We still had four days before I was leaving for Uganda but I wanted my people out of here before the shit hit the fan. The investigation and follow up...hearings would take months. It would only be a matter of hours before all the questions started, if not sooner.Once the media was allowed access they would be interviewing everyone that looked important or in a suit, increasing the chance for someone to slip up and say something they should not. That was one reason I allowed the DHS people in so. Well of course he then told me he knew I was at least bisexual and did from time to time see me wear short skirts and panties. We looked at each other and both said it was great to unload our little secret. I agreed with him and also told him that he did look good in a thong.With that all over it was time to watch the hockey game. Before watching he asked me if I would be comfortable if he changed to which I replied by saying, please do. So he did and came to sit on the sofa by wearing a shear. “I don’t want that yet”, I barked at you, “stand over by the trestle and wait for my instructions!”. That took the smug smile from your face as you realised that I was to be the only master for the evening. You moved over to the trestle and stood there, still, with your eyes downcast. I went to the bag we’d brought with us and took out a small bottle of oil. Pouring some in my hand I first oiled the woman’s breasts with firm squeezing movements. Her tits seemed to swell and her nipples stood. I'd never seen a woman wear spectacles before."Are you lost, sweetie? Who are you?" Hello. I'm Tyballa, ma'am."I curtsied. A smile crossed her face, a wide peculiar grin. Her blue eyes glinted."Hello, Tyballa. Are you a new student? And why are you lingering in the hall looking forlorn?" Uh..." I wasn't sure what to say. She walked closer to me."Come on. Speak up sweetie. What class do you have next?"I stepped back and looked up at her. "I know not."She let out the worse half of a laugh, a.