100% true accounts of my Bi life. Here is a account of a quick meeting at my office.It had been quite awhile since John and I had met up for some man ...to man time. I was really getting a bad case of sexual overload and was wondering how I could take care of that itch that was burning between my legs.I was working on a Saturday morning at the shop, when my cel phone chimed and let me know I had a text message. I looked at the caller ID and is was from John. Damn was he hooked up by telepathy. But I was really adamant to have a bigger cock, guess it was my ego.Some of my friends told me to try tribal medicine,so I started searching about them..But had no luck, posted in many forums online.But one day I got a reply from a person called mulaka, he was from the andamans and he said that the juwoi could help me out.I contacted him to find more about them.He told me that they were an ancient tribe that resides on one of the islands near nicobar and all the men from the tribe had big. He misses Mum, and he hasn't started dating yet." Well, it takes everyone their own time to grieve and move on with life." Yeah, I guess." Sylvia hasn't stopped talking about you. You made a real impression. She likes you a lot. I can understand why. I can tell that you are a good person under that lovely body of yours." Well, I think she's nice too. Very friendly." That she is, when she trusts someone. I hope you two can become very good friends and have lots of fun together." She smiled. " But nothing. A slave does not say 'but' to her master. Do you want to continue incur more strokes? I think not. Now, may we continue without further argument?"Very grudgingly, but fearful for her bottom and well aware that he could add as many strokes as he wished, she mumbled, "Yes, Master." Much better," said the Emir and moved away behind her somewhere.His hands again stroked the curves of her buttocks and slipped into the cleft. Bridget had been spanked, and spanked hard, as a child; she.