This could only happen to me?..
Guy rings my new number saying we have met before, he lives behind a pub in ( quaint village next to a large town )
As I hadn't been able to transfer my old phone contacts over, I had a quick scan of my Appts book to see he was correct and I would be happy to see him again..( public book I leave in my Car during a booking, so no personal notes )
Gets to the quaint village and oddly the Pub was on my right-not left as I'd thought. The ginnel behind the Pub that led to his home was different and-didn't he live in a little Terrace and NOT an Appt I had to climb outside steps to? The answer came when I saw him drunkenly lurch towards me - same postcode ( practically ) DIFFERENT village ( both began with W ) and the Client was not the sweet guy I'd thought I was visiting, but one of the worst bookings I had ever had..
Long story short, I pretended I remembered him fondly ( though it had ended badly, he was a complete nasty Prick ) and made the best of it..he appeared to be too drunk to do anything except stagger around making Coffee and offering cake ( and I had driven 43 miles for this )
Suffice to say being Anally rammed with a dry finger put an end to any hopes of a cordial intercourse. Social or bloody otherwise

*I should add that I don't receive Anal play, nor deep fingering and we were just chatting as I sat on his knee. His action was aggressive and meant to antagonise me. C**T
