In one of those many months when the wind does not blow in your favor over the account, I was offered a job during the holidays in one of those luxury brothel where working all day, without rest or a moment.
I reached the place alone without knowing the work I expected and not knowing that he played me some, then got it .. late!, and after I realized that I used to do, half disheveled and air speed.
She was going to be my companion for exactly 19 days. Then I saw it was one of those high-class prostitutes, at first no one talked much work we were doing, seemed right in their ways and even was simpática.Las hours were going until we emerged from one of those conversations made I forgot for a few seconds we were working in the brothel and it seems that we were in a "Palace" and because we were not prostitutes but princesses.
After that conversation I sensed that something somewhere had lit a hole in those who had forgotten her work and friendship is a treat, but notes these carnal odors with food, or sex if with sex, we worked in a brothel, do not forget, a pleasure after all.
This companion besides giving pleasure has a heart of those half hysterical you do: love and respect.
I envy you having known her.
goes for you jaque_mate
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