From what I gathered, prostitution was technically i*****l in Mexico, but it functioned openly in Tijuana in a sort of regulated “cocoon”. The c...coon was provided by the Tijuana police who were well paid “to look the other way” while, at the same time, maintained law and order so that the cash kept rolling into the whorehouses.Each whorehouse was a bar with a hotel above it, and the streets around Constitution Avenue were lined with them. The girls always took their dates exclusively to the. Hands up, Now!"I raised my arms but they fell again. Daddy smacked my thighs and i crashed on the ground. With a grunt he picked me up and looped a rope i hadn't seen hanging down from the tree branch above me between my wrist under the exsisting rope. I was now hanging from the tree, by my wrists. Daddy stepped in front of me, a man with a plan. "Today i am going to bruise you and break you. When i am done with you it is my hope you will understand without a doubt that you belong to me." He. "It appears he has stamina and excellent control. Lucky you," she said as she nodded her head at Mom."We will leave you alone for a short time so you may... Discuss things."She got up, winked at Mom, and then closed the door behind her. I heard it lock.Mom was on me in a flash. She climbed onto my lap, wrapped her arms around my neck, and mashed her mouth into mine. She shoved her tongue in my mouth and moaned as she rubbed her pussy over my bulging cock. I reached up and grabbed her heaving. It looked to have about the same proportions of a large coffin. That freaked me out, but my curiosity was raging. That's my compulsion--my fetish. Figuring out odd contraptions. I could see that the rectangular box section was hinged horizontally along one side. I had no choice. I set my beer cup on the corner of the computer table and opened the coffin.I stood there for about a minute in awe at the innards of the thing.With the top of the toilet and the box open, it was a long platform about.