I think this crudely translated, more or less, as ‘I really need to get fucked.’He looked carefully at me in the taxi’s rear view mirror, and co...cluded pretty quickly that I wasn’t an undercover cop. He smiled and nodded.Thirty minutes later, we were far out in one of Santiago’s older neighbourhoods. Sharp sunlight on pale blank walls. Faceless two- and three-storey buildings hard up against concrete sidewalks. Not a tree in sight.He pulled up in front of a small, nondescript door, yanked on. I opened the door and there stood Harold with my first john. Harold told him to have fun and he would wait for him in the car.The porn was still playing on the t.v. I walked up behind him, reached around that fat belly to find his dick. "Pull your pants off. I want to touch you," I said.I stood behind him jerking him off while he watched porn. I never even got a chance to fuck him. He shot his load onto the television. He put his pants back on and without a word, headed to the car so Harold. After our bladders were emptied for the roadtrip he said?Keep your pants around your ankles and crawl on your faggot knees to theurinal. Use your left hand to play with your pussy pacifier plug and rubyour nipples with your right hand. Keep pulling the plug half out then letyour pussy lips suck it back in. Good faggot. Look up at me.?I saw his phone and knew he was recording this degrading self fuck I wasgiving myself on a men's room floor.?So If I let you take me on this trip are you going. They slowly circled one another, sizing one another up like malevolent panthers, the sheer hatred they felt toward the other showing on their faces. To both of them, the other seemed to become the embodiment of everything they despised the most about the world they lived in. Saying nothing for the moment, they stalked each other, their eyes locking together in equal amounts of cold malice. Huntress and prey appeared as if they could both expend equal amounts of energy against one another on.