"Jared, did your mother spank you for being disrespectful?" Um... y-yeah, I mean..."She snapped her fingers again. "Speak to me with respect, young m...n. You're in enough trouble as it is. " Yes," he said, "yes, ma'am." I want to hear you say it. How did your mother discipline you when you were disrespectful toward women?" She... she spanked me, ma'am."The other ladies laughed with joy at this, but Mrs. Davis kept a straight, stern face. "Did it work? Was that punishment effective?"Jared. Those who would like to get in touch, my mail id is My long journey has finally brought me to the andamans, am here to meet the juwoi tribe as they seem to be the last people who could help me out with my problem.The problem began when I went to a whore for a session.On seeing my cock she told me that it’s below average, and me being the egoistic male couldn’t stand that.I decided that day to do something about it.I checked online found many devices and medicines but nothing worked…Consulted. ” I close the door behind me before he has a chance to reply. The music is thumping as I walk down the steps. I’m dying of thirst and so ready to get my drink on. I maneuver to the bar, where Jason is working. He doesn’t even ask me what I want, he quickly makes me my drink. I thank him and begin to scan the room of party people. I spot a group of guys kind of at the side of the dance floor. They’re all talking to each other, but looking around the room too. Maybe they’re looking for ladies to. I was good friends with all of the guys and there was no way that I would have made a pass at any of their women. But I couldn't explain the lipstick on my underwear or the bra and panties on the floor. I couldn't remember a damned thing.I picked up the bra and looked at it. The little tag sewn into the sidepiece in the back told me that the size was 38DD and that pretty much told me whose bra it was. Mary Ellen McPhearson was the only one at the party with a rack like that, but that made no.