The girls always took their dates exclusively to the hotel above the bar that they were working.The most striking difference that I was to find betwee... working girls in Tijuana and those here in the United States is that the Mexican cuties were all generally “good girls” compared to their American counterparts. A lot of that seems due to the difference in cultural attitudes between Mexico and the United Stares in regard to prostitution. The pathetic stereotype of a prostitute here in America. “Do you think he’ll tell me?” Sean asked.His mother answered, “I’m sure that he will. He came all this way just to talk to you.”“If you’re so sure then maybe I should talk to him,” Sean said. He saved his report. It was pretty long, but at least there weren’t many references.Lily bounded into his room and asked, “Are we going to jail?”“I hope not,” Sean said rising from his desk.“I hope so. I kind of enjoy going there,” Lily said.Sean entered the living room followed by his mother and Lily.. I'd only ever been with Gwen the one time, that Thanksgiving weekend when I gave Dawn to Ryan. But that was all the experience I needed. Her user manual was pretty simple, and I had all the procedures committed to memory. And after running my right thumb along the crease beneath her left breast and rubbing my left index finger through the valley of her butt-cleavage, I had her right where I wanted her as I slid off her body to lie beside the trembling girl.Gwen let her head fall back as I moved. We stopped riding one night at a small farm in Northern Ca. Their were other bikes in the front, and loud music from inside the house. The house was run down. Paul introduced me as his lady to all the women and guys there. Once inside we smoked crack, did some of the drops "acid" from the bottle. the night was a blur.When I woke up I had three guys laying on me, and one was still riding me hard. I wasn't going to complain I had three or four orgasms. All the guys had lots of tattoos. It was a.