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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