Camp Kenyatta – named for the first President of an independent Kenya, Jomo Kenyatta – is about 50 miles to the NW of Nairobi and about 4000 feet ...igher. It stands on a dry arid plateau, amid vegetation that I daresay is called savannah, sprinkled with some spindly trees and thorn bushes. It is the HQ of the Kenyan army and consists of many barrack blocks, a hospital, a detention facility, ammunition and supply storehouses, and many small arms and artillery firing ranges, with an airstrip and a. Finally she empties herself with a sigh of relief. He licks hungrily at the last few remaining drops revelling in his depravity“There you dirty little slut this is all you’re worthy of. Some times I will call you Loo Loo as well now, lick it dry, every drop”.She tightens her thighs around his cheeks as she says this.“I think you shall be my toilet seat, forever, would you like that?”“Oh yes Mistress”.He sighs in reply.“Did you like that?”She enquires“Yes mistress”.He replies”“Good coz there’s. I slipped on the panties. They certainly felt much nicer than the plainwhite male underwear I usually wore. The material felt so much nicerand it fit tight against my bottom. It was a very erotic feeling. Islipped on the shorts and the shirt while my wife got dressed also. Imoved over in front of our mirror. I was a bit surprised at what mywife picked out. I was afraid she might have picked something much morerevealing, like the white shorts she had me wear when we bought my firstbra. . God I wanted to tell him to stop. I felt so ashamed. i tried to think of the sun being so hot on my body. And sure enough i heard jacobs camera click again. he didn't even bother to ask if i had any problem with him taking nude pictures of me. I was getting angry so i put p my leg to block my face and put on my sunglasses. But still he clicked away.Jacob was walking towards me and said that he was taking pictures of me to make me mad. I said really and he said yes you know how much it turns me.