En cours de chargement...
A half-hour later, Jason Vargas was lying naked on his bunk when he saw a beautiful, young black woman approaching the iron bars of his cell. She wearing a red, knee length skirt, white blouse, black boots. She had luscious dark eyes, and large full breasts. She stood there for a minute then nodded at the guard. He then unlocked the metal door and watched as the beautiful, young whore went inside."Buenos Dias, " greeted the little prostitute, "My name is Carmen.
I understand that you would like to do some business with me."Jason smiled at the young woman, and said, "Yes.""Do you have money?" she inquired."Yes, how much do you want?"Carmen thought for a second, and said, "Ten dollars American."The prisoner reached into his pocket and pulled out several bills, "I've got eighteen dollars. You can have it all, if you extra nice to me.""Si, Señor, " smiled the young whore, "I love you real good."Carmen then went and took the green blanket off of his bed, and folded it.
Next, she placed the blanket on the grimy, gray concrete floor in front of him. The young slut then knelled down."Oh, Dios Mio! You are very big, " she said, with a giggle. Jason knew that he had nothing to be ashamed of, but he took her words with a grain of salt. It seemed that every prostitute he had run into had said the same thing. He just assumed that it was standard practice for the whores in Colombia, to say that to all of their customers.