In the five years that I consequently spent frequenting Tijuana whorehouses, I saw no indication of d**g activity at all. In fact, the drinks that th... prostitutes drank in the bar were deliberately watered down. I had the feeling that prostitution in Mexico was just another way of making a living, as is being a butcher, a baker, or a candlestick maker. This difference in cultural attitudes toward prostitution between the two countries, along with the abundance of American dollars in Tijuana. His shorts were tenting already as he dimmed the overhead light, leaving just the soft light in the background. Stephanie was slower than Kyle, timid about being naked in front of a boy for the very first time. Finally she stepped out of her slip. Kyle saw her silhouette in the back light."My God, you are beautiful, even like that." Thank you." She reached behind her, unclasped her bra and allowed it to fall from her arms. Stephanie's breasts were perfectly shaped, fit nicely into a "b" cup,. They were not glaringly obvious, but, none-the-less, they could not be ignored. She reached behind her to unhook her brassiere, let it slide down and off her arms. Pretty, small, symmetrical breasts, not quite a B cup, high on her chest, marred by more – many more – of those scars. Thumbs in the waist-band of her demure panties to push them down, bending at the waist to do so, but looking up at me, to watch my expression. Nude, she turned in front of me, revealing long marks of beatings on her. Wow ? what the hell was that about. I noticed that e-mail was send by Cindy. ‘That was amazing! After our little action, I was so hot that I stayed behind and masturbated until I came! I really hope that was not the last time we had such fun! Cheers ~Cindy’ Just as I finished reading, Nadine entered the office. She walked to her desk, without saying anything. She must be embarrassed of what happened, or felt afraid to talk to me. She took her coat of, and revealed a blue-green airy blouse.