"I've sketched out some plans, but we need to sit down together. They're also bringing some satellite photos and topographical maps that should help u... with our decisions."Jeff and Frank waved to Wainwright's crew, mounted their trusty buzz box and turned around. When they reached the parking area, six people — three men and three women — were waiting for them.After introductions, Jeff said, "Let's go inside and sit down where we can discuss this in comfort. My wife fixed homemade doughnuts. The early work seemed to be anime art, later changed to erotic art, drawings and photography. "The history of futanari art" was a book she had published.And now she wanted a nude picture of me. I noticed that I got excited. At least a little bit. Better to send one where I am shaved? Uh... Japanese like it hairy... but what do they prefer for white europeans? Shaved, I think.Better a picture where my cock is a little bit swollen? Or completely stiff?I finally found the photo I considered to be. Deep breath. Did she really want to do this? Deep breath, yes. She walked up the stone walkway to the door of the half-timbered house and rang the bell. After a moment, the varnished oak door opened and a man, salt and pepper hair, tall and powerfully built, looked her up and down before saying, “hello?”. “You don’t know me, exactly,” after finding her voice, she said, “but I would like to talk to you, if you have a minute.”He tilted his head, a questioning look on his face. “I have seen you. He sat with his head on the edge of the basin and to spice things up I removed my coverall, revealing a small 'tank-top' that cut just under my smallish breasts, I should mention, bare breasts, as the smallest brassieres, were still to large for them, although my nipples were very prominent, and now being alone with a man, to enact a sexual scenario to please my voyeuristic uncle, did make me horny and a tad uncontrollable.As I gently washed him, I gave him an ample view of my budding breasts,.