In my last story we arrived at the Hyatt Regency at seven o’clock Wednesday morning, we did our thing and fell asleep. We slept most of the day, we were both Exhausted. We did wake up once, around twelve and ordered a small lunch, then fell right back to sleep. It was about five that evening when the telephone rang and I answered it.

It was Ammon’s son, he said, “My name is Abioye (we found out later it meant the son of royalty), I would like to take you out to dinner this evening. My dad has told me a lot about you and your wife and the safari that you wish to go on. I have a great restaurant where we can meet, It is real close to where you are staying. The name of it is dar es salaam restaurant, they have great food and live music.

(I had my phone on speaker and Brandi is shaking her head yes) I said, “My wife has been listening to our conversation and she definitely wants to go. What time should we meet you there?”

Abioye answered, “I will make reservations for eight, I know the owner. When you arrive just give the maître de my name and he will seat you.”

I said him, “Thank you, we would see him at eight.” I had no idea of what was going to happen that evening. One thing I did know, I do not trust anyone. I had brought with me four movie cameras that worked on sound and movement. I really wanted to see if anyone came into our room while we were out. They were no larger than a fifty cent peace and they could be hidden where nobody would notice them. Brandi had no idea that I was doing this. While she was taking her shower, I placed them so I could see everything that happened in the front room and the bedroom.

We were ready to go at seven forty. Brandi had put on a white skirt that was three inches above her knees. A powder blue long sleeve blouse that buttoned up the front, every button looked like it was about ready to pop open. She also wore a pair of four inch heels. I wore a light sweater and a pair of slacks. The restraint was a block away from our hotel, we decided to walk. When we arrived we were seated, by the maître de.

Ten minutes later Abioye walked in. He was one of the most elegant men I have ever met. He was six foot two, his weight was two hundred pounds or so. He had on a two thousand dollar suit, he was just class to the max. He reached out and shook my hand and bent down and kissed Brandi’s hand. He said, “Have you ordered yet?”

I replied, “We thought we would wait for you, since you know the customs.”

He called the waiter over and spoke in perfect Swahili, “The lady would like a Konyagi mixed with mango’s and for the gentleman a Safari and I will order the food later.”

We had no idea, what we were about to drink. When the drinks arrived, I said to Abioye, “What is it that you have ordered us?”

“You have got a beer and Brandi has a gin with a sweet fruit. I hope you like them?”

Brandi replied, “This is very good and I know John likes any kind of beer. So tell us about your safaris and what you have planned for us. Your dad talked highly of you, I think he is pretty proud.”

“My dad was very impressed with you, I am doing this as a favor to him. I had to do a lot of changes in my bookings. My dad told me you were going to be her for eleven days. It is going to be a least three days before I, personally can get to you. I am booked up at least a year in advanced. If this is okay with you, I have set your safaris to starting tomorrow for two days, with one of my guides. Then you will have one day just to lay around here in Tanzania and see the sights. I will take you on a six day safari to a village that few white people have ever seen. This will be very expensive, what do you think?”

“That sounds fine to me, anything for my wife. If I have to ask how much it cost, I can’t afford it. Let’s go ahead and do it.”

While we were setting there talking, Brandi kept moving her head back and forth, like she was in pain. She finally said, “My neck is killing me, I must have slept wrong last night.”

Abioye went ahead and ordered dinner. He ordered a stew, which was called Nyama choma (barbecued meat) and all the local vegetables. It turned out to be very good. After eating, Abioye ordered another round of drinks and said, “Folks I have to leave, I have other appointments to tonight. I will send the papers over tomorrow morning for you to sign. Brandi I have a young masseuse that works for me. I would be glad to give him a call and he could be at your hotel tonight at ten.”

Brandi looked at me and I nodded my head yes. She said to Abioye, “That sounds really great, I could use that.”

“The masseuse that I will send over is named Baako. I really have enjoyed the short time we have spent together. I will give Baako a call on my way to my next meeting, just make sure you are there by ten.”

After Abioye left, Brandi said, “I could use one more drink.” (she was starting to slur her words and I was feeling no pain). We sat there and had our drinks and left at nine forty-five. We had not been back to hotel for five minutes when there was a knock on the door. I opened the door, the guy standing there, introduced himself as Baako.

He said, “Abioye has sent me over to give Brandi a massage. I have my table and all my creams on the first floor, should I bring them up?”

“Sure, why don’t you go get it the stuff and I will tell Brandi that you are here.” After he left I went into the bedroom where Brandi was, she was out like a light. I leaned down and kissed her and told her Baako was here.

“Wow, I must have fallen asleep. Is Baako good looking?”

“He is young, he might be all of twenty-one. He is about five-eight, one-hundred and sixty pounds and very muscular.”

I had left the door open, so he could get back in. We went into the other room and he had everything set up. He handed Brandi a robe and said, “Take everything off and change into this. While you are doing that I have to use the restroom.” Brandi went into the bedroom and did what he asked.

I gave Brandi a kiss and went back into the bedroom. It was time to turn my computer on and watch the show.

When Baako came out of the restroom, he had changed into a silk robe, it fell right at his knees and tied in the front. He said to Brandi, “Lye on your stomach and put your face in the donut and I will begin the massage. First I am going to remove your robe and place towels over your private areas. If you feel uncomfortable with any place that I might touch, please let me know.

I am now watching, on my computer, a black man removing my wife’s robe. He then put a large towel across her ass that covered her pussy. All I could see was the back of her legs. At that moment my camera light blinks red, giving me the warning that the battery is low, I have an hour of filming left. (I Know he saw the blink, he was looking right at it, he knew I was watching). I have the biggest hard on, seeing my Brandi in this position. The anticipation of my beautiful wife being touch by this young black man is overwhelming. I am about ready to get off.