That afternoon, we were at home making preperations for the party. I had to go upstairs to get something, and met Uncle Sharma again.Like last time, I...noticed Uncle Sharma again this time, with his cock in hand and one of my panties in his other, and rubbing it all over his face.First i got a bit angry at him, for doing that to me. But then, I remembered that after what he did, I got on this path thats been soo pleasureful. so, shouldnt I be thankful?I decided to go thank him. I got up, and. .” she stopped when a shock baton was placed on her shoulder.“Madam Johnson, you will not interrupt these proceedings. If you cannot control yourself, you will be placed in restraints.”He turned back to Jessica. “Madam Gibson, do you have an advocate? One will be provided, if needed.”Jessica, clearly overwhelmed, looked at Emily, and then back to the President. “I’ll let Aunty Emily handle this, Sir.”“Very well,” he raised his voice. “Is there an advocate for the ship? Who brings evidence of. Your hands run across my stomach where they skip down to my thighs and run under my loose skirt and between my thighs. My panties get a little moist in anticipation of your touch. My legs spread enough to allow you to caress my lacy panties and swiftly they slide off over my thighs and your fingertips rub gently my juicy clit. I moan YES as your body goes down once more and I get a little wetter waiting now as you kiss across my roasting hot flesh and lick all the way around my hips and round. I relayed her instruction to Dr. Ndenga and he got the team busy setting up tents. As the work got underway, Bonnie signed to me to follow her. Drs. Springer and Ndenga started to join us across the stream but Bonnie signaled for them to stop. She made it clear that I was to make contact with the clan and try to earn their trust. Otherwise, they would just continue to move away from the research camp, making any observation and study nearly impossible. The joint heads of the research team.