with the wrong person this time u freak. I sugest u cal me a. s. a. p. or i tel the cops u robbed me, with ur room no"A couple of days later, I received an E-mail from an associate of Faila's, informing me that she was accusing me not only of 'stealing' money that rightfully belonged to me but of taking her wallet and credit cards as well.The most charitable interpretation that can be put on this episode is that, in her haste to get away, she scattered my money and her wallet behind her somewhere, either in the hotel, in the street or in her taxi. That, however, does not alter the fact that she left with my money, money that she took on a promise of delivering a service which she never delivered.I have since learned, from a reliable source, that this lady has used the tale about her mother finding out about her activities befor, so I am NOT inclined to take the charitable view. I believe this was no more or less than a carefully planned scam from start to finish.Shortly after the incidents I have described, Faila pulled her three (very good) Field Reports and announced that she would be taking a break from escorting. If that had remained the case, I would not have published tis FR. However, she has now reinstated her FRs, so I must assume she is back in business.Be warned. This lady is a liar and a thief. Avoid at all costs.