“Oh no, don’t do that today. He is upset enough,” Amy replied.“OK, I have work to do and time is running out,” I replied.I paged Ambassador ...oe Bernardi at the Kampala embassy. I guess I was slightly negligent; I should have talked to him before now.“Good evening Ambassador, I am not interrupting supper am I?” I asked.“No, just finished and was finishing up things for tonight. You are going to run things for me while I have whatever secret surgery I am to have,” he replied.“I heard that surgery. He kissed my breast and sucked my nipples hard. I was already dripping wet! He lifted me and took me to the bed. As he put me down I opened two buttons and pushed his T-shirt up and removed it. I just moved my hands on his bare chest and pinched his nipples making him jump! I then removed his belt and opened his pants. Pushing them down and he removed it. I saw a big tent in his jockey shorts. I then sat down on the floor and pushed down the underwear. His long and thick dick just sprang out. They in turn introduced me to some of their vibrating dildoes.It was bad enough being naked in front of all these strangers, being bent over a table, getting dildos shoved up my ass. Then it got worse when one of the ladies pulled my head up, by the back of my hair and ordered me to look at the camera. They were taking pictures as they fucked my ass.One of the dancers said it seems he enjoys it way too much. When is the last time he was really punished with a good hard spanking. My wife said. That earned the pair of them a ride to the police station with a pair of real cops, curious and exciting for everyone else not involved.Now the plan was simply to finish the evening at the prom, then head over to Jerry Greenberg’s for the after-prom party. They would have a few drinks there, dance and party some more, then head back to Heather’s for a very pleasant culmination to the evening. He was not expecting to get home much before dawn.Something did seem to be affecting Heather, however..