Again I slid it out. I pictured Brownie getting a better grip and thrusting forward as he got 6 inches of cock in me and started humping at a speed on...y dogs seemed to achieve. I could not match that pace by impaling myself on my dildo. But I fantasized that it was Brownie thrusting at a blinding speed. Yes - fuck me boy. Come in me, Make me your bitch. I started a rhythmic fuck on the dildo getting about 8 inches of the dildo inside me. I hadn't even touched myself yet and I already had precum. What a perfect sight. We got out, dried off and I went to the masters bedroom to put on some PJ shorts. When I arrived back at the family room. Megan was sitting there with her hair in a towel, wearing a nightshirt. I sat in the overstuffed chair and Megan immediately came to sit on my lap. I told her I would dry her hair for her if she would sit at my feet. She got down and after awhile, her hair was mostly dry. Then I suggested that we could brush it out, so she got up and went for a. I got up and moved over to them, and one by one, I raised them up to their feet, raising their heads to where they were looking at me again."You know me... us? You know who we are?" I asked. I was surprised."We know of you, sir. I'm sorry, sir, but I'm afraid we have always thought of you as a legend, not really true. We are your humble servants, sir. We are at your disposal. If only you had the others with you..." He said respectfully. I grinned to myself. I didn't know what was going on here,. Ambassador Morrison was on the Satellite phone talking to the field hospital as we approached.Nimule was a third world town - by a big stretch of imagination - fourth of fifth world was more like it. It was dilapidated, poor and showing the ravages of decades of civil war. Sheets were attached to all sides of anything standing to get shade. There were hundreds if not thousands of pitched tents. The stench of feces and urine was everywhere; even from the air you could smell it.I had made Camp.