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It happened one afternoon at the last minute. I was her last client and with the excuse that she didn’t want to attend to anyone else, she closed the door with a pestillo. As always we were alone, while she cut my hair trying to touch her body against mine, especially her genital fan. I could smell the sweetened axilas of him while he looked at him through the mirror, which excited me greatly. While he attended me, we talked about how difficult life is and about how expensive it is to rent or buy a home. He told me that he lived there, in a quarter that he had in the back room of his premises. He spoke Spanish very badly, but he could understand him. When he finished cutting my hair, I paid him with a fifty euros ticket, but he told me that he had no change there, and that he had to go looking for him in the quartcho in which he slept. He opened a small door and invited me to pass while he was looking for money from the change in the drawers of a rickety furniture that he had undoubtedly collected from the street. The quarter where he lived was small, dirty and sordid. As soon as he had about six square meters, a dirty mattress on the floor, with the yellowish sheets of not having washed for months, a television, a couple of chairs and a table. On the table, food remains, dirty vessels and an ashtray full of pumps. In a corner there was a door that communicated to a tiny bathroom, with a shower and dirty as it was expected. It smelled strongly to sweat

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I cut my hair into his barbershop for several months. It was a small, cheap, dirty, smelly place even. The owner was a man of about fifty -five years, fat and beam, with a prominent bald, dark skin, fleshy and ugly lips such as those of a toad and murky and libidinous look. He smelled strongly to sweat. There were normally other customers waiting, but sometimes I was alone and, while I cut my hair, I could notice how the very pig was spread against me. As a side, I looked at his package and relate to seeing that huge lump tight and tense in my pants. When this happened, he returned home and tried immediately.

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