Empire Spa Yonkers: 347-670-5888 JoJo 1/12/2019 (Moderator please correct me if posting in Westchester thread isn't sensible.) Third visit, 3rd provider. I called just before midnight on Saturday and asked manager if 12:05 arrival was ok for 60 minute session. "Ok, come soon." Midnight arrival was the latest allowed (and on way out I was asked to arrive no later than 11 PM - read on.) The storefront was covered behind a solid metallic security grill; looked closed. No doorbell but I was spotted by camera; then up clanked the grill. Manager and I knew each other's first names. Joked a bit as we walked to private room, and she left. Soon a slender shapely K-land lady entered and gave me a peck and hug. To my eyes JoJo was prettiest yet, slender, 32C, 5'6, about 115 lbs, light in the butt, flat stomach, toned arms or legs, athletic, mid-late-30s, dark hair to mid-back, lighter-than-porno makeup, nice skin, 4" stilettos and a light-colored two-piece sleeveless top / yoga-pants combo. I quite liked her look. She was friendly, accommodating and take-charge. As always, I was too stressed and exhausted for conversation. Her English was minimal but sufficed. Straight-forward light massage during TS. (A cute tall brunette came into shower room smiling and chatty, to fetch something - I though hmmm, next time.) JoJo's TS helped me unwind a bit. (I really should go to my favorite TuiNa place on 106th and Bway for a heavy deep-tissue massage before hobbying - but then I'd be in Manhattan and sure wouldn't return to Deadchester for FS.) To the sauna briefly then the room. JoJo took the house 70 to manager; returned for more light massage progressing to cat bath and Nuru moves without gel. Nice fondling of the troika while I was on hands and knees. Neither of us talked menu or money at the flip. I could tell there would be no kissing and not much breast fondling after some sauna play. Asked in vain for bbbj, got 'no' as expected. I was pleased with her brief cat-bath. But her CBJ she could not top Esa's 'half-cover BJ / cat-bath' as reported for the last visit. The cover appeared and lips worked my length. Unfortunately I've been having ED issues and all these non-GFE providers must work the pump continuously to keep me 80-90% inflated. All the Empire ladies have been diligent and suffer hand fatigue. JoJo started the covered penetration positions. She has two modes - off and pile-driver. I commend her gym routines that develop such wham-bam athleticism; consequently her CG and RCG felt auto-pilot. I motioned for manual re-inflation which she diligently achieved. We switched to mish but I wasn't sufficiently 'up for it' to fully engage. Damn. I said to finish with hands and work the prostate. She worked pleasurably and voiced encouragement. Got close to unloading on very pretty breasts. She was arching away to avoid face-splat, but I knew I wasn't gonna release that way. I stood up to work myself as she leaned back on table, legs spread, knees up, kitty at the table edge. The most erotic part of the encounter was viewing one very gorgeous shaved kitty. It seemed almost irresistibly edible; but not in the clinch. I was vigorously polishing JoJo's oiled thighs in broad strokes with a tool at 95%, almost getting to splash on kitty. Didn't happen, time is tight. I said 'ok we tried - and you're up past your bedtime' which I'm sure she didn't understand. I knew she was tired. She got the hot towel, dutifully wiped me down, and pleasantly dressed me garment by garment. I had told her that 'I need to see my doctor' sometime earlier in the encounter. While I didn't say 'you did fine' like I said to Esa, I asked 'what's your tip?' Gave JoJo 130 as requested. I think I'm getting a reputation, or maybe a medical chart here at Empire. I have tried hobbying despite Whole Life Catastrophe demands in my life all year. I've been telling myself 'damn the psychology' 'distract yourself' 'throw money at it'. I'm in my late 60's and it's clear now. I need a referral from my urologist to an ED specialist for a neurovascular work-up. Too often the blue pills aren't enough. On my way out the manager suggested the latest I should arrive is 11:00 PM. Yup, they know their customer. The girls must hope their typical midnight client is a quick 'one and done', to go beddie-bye by 1:00 AM.