Vicky and I had packed enough clothes to get us to Sunday.I needed to be back Sunday, no matter what happened in Minneapolis. The C5 and all the thing... were going to Kampala on Monday. All the arraignments except for a couple of things had been made.Marcy, Lorrie, and Vicky were going to carry Robin and Rachael to get gowns suitable to wear to the Ambassadors gala. I had called Ambassador’s Furnell and Dansky to ask if it was acceptable to bring my guest to the gala after I had explained how. I had seen some pretty girls in the park by my house, but they were too bottle blonde and air-brushed for my taste. What I craved was a dominate woman who would take me by my ponytail and throw me on the bed, rip my thong from my body and…. I had to brush those thoughts away as I felt my itty bitty thong become saturated. Now was time to work, not play. I had all night for that. I freed my breasts and feeling horny and mischievous, sauntered around my house clad only in my moist thong. I. I was hoping today, you can take care of it for me,” Uncle Pete urged.I asked, “You want to watch me again while you jack off?”“No hon, I want you to do it for me. I am so hard and I think you can get the practice you’re gonna need by doing it for me” he answered. He then patted the bed beside himself and encouraged me, “Come sit Britt and you can do it from right here beside me.”I was nervous but excited. I wanted to touch his dick. Even though I had rubbed my boyfriend’s much smaller hard on. Ruth took the bar of soap, moved behind me and began to wash me from the shoulders. Leaning forward against the tiles, I felt her soapy hands work their way down my back and across my buttocks. She used her hands to push my legs apart, then rubbed her slippery fingers across my asshole. “Woaaaa”, I jumped. “Turn around”, was Ruth’s only response. Ruth sat back on her heels and gazed at my ramrod cock, “Well hello Percy, have you missed little Ruth?”. “You wouldn’t believe how much. Every time I.