Llegas al bar, tarde y me buscas desde la puerta.Me ves y piensas “diossssssssss es ese, es guapillo y atractivo, mas de lo que pensaba”.- ¿Hola,... eres Babidy?- ¿Y tu Alicia? ¿Que tomas?- Una cola.Sacas unos papeles del bolso y un bolígrafo. Lo apoyas en la mesa y leo algunas palabras de las escritas “CONTRATO DE SUMISIÓN" " ILIMITADO" " DURACIÓN UN MES”. Al final del papel, una fotocopia del DNIMe miras fijamente a los ojos, sin pestañear y me lo entregas firmado.Dejo los papeles sobre la mesa. She put on these vinyl boots that pulled up past her knees like leather tights. Very nice.We were at a slum bar. It was a total dive, my kind of place. No one there had a job or even much of an education. Cheap beer and a good jukebox. I was throwing darts for beers with another guy. I noticed she kept a small crowd around her. She would occasionally disappear. Once she came back, her face was flushed red. I asked her what she had been up to. She said she had rubbed her clit to orgasm. . hymmmmm. … uffff………oonnnnn aur mom apne mummae daba rahi thiiii aur mast thiii fir kamal ne mom ki safai shuru keee aur kusch der baad jingle poora saaf ho gaya…. mom ki choot to marble jaisi lag rahi thiab kamal mom ke upar laet gaya aur uske mummae choosane laga .. mom mast ho gayeeeee thodi der baad mom ne kamal ko bed pe lita diya aur ghodi ban ke uska lund choosane lagi … mom ki sumo jaissi badi safed gaand ab poori meri taraf thi.. mom ki sucking ki poori awaaz aaRahiu thi.. puch puch. I'd known Dave for years. We were both amateur radio nuts, and used each other for regular Morse code practice, but until tonight we'd never met. My company had sent me out of town for work, and I was able to arrange an extra night away. Dave insisted I stay at his house. I had to admit to some curiosity, and accepted without thinking about it too much.Dave was ten years older than me. I knew this quite accurately, because it happened that our birthdays matched. It's tough to have a party on.