The strange thing I noticed with the tribe was the males had their eyes always on me and were always trying to get close to me every time I interacted...with them.Sensing that my body was the only way for me to get things done I made a plan.I privately visited the village head Arkau and with the minimal exposure of my cleavage, he permitted me to attend the deity festival.To attend the festival I had to enter the temple topless along with the village women and perform rituals.Next morning on the. She was perfect in every way. He reached out, and parted the fleshy lips, to find the petals within. Her erotic perfume was heady, and his mouth watered. He found the pearl of her desire, and stroked it gently. A moan was heard in the confines of the bathroom, but neither of them was sure who made the sound of desire. He stood, and shut the water off in the large tub. He stepped in, and held his hand out for her to join him. She placed her hand in his, and indeed joined him in the. He was sucking a cock while a nearly naked woman was whipping his ass with a riding crop. The lady wielding the crop was barely dressed — only wearing black, six inch, fuck-me stiletto heels and matching stockings. I could not see Monica's hands, so I assumed that she was busy pleasuring herself while watching the video. I also could not see the lady's face in the video, as she had her back to the camera while whipping the man's ass. But her ass was quite a site--very lovely and quite. I still preferred girls, but something about letting someone forceful and confident direct the action appealed to me.At this point I had only ever had sex twice. Both were prostitutes. I was terrible talking to girls. Making it explicitely about sex made things much easier. The conversation felt free and relaxed. Lonely as I was, I enjoyed the conversation as much as the sex. I would have kept doing that if I could have afforded it.Then there was the day I needed a haircut. I can't remember if.