"Now be a good girl Melissa and be a gracious companion to your dates,"began Ms. Smith. She tightened the large pink ribbon of my bonnet undermy chin...and tied it off in a large, neat bow. "I have put your weeklyallowance in your purse and I expect you, as the host of this event, tocover all of your guests needs." Yes Miss," I said with obvious misery in my voice. I did not mind somuch that this event was coming out of my weekly allowance, but I wasgetting light headed from the stress of all. Ambassador Schmitt and the entourage arrived from Kampala early Friday morning. Rachael was sending me loads of pictures of the greeting. Apparently Bob Jackson, his wife and Frederica hit it off OK and were at least smiling in the pictures. It seemed I was worried about that meeting for nothing.Friday I had guests; Ben-David and Israeli Ambassador Ableman came around 1000. Ben had brought the latest update to the system he had given us. It was just a cover to see me; usually a courier just. Her reaction was beautiful, I could feel her shiver, but her little body was completely relaxed, my niece gladly giving herself to me once again.We didn't say a single word to each other, I focused on feeling her, and she started panting, her young slit getting wetter by the second. Three minutes. That was the time I needed to make her little body start shaking and contorting into a beautiful, long overdue orgasm that made my girl arch her back and moan loudly, her breathy voice so beautifully. Kristine was in there heaving and vomiting for a good twenty minutes. I felt sorry for her as I always do for the girls I fill with my sperm. But the sickness soon passes.By the time Kristine came out of the bathroom, I had two glasses of wine waiting for us. She still looked gorgeous as ever but was a little shaky."Are you alright?" I asked, truly concerned."I will be. That wine will help."After downing half the glass, she asked, "Tell me what you are! No man has a cock that long, nor does he.