The majority of them them were somewhat educated and came from good families. Some were so sexually inexperienced that they had to take their clothes...off in the bathroom to avoid the embarrassment of undressing in front of me. For me, this difference between American and Tijuana prostitutes was reflected in my experience with Tijuana girls. Overall, I found Tijuana prostitutes to be a better deal in simple terms of getting what you pay for. Tijuana prostitutes seemed much more. Using his pet name for me, he was saying things like, "Okay, squirt, it's okay ... stay cool."I was sure that I was going to have to go to the hospital and that I had a major injury. I wasn't even thinking anything about male/female as I pushed down my jeans along with my panties both at the same time. My father watched silently as I did so.I could see the mass of blood in the crotch and became scared.Then, completely naked from the waist down I threw myself down on the couch and cried to my. ”“Such a slut,” I whimpered, my pussy throbbing with bruised delight. “Please, Daddy, please, may I cum?”“No.”I shuddered at the iron in his words. His flail flicked upward again, cracking across my pussy. The wet, thudding impact echoed through the living room. My screams followed. I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting against my orgasm.I wanted to cum so badly. The agony flowed into rapture. My pussy clenched so hard, forcing out more of my juices to flood down my thighs. The ropes creaked over. She smiled but pushed me backwards and put her finger over her lips to shush me. I laughed at her and started to slowly un-button her blouse and pulled it open to view her tits sat there in her bra. I run my hands behind her and proceeded to undo her bra. I looked at her and she smiled but was shaking her head in amazement. Soon the bra fell into her lap and there were her perky tits on show. I started to play with her nipples and she started to bite her lip and smiled. I moved down and started.