While I had been calming down over Sarah’s tricks, I wasn’t quite sure why Jess had joined us. All sorts of thoughts had popped up as we walked do...nstairs, but I was pleased to find I had the strength to ask nothing and just let the situation emerge on its own.Once we were on my floor, Steve appeared, with John tagging behind him. Jess took off the jacket and hat and handed them to John. “If you go now, Madison should be at the door to let you in. Don’t make me regret this.”Steve chimed in,. He slowly put me down and i saw that i had bled a lot as his condom was covered in my cum and blood and I started to feel stupid and ridiculous but he grabbed me and kissed me and reassured me that it was normal, and natural and beautiful. And that i was beautiful. He went to the basin and grabbed some toilet paper, wet it and walked over to me and rubbed my inner thighs, my vagina, removing dried come and blood until i was clean. We slowly dressed and he drove me home and kissed me goodnight. ..I kept emphasizing that I wanted our marriage to be happy and sexure, our sex life together to be exciting, and above all for HER to have newer and greater levels of pleasure - while, of course, I watched and participated. She insisted that I be present and nearby and be ready to terminate things if that was what she wanted or if things or people got out of hand, she became uncomfortable, etc. I agreed to these conditions of hers, naturally, and felt the same way anyway.What we finally agreed. In Tijuana, this situation was reversed. The stereotype of a Tijuana prostitute was to me of a “good girl” who was simply trying to make a living. 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 the 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.