I am in my mid thirties, a single mother with a four year old girl. I never wanted children, or marriage. That's true. I was quite content living alone and certainly never wanted children. But it wasn't for me to decide.

With some friends I went to Mexico to a resort in Cabo. That is where I got pregnant. He was a waiter in the dining room, and the second evening we were there, he followed me to my room after dinner. He wasn't a very big man, but he was very strong, and he twisted my wrist until I was on my knees. That is when I looked into his eyes and decided that getting raped was better than getting raped and beat up. So I stood up, and took my underwear off from under my dress, and laid out on the bed and opened my legs. He expected a fight, so he wasn't so sure as to what to do, as I lay there with my legs wide open. He took his pants off and jerked his penis until he had a hard on and got on and took his sweet time until it was time to cum, and he arched his back and pumped his cum into me with great satisfaction.

The next morning for breakfast he was very forward. My friend noticed his familiarity and told me to tell him fuck off. He owned me and he knew it and I acknowledged his place and told my friend that Mexican men liked American girls and it was no big deal. She didn't like it, but fankly he was doing what any man would do, strutting his stuff. That night I pleaded for rest and left early to my room and I let him in to do what he wanted to do. This time I let him get me totally naked and I let him have my breasts. I am not small at all, and my breasts were very white and that seemed to fascinate him. I motioned for him to get undressed, and gave him a blowjob. If he was going to fuck an American girl, he was going to find out that American girls can give the best blowjobs. After the blow job, I leaned back on the bed and opened my legs for him and he got on and this time he fucked pretty hard. Again, when it was time to cum, he just leaned back on his hands and pumped his semen into me.

I don't know if I got pregnant the first night or the second night, but I got pregnant. It wasn't my time for getting pregnant, but I guess he has pretty virulent little sperms cause they got up there and hung around until they were able to do their thing. She is four, and fortunately looks like me and not him, but has his tone in her skin color. I write him and send him pictures, I just sure he can't tell where I live, strictly paper and the letters are posted by a friend of mine from Houston. Still he should know about his daughter, even if she does not know about her father. My story is that it was lack of judgement and I leave it at that.

He owns me, he did that day while he had me by the wrist. And he knew it when he looked down on me. Not a word had to be said.