Benjamin Temple-Smith is being moved on, well, shipped sideways really, apparently, since they kicked the French out of Benin, Benjamin hasn't opened a single door to a British company to make a sale over there, there was something about Ben not understanding their culture or the fact that he didn't have his wife with him, she couldn't stand the heat or something, Ben's going to be a junior trade attaché to Russia, it's a bigger embassy but a more junior position."

"So how long have we got?"

"Well, I've got to talk to my mother, see if she can have the girls until the end of this term at least and then we'll have to talk about what to do with the girls next year. They have an international boarding school in Benin where most of the embassy staff send their children or, if the girls can get good enough marks, we might be able to get them into a boarding school over here but their schooling won't be fully funded in the UK, we'll have to pay the difference between the school on offer in Benin and the cost of the UK school."

"I don't think I like the idea of moving the girls out of the schools they know and into an elitist school in the UK, or worse, into a school in a third world country. Not to mention not having them around every day."

"Temple-Smith said his wife couldn't stand the African heat but I think that it was more that his wife didn't want to leave her kids behind in England. If you really don't want the girls to have to change school I'll resign and look for another job here in the UK."

"Resign...why would you resign?"

"Like I said, they have held an inter-departmental enquiry into how I managed to win so many promotions in such a short time; guidelines have been broken or at least bent. Apparently, heads of department are told not to consider anyone for promotion for at least two years after joining a new department. If I take the promotion then they'll have to stop the tribunal because I'll be a member of the diplomatic core rather than a simple civil servant."

"Looks like we're going to Africa then, so, when do we have to leave the UK?"

"I have an appointment on Monday with a general in the Beninese army. I have to try and get him to agree to let me arrange for a trade mission to go over to sell them training services for their special forces or weapons but I'm assured that my meeting will fail if I don't have you at my side, they expect you to be window dressing during the meeting, we might not manage to sell anything but if I manage to get our trade mission in front of their government I'll have been more successful than Benjamin has been in his two years."

It was extremely short notice, I would have to ask our parents to pack up our things for us and ship out what we needed in Africa and put the rest into storage. The quick plan was to refurnish our house with cheap furniture and use an agent to let our house out on a short term basis for us.

We both had to have medicals at a Harley Street doctors and an arm full of injections, all paid for by HMG. James was taken into a meeting with his new minister and people from the department of trade and industry as his job would span both camps and while James was being briefed on his job, I was in with one of the many under secretaries, a woman called Jennifer St. Clare from the African desk. I was being given the lowdown on local customs and how to behave while in country.

Jennifer was actually a part of the enquiry into my husband's promotion history. She looked at me over the top of her reading glasses, "I know exactly how your husband managed to reach his current position in such a short time Mrs Clarke and while I wanted to terminate all nine of his team managers as well as him, my boss thought that you could help our country to further its aims in Africa by using the skills you acquired while helping your husband's promotion prospects, to help him to succeed in his new job!"

I blushed slightly, I wasn't ashamed of the fact that I'd slept with nine men...hey, wait a minute, I'd slept with ten men to help my husband to get his promotions, not nine.

"Confused Mrs. Clarke...think I've missed one man out? Well, I know that you slept with ten men but we used the offer immunity to break the circle of silence, the first to give you up took a departmental censure rather than dismissal."

Okay, so she knew that I'd slept with ten men all of them odious men, if I could combine every one of the ten men's good points into one man they would still be only half the man my husband was, the only thing they all had going for them was the fact that they all held a small amount of power, the power to give a promotion or turn it down.

"When you get to Africa you'll notice that things are very different to England, especially in the countryside. In England, if you are out walking on your own only one in ten men might fancy you and of those men, only one in one hundred might approach you, and of those men, less than one in ten will expect to get anywhere with you...In Africa, every black man will expect to have sex with you if you are out walking alone."

That caused me to raise my eyebrows a little.

"How can you be sure that so many black men would be like that?"

"African men aren't like English men, sex isn't something to be hidden or cherished, it's something that is out in the open...quite literally...out in the open!"

I looked confused.

"It's a traditional thing, if you think about it, in England parents usually have a bedroom to themselves, they keep marital sex private from their children. In rural Africa, ninety percent of the population live in a one room mud hut without electricity so no TV. Sex is a massive part of an African's recreational activity and as they only have one room, the whole family get to watch from the earliest of ages."

Well, that kind of went part of the way to explaining why African's seemed to have large families.

"There's an added dimension...in Africa, the warrior tribes have a code of hospitality where, if a man invites an honoured guest to his compound he is expected to offer the guest sex with his wife, one of his daughters or one of his servants. As you travel around the country you are quite likely to see men just walk up to women who are total strangers and ask them for sex and they often do it right there and then, out in the street, even in broad daylight."

Africa was starting to sound like some kind of bacchanalian orgy to me. I must have had some kind of look of horror on my face because Jennifer smiled at my reaction to her briefing.

"We'd prefer it if you didn't get too carried away, don't bed every African man you come across, just stick to those men who can help James get his foot in the door with African companies."

Jennifer obviously had the impression that I went around fucking every man I saw, she obviously didn't realise that I had been a totally faithful wife to James until I saw the chance to help my husband with his promotions. When James was preparing for his first interview, I suggested inviting his prospective boss and his wife to dinner. It had been my intention to lay on a good meal to ingratiate James with the man that could promote him but James had made it clear that the man wasn't married and wouldn't be the kind of man that James would want to invite for dinner.

I did a lot of snooping behind the scenes, the other wives of civil servants, the middle man, the minor department heads all seemed to be made from the same mould, they were all single or divorced, they were all totally boring men and apart from their position in the service, they didn't have a single good point between them.

Sex with the men wasn't in any way exciting or fulfilling for me but I got the impression that bedding me was one of the highlights of their lives.

I was dragged away from my thoughts by Jennifer, "We have an hour, I'd like to take you up the west end and procure a few things for you that might help you in your new position!"

We left Whitehall in a ministry sedan, a long wheelbase Jaguar being driven by a man in a uniform, as we headed to the West End Jennifer was calling ahead to the first shop we were heading for, it wasn't a walk-in kind of shop, it was the kind of shop that women had to make appointments just to get through the front door and they only allowed one customer at a time to go in. As soon as I saw the facade of the shop I knew that my bank account wouldn't even stretch to a handkerchief from that shop.

Jennifer walked around the shop pointing to outfits right and left, she chose twenty outfits for me to try on and every one fitted me like a glove. I had to change and parade for Jennifer in every outfit, I expected that she would chose the one outfit that suited me the best and buy it for me.

The sales assistants carried twenty boxes full of clothes out to the ministries car, all twenty outfits and the cheapest one was a thousand pounds. I was taken from the dress shop to a lingerie shop and Jennifer picked out ten different sets as well as an assortment of individual items. When we headed back towards Whitehall the boot of the car was so full that the driver had to store some of Jennifer's purchases in the front of the car, there were knickers and bras all over the front passenger seat.

It was a blink of the eye from my acclimatisation briefing in Whitehall to our flight out to Africa. HMG had paid extra so that I could have forty-eight kilos of baggage in the hold of the jet. Jennifer had picked us up and took us to the airport, I'd imagined that she would leave us at passport control but apparently, an undersecretary at the foreign and commonwealth department had an access all areas pass to the departure lounge.

Jennifer took us through to the gate waiting area, there was a large window overlooking the waiting area, James went ahead to the gate and had his passport and ticket scanned while Jennifer held me back on the ramp overlooking the lounge, "Look at that well dressed businessman in the corner, he's checking out the man in traditional dress and his wife, if I'm right, the married man will go over and introduce himself."

I watched as the smaller man walked over to the larger businessman, they shook hands..."If the smaller man looks over at his wife, he's offering the larger man her services."

Jennifer was spot on, I watched the husband look over to his wife, the larger man smiled and nodded his head, the wife walked over and she also shook the businessman's hand, she batted her eyes as she looked up into the larger man's eyes.

"The deal is done; the businessman has accepted the offer."

"Where will they do it...a hotel room or someplace like that?"

"If they were in Benin, they'd do it in the street or they'd move into the toilet and do it in there with her husband standing watch over them but they know that we wouldn't stand for it in the UK, every toilet door is covered by security cameras. No, they will wait until they are on the aircraft; the flight is on a British carrier so they'll probably use one of the toilets on the aircraft when the crew are busy."

I said my goodbyes to Jennifer, I'd take her comments with a pinch of salt, Africa might have been like that many years ago but I was sure that Africa had come into the twenty-first century by now.

I joined James in the lounge to wait for our call onto the aircraft. Because we were in first class cabin we were called first. I noticed that the African businessman was also in the shuffle to the air bridge while the married couple were waiting with the rest of the passengers who would be rammed into cattle class at the rear of the aircraft.

It was a wide bodied jet, the first class cabin had six seats in each row in three sets of two while the rest of the aircraft had ten seats in each row, three-four-three configuration, James was in four-D, I was in four-C, the businessman was in four-B and four-A was empty. All the rest of first class was full apart from two-F.

While several hundred passengers were loaded behind us we were given a complementary glass of sparkling wine. The businessman had a word with the senior steward and a few moments later the married couple were being escorted through from the cheap seats, the wife was directed to seat four-A, at the side of the businessman and her husband was offered two-F.

James was asleep before the aircraft reached its cruising height, I reclined my eat and settled down to try and get to sleep, I heard a gasp from my left, turned to face that direction just in time to see the businessman finger fucking the woman, they had both covered themselves with the naff blue blankets that most airlines seemed to use but because of the angles involved I could see exactly what the man was doing to the woman.

Our steward wandered around with a bottle of sparkling wine to top up the glasses of those passengers in first class that were still awake, the steward announced that if we needed anything at all to press our call button, our steward would be in the cheap seats helping to sell them drinks. He walked between the businessman and me, stopped to close the curtain separating the two sections of the aircraft. I watched as the African businessman pulled his fingers out of the woman's cunt, he twisted his body and lifted an edge of the curtain behind him to see where the cabin staff were.

There was a flurry of movement as the blankets were cast off of the two Africans and the businessman pulled the woman out of her seat and led her along the aisle to the forward galley area. I lifted the back of my seat and sat looking at the curtain through to the galley area for five minutes. Eventually curiosity got the better of me, I left my seat, stepped over my husband's legs so that I could enter the galley area from the starboard curtain, I looked across to the left and gasped, the toilet door was open and the floor of the toilet was a puddle of brightly coloured cotton that had started out the day as the married woman's dress, the woman was facing away from me, totally naked and bent over holding on to the toilet seat as the huge businessman rocked back and forth. His trousers were around his knees and he was fucking the woman from behind.

He heard my gasp and looked over his shoulder at me, and without missing a beat in his fucking he said, "Vous pouvez vous joindre si vous aimez!"

I shook my head and weakly said, "I'm sorry, I only speak English."

I said, "You can come and join in if you like!"

"That's okay thanks I just need the toilet."

I stepped into the starboard toilet and counted in Mississippi, even though it would have to be a guess as to how many Mississippi's I'd need to give the impression that I was actually using the toilet. I flushed the unused toilet and washed my already clean hands before leaving my toilet.

There had been a change on the port side of the galley, the businessman was now facing towards the rear of the aircraft and the woman was kneeling in front of him. His cock was flaccid and the woman was trying to breathe life back into his cock. As the woman repositioned herself I spotted a string of semen fall from her cunt onto the carpet beneath her. 'God, he's already filled her and she wants more!' crossed my mind as I closed the toilet door. The businessman fixed my eyes with his and he grinned at me, my eyes opened wider but I remembered the warnings from Jennifer, if I looked into his eyes and smiled back at him that would have indicated that I was interested in having sex with him. I looked to the floor before I smiled and left the galley area and returned to the first class cabin.

I returned to my seat and reclined it again, closing my eyes and trying for sleep. Twenty minutes later the two African's returned to four-A and four-B, I opened my eyes and found myself looking straight into the businessman's eyes as he had reclined his seat and was now facing me. I lifted my head and saw that the woman he had just fucked had reclined her seat and was facing the window.

"What takes you to Benin?"

It took me a moment to realise that he was talking to me, before I could answer he added, "Is it a holiday or a business trip?"

"Business I guess...my husband is going to take a post in the British Embassy."

"God I do hope he's replacing that ass Benjamin Temple-Smith!"

I smiled inwardly, "Actually he is."

"Well I give thanks to my God in that case. It might save me having to travel all the way to France through England every time I want to buy a replacement drill bit."

"You fly all the way to France through England just to buy a two pound drill bit? Aren't there any direct flights to France?"

He laughed, "Not a two pound drill bit, in my mine a drill bit can cost up to one hundred thousand US dollars and on this occasion I was unsuccessful, the French government realised where I was from and they cancelled the export license so I have to try and find another way to replace my drill bit. And no, France stopped direct flights between our countries after they were kicked out of power, we were lucky that England were willing to step in and fly a weekly service between our capitals."

"Must be a massive drill!"

"Yes I am...and after I've finished drilling I never get any complaints."

I smiled but I shook my head in disapproval at his deliberate double entendre.

"I may have to start taking up my invitations to the British Embassy garden parties again!"

"Why did you stop going to them?"

"Because the trade attaché was such an idiot and he didn't have a beautiful wife to help him keep his guests interested!"

During our chat he told me that his name was Tshilidzi Marwlala and I told him that I was Victoria Clarke. We had close to an hour of small talk. Tshilidzi kept dragging the conversation to sex...or rather schoolboy double meanings to almost everything but he was clever and witty as well as charming.

Our chat was interrupted by the delivery of food. James woke up for his lunch and another glass of sparkling wine before returning to his in-flight nap. I watched the interaction between Tshilidzi and the other man's wife as they returned to the Galley area as soon as our steward returned to the main cabin to help serve their food too. As Tshilidzi left his seat he whispered to me, "You can come and watch if you like Victoria!"

My mouth went dry momentarily but I couldn't stop myself following Tshilidzi to the galley area and once behind the curtain the woman stripped her dress off in one motion, she was totally naked under her dress, Tshilidzi turned her to face the toilet door, he bent her forward slightly and took her from behind again, I was just a few inches away as he pushed his cock deep into her body, Tshilidzi reached out and hooked his hand behind my head as he fucked her, he pulled my face against his and kissed me.

"She doesn't understand English, her husband asked me to fuck her because he knows that I'm a direct descendant of Shaka Zulu, the most famous of all Zulu warriors. She's never worn a bra in her life and has destroyed her breasts from constant breast feeding, she's only twenty three but she's had five children already, five children and eight still births or miscarriages."

I pulled my mouth away from Tshilidzi and looked the woman over, she was only twenty three years old and had been pregnant thirteen times, no wonder she looked more than ten years older than she actually was.

Tshilidzi pulled me back to his side, he kissed me again and began fondling my breasts through my dress and bra. I heard movement at the other side of the galley and stepped away from Tshilidzi as the woman's husband came through the curtain. He spoke to me in French. Tshilidzi smiled at me, "He's just asked you if you'd like him to fuck you."

I shook my head and almost ran back to my seat. I felt my cheeks turning hotter and hotter as I reached my seat. The woman's husband stayed in the galley with his wife and Tshilidzi until the steward returned to collect our food trays to take them back to the galley area.

Tshilidzi grinned at me when he returned to his seat, "You shouldn't have been frightened away, a simple shake of your head or a 'No!' would have sufficed ..."

The woman sat at Tshilidzi's side and started reading a French magazine, Tshilidzi looked at her before turning to confide in me once more, "... her husband wants me to try one last time to make her pregnant, it is her time to fall and he will forego taking pleasure from her body for two weeks until we see if she has taken my seed to her heart."

"You mean her husband won't sleep with her again until he sees if she's pregnant!"

"He won't suffer too much from the deprivation, he has two other wives and the prospect of adding my Zulu blood to his family tree is worth a little self denial..." Tshilidzi looked towards the curtain separating the classes, "... his other wives are sitting back there, they won't mind too much being left behind in economy though, because I asked for him and his third wife to be upgraded to first class at least they have two seats each to spread out a little in the crush back there."

"So he has three wives...why did he choose his third wife to ..." I had to focus my mind here, chose the right words, he might feel insulted if I said 'Mate with you', "... spend time with you?"

"I was offered my choice of any of his wives, his first wife is far too fat, senior wives often become fat and lazy once there is a subordinate wife to do all of the work around the compound...his second wife is too old, she still has a reasonable figure but she has had eight children already so I chose his third and youngest wife."

"You say that you're from the Zulu tribe but I didn't see Zulu amongst the list of tribes that populate the Benin area, so how come you're in Benin?"

I was in South Africa when I realised that the French were about to lose their hold on Benin so I flew over in the final few days of French rule, I came across a copper mine that had seven hundred African workers being controlled by just three white Frenchmen, you could say I formed a hostile takeover."

"By hostile takeover...you mean that you forced them to sell the mine to you?"

"Well, not quite sell...it cost the Frenchmen their lives...it cost me something too, because I had killed the three men, under my culture I had to take over their wives and daughters into my family, I was disappointed that each man only had one wife but between them they did have five daughters so I ended up with eight new wives."

Knowing that I was sitting next to a man who had killed three white men and taken their wives and daughters as his own wives was frightening as well as a sexual turn on. "So, did you have many wives in South Africa before you moved to Benin and won another eight?"

I was quite poor in South Africa, I could only afford one wife so I left her to look after my compound, my small farm and our eight children. When business takes me to South Africa I always stay with my wife and children over there but my life is now in West Africa."

"How do you manage to look after nine wives?"

"Well, three of my wives were quite elderly and had very bad habits, their white husbands had allowed them to get feelings of superiority, so I sold them to the men working in the mine, I got one US dollar each for them and when their daughters saw what happened to their mothers it helped me to get them properly in line, get them behaving like proper African wives."

I got yet another jolt of sexual excitement from being told that he had sold three of his white wives to his workers, to be at the sexual beck and call of seven hundred black African men, the mine worked on a twenty one shift pattern so that it could work twenty-four hours, seven days a week without let up and the three wives of the former owners would be giving sex to up to eighty-four men a day and that was only if the men only wanted sex once a day each.

Tshilidzi beckoned to me to lean in a little closer, when my ear was as close as it could be he whispered, "if your husband invited me to his villa inside the government compound, something like an invite to lunch or dinner and perhaps an emergency were to call him away, I would guarantee to see a delegation of mining consultants and sales men from England and let them talk me into a sale or two."

"I think that would be a little too 'hit or miss' for me, you could...'Eat my food'...and then change your mind the next day. I'd be far happier entertaining you after a deal has been struck than before, a reward for a sale rather than a reward for a mere promise."

I could see that my response had shocked Tshilidzi, he wasn't used to a woman negotiating with him over sex but he looked my body up and down again and smiled, "When your husband wakes, introduce me to him."

The African woman's husband had been watching the steward's movement like a hawk; he went to the rear galley to have his lunch and as soon as the steward closed the curtain on his way to his lunch the African man was on his feet, he went through the port curtain into the forward galley and opened the starboard curtain to gesture to Tshilidzi to bring his wife and join him up front.

Tshilidzi patted the woman's bottom and gestured to the front of the aircraft, she raised the back of her seat and she walked to her husband, Tshilidzi pulled his own body out of his seat and he grabbed my wrist as he passed me, pulling me down to the front of the aircraft to join the African man and his wife. When Tshilidzi and I reached the forward galley the woman was already naked, the man was pulling his dashiki up to his chest and as he held it up his wife pulled his trousers down. She gripped his hips and bent over to suck her husband's cock as Tshilidzi stepped in behind her again, he kissed me as he fucked her and as he kissed me he started fondling my breasts through my blouse and bra.

I had the perfect opportunity to see the differences between the West African husband and the South African stallion. Tshilidzi was larger in every dimension than his West African counterpart especially in the genital area, I'd probably had sex with fifty men or more in my life but I'd never seen a cock on a man the size of Tshilidzi's. The West African man's cock was actually larger than my husband's but not so much that I'd bother crossing a road to get to it...I knew that Tshilidzi was a horse of a different colour though, I was watching his cock filling the young woman and feeling very jealous of her.

I lost track of time and Tshilidzi's hands were wandering from my breasts and down to my hips on their way to the bottom hem of my skirt. I heard a loud cough from the other side of the curtain, I could see around the edge of the curtain that the steward was just the other side, he must have finished his lunch in double quick time. I pulled myself away from Tshilidzi grasp and as I ran across the front of the aircraft and out of the port side curtain Tshilidzi was pulling his trousers up having deposited his fourth load of semen into the young woman's body. I was sitting at James' side again before the steward got to go back into his galley.

I checked my wrist watch, we were thirty minutes out of our destination airport and the steward was bringing round one last tray of sparkling wine for the first class passengers. I woke James, told him that we were almost there and then I introduced James to Tshilidzi and I offered Tshilidzi my seat as I needed the toilet, I returned to the forward galley and stood on my own looking at James and Tshilidzi through the curtain as they chatted together.

I was joined by another passenger from the first class cabin, another African, not quite as big and impressive as Tshilidzi but no less confident in his ability to shag a white woman that he hadn't even spoken to in the few minutes of opportunity open to him. As I shook the man off it crossed my mind that I'd thought that Jennifer St. Clare had been romanticising slightly when she told me how little sex meant to the average African, the way she had described it, sex to the average African was just like breathing in and out. I'd only had five hours of experience of African men and so far three had tried to have sex with me or asked to have sex with me. I'd seen a man give his wife to another man to make pregnant, he'd watched the act four times and he'd taken his pleasure out of his wife while she was being fucked by another man and I was looking on.

The fasten seatbelt sign lit up and the steward announced that we were coming in to land so I had to return to my seat at James' side and Tshilidzi returned to his seat next to the young African woman.

"Thanks for introducing me to Tshilidzi, I haven't even taken my post at the embassy officially and I'm already more effective than Benjamin Temple-Smith. I have to rustle up a trade delegation to look into what we can do to help Mr Marwlala get copper out of the earth more efficiently and he wants to see the delegation this week!"

"You need to include a couple of companies that can make tools, his drills are old French models, we don't make anything like the drill bits he needs and the French are being typically French and trying to stop Tshilidzi getting the drill bits he needs."

James got his notepad out and made a note of the drill bit problem.

Being in first class passengers, we were the first to exit the aircraft, I was standing just behind the senior cabin steward and one of his subordinates, just close enough to over hear their conversations, the senior steward said, "The usual Benin flight, at least forty people joining the mile high..." The steward jerked his thumb in the direction of the first class cabin "...even a four-way in there, they couldn't all fit in the toilet so they just did it in the forward galley area...and get this, three African's and the English woman!"

I was actually the only white woman in first class, hell, I was the only white woman on the whole flight apart from the co-pilot and two female stewards.

James and I were the first to cross the immigration hall, we had to go through separate passport controls, the official reached out to take my passport but stopped himself at the last moment, he looked at the top of the page, read the Corps Diplomatique stamp across the page and didn't even want to touch my passport after that. I looked at the African man at the next booth; the official was even testing the paper the passport was made from. We had to wait at the carrousel for our bags, it took fifteen minutes for the first bag to arrive and ours weren't the first to arrive and in all that time only ten other passengers had joined us at the carrousel.

We followed two groups of passengers into the customs hall, even in the 'Rien à Déclarer' or 'Nothing to declare' line people were having their bags searched and were being patted down to make sure they weren't smuggling anything into the country. We were told to put our bags on the table but James flashed his passport and we were waved through unchecked.

As we passed through the swing doors out into the arrivals lounge I saw a tall, extremely muscular, African man, he looked like he could almost be a twin for Tshilidzi, his skin was darker than the local men, he was more than a foot taller and his face was flatter and wider than the local men. His movements were unhurried; he looked all around the empty lounge before lifting a clip board with a name clipped to it in broad tipped marker pen, 'Mr J.A. Clarke'.

James crossed the hall to the man. It was almost as if he was blind, he was talking to James but his eyes never settled on James. I would have found it impossible not to look into the eyes of someone who was talking to me.

James reached out for my elbow and pulled me in front of the man, "Vicky, this is Simon, he's one of our security detail and he's going to take us to the embassy."

I expected Simon to offer to help us with our bags as we had a trolley piled high with suitcases and bags, as Simon turned on his heels and his linen jacket lifted through centrifugal force I caught sight of what looked like a toy hanging at his side under his jacket. I'd seen enough American action movies to know what an Uzi nine millimetre machine pistol looked like. Even at the door through to the car park which wasn't an automatic door, Simon didn't use his hands, he turned his back to the door, looked around behind James and me, then he pressed his back against the door and rolled his back against the door to open it.

Simon held the door open with his back so that James and I could walk through it but all the time he was on the lookout for any problems.

There was a long black limousine standing in the 'No Parking' zone waiting for us, the driver jumped out of the car and opened the boot before rushing to James's side and taking our bags to load them into the boot. James and I sat in the rear seat of the car, Simon lowered a backward facing seat that came out of the back of the driver's seat and as we drove along Simon was looking straight at me, his eyes went from my chest to my legs and there was definitely a smile playing on his face as he tried to look between my knees.

I'd actually thought I'd dressed very conservatively; I'd dressed for comfort rather than to impress anyone as I faced a five hour flight out to a hot country. We seemed to have been driving for thirty minutes but the airport and more especially, the aircraft that we'd flown into Benin on was to our left the whole time. We'd driven all the way around the perimeter fence of the airport and back to the terminal building but this time, we pulled up outside the departures lounge. 'This could turn out to be the shortest visit to a country ever if they're dropping us back off at the departure lounge already!' Went through my mind.

As the car drew to a halt another African man in a similar suit to Simon walked across to the car, Simon opened the door for him, "This is Paul, he was Mr Temple-Smith's body guard, he's just delivered Mr Temple-Smith to the aircraft for his return flight to England for a holiday before he takes up his post in Moscow."

Paul shook hands with James and then with me before sitting in another of the pull down seats and as he settled into keeping look out Simon leaned forward and Shook James by the hand, "I'm sorry about earlier sir but when there is only one guard you don't busy your hands just in case they are needed in a hurry!"

James nodded his head to show he understood and then Paul engaged James in conversation about his meeting at the embassy after I'd been dropped off at our villa, Simon offered me his hand to shake and as his hand took mine his middle finger stroked across my palm, "Paul drew the 'Ace of Hearts' to my 'Three of Diamonds' to see who had first choice of who we guarded this time around. Paul thinks that he won and he chose to guard your husband but Miss St. Clare had already told me that you were a great beauty..." Simon looked over at Paul and James before he lowered his voice a little, "...the first time ever that a three beat an ace!"

Simon's face lit up into a massive grin and as he let go of my hand he dropped his own hand 'Accidentally' onto my bare knee before settling back into his seat. The car dropped James and Paul off at the embassy first and then headed out of town to the walled compound where a mixture of diplomats and business men lived protected by the Beninese Army.

We were stopped at road works close to the walled compound surrounding our villa, a man was walking at the side of the car, he saw a woman working at the side of the road opposite him, he dropped a bail of rags that he'd been carrying on his back, he crossed the road in front of our car and walked up to the woman. There couldn't have been more than ten words spoken between the man and the woman. The man looked around before he put his hand in his pocket and handed over a few copper coins, Simon moved from his foldaway seat and sat next to me on the back seat, he touched my knee and almost pushed me slightly so that I could see the man and woman more clearly, it looks like he's just given her around four hundred Franks!"

That seemed like a lot of money to me, "French Franks?"

Simon laughed, "No, not French Franks, West African Franks, four hundred Franks would be worth around fifty pence!"

Before I could ask him why the man was giving the woman fifty pence I saw for myself, they'd moved a few feet away from the road to a line of bushes, they weren't using the bushes as a privacy screen, they were just getting out of the sun. The man pushed the woman's black dress up to her chin as she lay on the dust covered ground. She wasn't wearing a bra or knickers under her dress, they just fucked, ten minutes at the most, no real highlights for her, she didn't seem to get anything out of the act other than the fifty pence, the man got his recreational climax though and happily crossed back in front of our car to collect his bale of rags again.

"You don't get to see things like that on the streets of London Mrs Clarke?"

My mouth was a little dry, I'd watched Tshilidzi fuck the African woman on the aircraft five times and I'd let him kiss me and touch my breasts, I didn't even stop him when he was trying to get his hand up under my skirt but we'd been with over three hundred people on the aircraft so I felt totally safe, here in the back of the embassy car, there was just me and Simon, well, the driver as well but the scale of opportunity to get into mischief was there.

The car lurched and we were on our way again, There were four uniformed soldiers at the gateway into the residency, they nodded a welcome in Simon's direction and took a good look at me, there was a little banter between Simon and the soldiers, Simon smiled and nodded his head at them, I didn't understand a word of what was said as they were speaking Fon or Yoruba, the two languages used by the indigenous population when they didn't want the French speaking colonial masters to know what they were saying.

"I didn't understand a word of that Simon but it sounded rude to me!"

"Bantue asked if he could have you when I'm finished with you!"

I felt my face blush at Simon's familiarity. "Your friend thinks that you are going to have me does he?"

"Well madam, not wishing to brag or anything but I usually do!"

The driver manoeuvred around obstructions designed to slow vehicles down inside the residency area to prevent cars or lorries from being used as weapons and then we slipped through a remote controlled gate across the villa's drive. An elderly African man ran out to the car's boot as Simon helped me from the back of the car, the man was struggling one case out of the boot and up the steps to the veranda around the villa.

"This is Gaston, he's a traditionalist, he's your houseboy and because he supported the French in their final days he can't leave the residency or he's likely to be hauled off by the army."

I took in the villa as Simon guided me by the arm towards the steps. The villa had a central core that was about fifty feet by fifty feet and it had a three foot wide veranda around all four sides on the ground floor as well as the first floor. The roof overhung the veranda by a good two feet, keeping the sun off of the side of the building as well as the worst of the rain that would come in the rainy season.

Simon took me straight up to the first floor. There was a central bathroom at the top of the stairs with four bedrooms surrounding it. "Which bedroom will you be using Mrs Clarke?"

"Are there any differences between the bedrooms?"

"The two on the north side are exactly the same size as each other, the two on the south are a little different, a master with its own bathroom and a smaller bedroom that overlooks the road."

"Well then, my husband and I will share the master bedroom!"

There was a look of extreme surprise on Simon's face, "I know that European men usually sleep in the same room as their wives but out here in the heat, European men and their wives usually sleep in separate bedrooms. They say that it helps them to sleep in the heat and of course it makes it easier for the wife to 'Entertain' after dark!"

I looked into the master bedroom and then into the linked bathroom. Something was out of place, there didn't seem to be any windows, that wasn't unusual for a bathroom though, they often didn't have windows but then again, the bathrooms without windows didn't usually have leaves on the floor.

I walked to the wall where the leaves were and spotted a lever in the wall, I pulled it and the solid wooden wall turned into a series of slats that opened. There was a mesh screen on the outside of the wall but no glass.

Gaston suddenly rushed in and closed the wall back down; he was jibber-jabbering at me in French!

"What did I do to upset Gaston?"

"He says that Mr Temple-Smith kicked a hole in the bottom of the screen this morning, Gaston closed the louvers down and placed eucalyptus leaves to try and keep the mosquitoes away until he can get the screen repaired."

The telephone chose that moment to ring, Gaston picked up the call and passed it to Simon, Simon spoke for a moment before he handed the phone to me. The telephone was on a bedside table in the master bedroom and as I stood talking to James I looked around the bedroom, there were two French windows, one set in the southern wall and the other in the Eastern wall but I noticed that the walls were exactly the same as the walls in the bathroom, both the eastern wall and the southern wall could be opened up totally so that on the hottest days in the summer the louvers could be set to take in any breath of cooling wind possible.

"The ambassador is so impressed that he wants to introduce me...us...to the American ambassador and the German as well, put on something short and sexy and get the driver to bring you back to the embassy."

Fortunately I knew which of the suitcases had the new clothes that Jennifer St. Clare had picked out for me as my 'Working Clothes'. Simon left me to get changed while he strolled around the veranda. I had stripped off, rubbed a soapy face cloth over my body to freshen me up and I had put on a white lace bra, matching bikini brief panties, suspender belt and white stockings. I was about to pull my very short dress on over my head, I looked at the French window in the south wall and saw Simon standing outside the window watching me getting dressed.

The dress was very short as well as being very low cut at the neckline front and back, the lace trim over the cups of my bra were peeking over the front of my dress with an acre of décolletage skin showing above. I didn't go big on my makeup, just enough to give my face a little colour and interest for anyone who bothered to look that far up my body.

Simon was at my side to the car but he didn't sit next to me in the back of the car, he sat opposite me and I knew why, the comfortable rear seat in the car had quite a slope to it and with my ultra short dress Simon could see way past the tops of my stockings under my dress.

At the embassy Simon jumped out first and he helped me out of the car before escorting me up the steps to the main reception in front of the building.

James collected me off of Simon and he took me into the great hall of the embassy, the room was more used to holding banquets, hosting conventions, important cultural exchanges and like now, a drinks party with nibbles to introduce the UK's latest British trade attaché to the great and the good in the diplomatic community. I'd expected between five and ten people to be there, mainly men and me being the only woman but I was wrong, there were around thirty men and ten women, one worker and nine other wives.

Next to me the other wives looked very dowdy and plane; I had the undivided attention of every man in the room. After an hour of drinking and merriment I was guided by the Ambassador into his library. "Do I understand correctly that you made the introduction between your husband and Mr Marwlala today on the flight over?"

"Yes, I did!"

"Benjamin tried for two years to get into Tshilidzi's good books and you do the job in less than five hours, can I ask you how you did it?"

"I promised that I'd invite him to our villa for a meal if he allowed our suppliers to pitch him their sales patter and if he actually placed a significant order I'd make the meal a little special for him."

"Well, bravo to you my dear, you seemed to have pitched your personal offer at the right point to capture Tshilidzi's interest. What do you have planned for the first half of next week?"

"What do you mean?"

"James has to go into the mountains on Monday to the army training camp, it's a sixteen hour trip in the back of a lorry, then on Tuesday he has his meeting with the General and he'll be coming back down from the mountains on Wednesday, so you'll be all alone in your villa for three days and two nights at the very least so I was wondering if you wanted to stay with me and my wife at our compound."

"I think I'd rather get things straight in my own villa, there are a few things to look after to sweep Benjamin Temple-Smith's influence out of the building."

"Well, the offer is there if 'THINGS' get on top of you!" As the ambassador said things he looked straight at Simon.

It was eleven o'clock in the evening by the time we were driven back to our villa. We walked straight to our bedroom, James didn't know the exact time that the army would be picking him up, all he knew was that there would be twelve hours of daylight and it was a sixteen hour drive on some of the worst mountain roads in the world.

We opened our bedroom door and James gasped, "God it's so hot, it'll take an age to get used to it!"

James was about to open one of the French windows when I stopped him, "That window doesn't have mosquito screens, if you open it we'll be bitten alive!"

"Well, I need some air blowing through the room!"

I walked back to the doorway and opened it, "I'll need more air flow than that darling."

I went to the corner between the North wall, the one with the door in it and the east wall, I pulled the little lever down and a three foot wide section of the wall opened from the floor to the ceiling, then I walked over to the south wall and the corner of our bedroom and our attached bathroom and I did the same there, opening a three foot section of wall in that corner as well, "That's great darling. I know that I have to get up at the crack of dawn but do you feel like christening the bedroom tonight?"

I smiled at my husband's request for sex, actually, I think if he hadn't asked me, I may well have had to rape him because of how turned on I'd been for close to twenty hours.

I walked into our bathroom, it was very warm in there as well, I stripped out of my dress, took off my bra but I left my knickers and stockings on. I went to a different section of the bathroom wall, the one next to the section with the broken screen and opened that section of wall. I got a huge shock, Simon and Paul were standing on the balcony outside our bathroom and now they could both see me standing in my bathroom wearing just knickers, stockings and suspender belt. I was about to slam the wall closed when James called out to me, "Are you coming darling?"

I turned my back on our body guards, walked to the bathroom door and turned out the lights. Paul and Simon were just six feet away from the open section of bedroom wall closest to our bed. I stopped for a moment, I'd ask James if he wanted the lights on or off, if he said on, I'd leave the wall open, if he said off then I'd close the wall closest to our bed.

I stepped into our bedroom, "Lights on or off darling?"

James grinned his stupidest grin, "On please darling!"

I slinked over to the bed; my eyes were fixed on Simon's eyes as I clambered onto the bed and was still locked on his as James pulled me down onto my back. James made love to me for fifteen minutes before pulling my knickers off and as he plugged his cock into my cunt he said, "What did you have to do for that Tshilidzi bloke to get him to agree to entertaining our delegation?"

"I had to promise him a meal here at our villa if he accepted our trade delegation and if he puts in a large enough order I'd let him take me to bed after dinner!"

James was spurred on by that idea of me bringing the massive African man to bed after the three of us had eaten a meal together; I'd often told him all the gory details of how I'd helped him to get his ten promotions in the past and each time I'd told James he'd made up for the lacklustre fuck I'd received at the hand of his employers. There was definitely an upturn in James' performance and as such, my own pleasure as well.

James began to flag a little, it felt like he was settling into his end game, my cunt would be full of his spunk at any moment and then I got an idea, I kissed his ear and whispered, "I do hope that you're not feeling shy my darling because Paul and Simon are watching us from the veranda."

James looked over to the open louvered wall and all of a sudden he worked even harder bringing me to a massive orgasm just before he emptied his balls.

I struggled to get my stockings off down my legs sticky with sweat, took me a while to do it and my suspender belt followed my stockings to the bedroom floor. By the time I was totally naked James was fast asleep. I slipped out of bed and went through to the bathroom, I heard more than saw Simon and Paul at the bathroom wall. I took a cooling shower and every twitch of my body as I washed myself was watched by our bodyguards.

I stepped out of the shower and stood right next to the open louvers, Simon whispered, "Come to the small bedroom window!"

"Why?"

"I want to fuck you!"

"No thanks, I've just been fucked; I don't need another fuck so soon."

"Come and help me out then, give me hand relief or just let me touch your body while I give myself hand relief then...please."

I walked out of the bathroom and turned out the light, then I walked to the door from my bedroom and out into the passageway to turn out the bedroom light. I was halfway to my bed, to my snoring husband. 'James has to leave early in the morning but I don't so why not!'

I turned my back on my husband and left the room, I went down the passageway to the smallest bedroom, I stepped in the room and closed the door behind me, Simon and Paul were standing just outside the French window, I saw Paul flip a coin as I unlocked the window and Simon looked disappointed as he pushed the window open. I stood in front of the open doorway as Simon explored my body with his hands, Paul eased his body between mine and the frame at my side. Simon pulled his cock out of his trousers and pulled my left hand over to his cock and as I took hold of his cock I felt Paul pressing hot hips against my naked buttocks. Paul reached around and pressed his left hand against my abdomen, pulling me back into his body hard. Paul was rubbing his hard cock up and down between my legs as he pressed his right hand into the nape of my neck, pushing my upper body forward but keeping my bottom tight against his hips. When I was at about forty-five degrees Simon took over from Paul and he pulled me the rest of the way down until his cockhead pressed against my lips.

It was a strain to open my mouth wide enough to get Simon's cockhead in my mouth but as soon as I did I felt Paul's cock easing between my labia from behind. I was now in exactly the position I had seen the young African wife earlier on the aeroplane with her husband's cock in her mouth and Tshilidzi' cock fucking her from behind. I was being short changed though, Simon's cock was closer in size to Tshilidzi's cock and Paul was more like her husband and being so much smaller than Simon, Paul wasn't giving me nearly enough pleasure as he fucked me.

Both men fired off simultaneously, Paul filling my pussy and Simon my mouth. I shook both men off as fast as I could and closed the French window. I was glad that the villa had been built during the French regime, both bathrooms had bidets so I was quickly able to wash Paul's semen out of my vagina before returning to my husband's side in our bed.

I didn't fall asleep straight away. My sexual history popped back into my head, I'd had sex with fifty men so far but never three men in the same night and thinking over the day so far, I'd already turned down sex with three other men earlier. I thought that having sex with fifty men so far in my life was a hell of a batting average but in Africa that would seem like small potatoes when I could have been fucked by six men in one day.

I finally fell asleep at about two o'clock in the morning. I woke with a start six hours later, there was a James shaped empty space at the side of me and the sound of a heavy diesel engine outside the villa. I pulled on my silk kimono over my naked body and slipped out onto the veranda, I walked around the outside of the house to the west side of the building. There was a huge Russian truck in the street, it was painted olive drab and the canvas back was jungle camouflage, obviously the army lorry that was due to take my husband into the mountains.

James walked down the front steps; he was dressed in a white linen suit with a white Panama hat. An officer left the lorry and marched up to my husband, he snapped to attention and saluted in the UK Army way, longest route up, two three, shortest way down, two three.

The officer offered James his hand, "I'm lieutenant Bamdra Mr Temple-Smith, I think it would be safer if I lent you some camouflaged clothing for our trip through the bush to our mountain camp."

"I'm actually James Clarke, Mr Temple-Smith returned to England yesterday, I'm his replacement." Lieutenant Bamdra looked up to the balcony, I'd moved and he was on his guard in an instant, James looked at where the officer was focusing, "Oh, that's my wife Victoria...I'm sorry I woke you darling, I was hoping to give you a lie-in today after our long journey yesterday!"

I realised that the soldier was looking very closely at the vast expanse of my thighs showing under my short kimono. One of the other ranks brought the officer a camouflaged uniform for James to change into, complete with boots and bush hat.

James returned to the house with the officer following. I reached the kitchen at the same time as James and the officer, James was offering the lieutenant a coffee while he changed, I was at the coffee pot so I poured the officer and myself a coffee. I got a massive grin from the soldier as he looked me up and down.

"I'm sorry Mrs Clarke, I had no idea that the trade attaché had been replaced by a married man, may I use your telephone please?"

I took him to the phone in the living room; he dialled a number from memory and spoke in Fon or Yoruba as he looked at me, his face fractured into a massive smile as he concluded the call. James chose that moment to return, he looked a little like a camouflaged sack of shit tied up with string. The lieutenant crossed over to my husband, he was pushing and pulling at the uniform James was wearing, James was moulded into something like a soldier.

"Mr Clark, I've just spoken to my general, he was unaware of the recent change in attaché and he would never have insisted in your attendance at our training camp so soon after your arrival, my general has suggested that we change your visit to coincide with our next new recruit intake."

"When will that be?"

"Six weeks time sir."

"Then no, I'm anxious to get the ball rolling, one of my predecessors faults was that he was happy to let things slide, leave things until tomorrow when they really need dealing with today."

"In that case sir, my general extends his invitation to yourself and your good wife too!"

James looked at me, "I think the journey from the UK yesterday will have left my wife very tired, I wouldn't dream of subjecting her to a thirty two hour round trip in the back of an army truck!"

"May I use your telephone again please sir?"

James took my arm and guided me away from the officer and back into the kitchen, "Have you noticed that they always slip into Fon when they want to talk about us behind our backs, I should make sure that Paul is always with me so he can translate."

"Where is Paul?"

"The ambassador gave him three days off, he didn't think I'd need a body guard in the middle of an army camp."

I wondered where Simon was but I didn't want to ask.

Lieutenant Bamdra joined us in the kitchen, "My general has extended his invitation to join him at our mountain training camp and in view of your recent arrival in our country he is extending the use of his personal helicopter to make your trip a little more comfortable for you and your wife."

I was provided with the same outfit that James had been given, I took it to my bedroom, I wore a bra that was almost see-through, it was flesh tone nylon film with under cup webbing for uplift and support, I wore matching bikini brief panties to match. I chose medium tan self supporting stockings to cover my legs but because I'd been given massive army boots to wear on my feet I had to pull on a pair of James' thick woollen socks as well. I rolled the sleeves of the jacket up above my elbows and left three buttons open at the neck of the jacket.

I didn't need the lieutenant's help to make my uniform look good, I made it look more like a fashion statement than an army uniform.

Simon was a little unhappy when he heard that he was also having three days off because the army would be looking after me...I think that after only getting oral sex from me the evening before while Paul struggled to be felt as he fucked me with his comparatively little cock, Simon wanted to show me how a real African male fucked.

I'd never flown in a helicopter before and thought it strange that we were skipping over the forest a little higher than the tops of the trees. James asked the lieutenant why we were flying so low, "For the same reason that we are all dressed in camouflage, the forests of our country are filled with insurgents that we believe are supplied with arms and food by the French who would be delighted to see our regime fail..."

James looked confused, "...if we fly higher they would shoot at us, they may not have anti aircraft missiles, 'YET' but a fifty calibre round could still upset your whole day!"

It took almost three hours to fly up to the training camp in the mountains but three hours in a helicopter was far more enjoyable than sixteen hours bouncing around on rough tracks and handmade roads. As we flew over the clearing in the forest that the camp was built in it looked like a writhing oil slick covering the parade ground, the helicopter landed away from the oil slick. We were met by the general, he was obviously a West African, his personal body guards were all either Maasai Warriors or Zulus judging by their height and darker colour. The general greeted James first and asked lieutenant Bamdra to show James around the camp, then the general lifted my hand, he shook it, the way that Simon had done the first time we met, twisting his hand to stroke my palm with his third fingertip. He looked disappointed that I didn't respond in the way he expected. He 'Harrumphed, turned my hand over and kissed the back of my hand.

"Did I do something wrong general, you seemed disappointed or angry or something."

"May I be brutally honest with you Mrs Clarke?"

"Well, you're the one with the army behind you so feel free!"

"If you were an African wife, I'd just offer your husband his pick of my wives and he would offer you to me to have sex with..."

The general offered me his arm and I hooked my hand in the crook of his arm as he led me away from the helicopter, lieutenant Bamdra was guiding James to a wooden hut that would be our home for the next two days, James was going to change into his white suit for the official part of his visit to the camp, I had planned on changing into one of the dresses that Jennifer had picked out for me at the same time as James changed but the general had pulled me off towards the parade ground.

"...and if you were one of our French ruler's wives, I would have killed your husband and taken you for my own wife but as you are British and our new friends in the diplomatic world and British men are so possessive over their wives, I indicate my interest in you by stroking my third finger across your palm. In ancient Greece they believed that there was a vein that ran straight from the third finger to the heart..."

We had reached the parade ground at this point and the oil slick that I had seen writhing and boiling over the dirt from the helicopter as we flew in turned out to be one hundred new recruits, very naked and very black new recruits performing push-ups. The general patted the back of my hand as he gestured an upward movement with his head to the drill sergeant who barked out an order, bringing the new recruits to their feet and 'Dressing off', that didn't mean getting dressed, they all stood to attention, raised their right arm to the left shoulder of the man standing to their right then shuffling their feet until they were standing in perfectly straight lines.

Then the General walked me up and down the lines of totally naked men, five lines of twenty men. The men were so pumped up from their physical exercise that as soon as they stood still they all suddenly inflated to full hardness so I got to see one hundred black cocks at full erection, as we passed the final man in the last line he continued with his explanation of the 'Special' handshake.

"If you had been interested in me sexually, as I rubbed my 'Love' finger in your palm you would have smiled and copied the action with your own third finger against my palm. I felt very disappointed when you didn't."

"You have to forgive me general, I only arrived in your country yesterday, you are only the second man to ever shake my hand that way in my life!"

The general laughed at me, "Who was the first man?"

"My body guard."

"Only natural that your body guard should offer but he should also have explained why he did it!"

"Well, he probably planned to make the explanation today; he thought he had me to himself for three days while my husband was coming to see you."

"Oh dear, I may have made an enemy there, hopefully he's Beninese, like me."

"I think he may be a Zulu, I met a descendant of Shaka Zulu on the flight over from the UK yesterday and Simon looks like he could be the man's brother."

"Really, if I had a centime for every man who claimed to be a descendant of the great Shaka, I'd be an even richer man, what was this man's name?"

"Tshilidzi..." That's as far as I got, the general jumped in

"Marwlala?"

I nodded my head.

"He's a carpet bagger, he heard about our movement gaining the upper hand and he came over from South Africa and took over the first company he came across, he claimed to be a freedom fighter but he only killed five French colonialists, just enough to take over our largest copper mine."

Behind the men there were ten boxes and inside the boxes were uniforms and weapons, "What are these for general?"

"They are tangible reminders that at the end of six weeks only the ten best new recruits will earn a uniform, weapon and place in my army.

I went to the first box and picked up an old Enfield L1A1 SLR, the main rifle of the British army in the last half of the twentieth century, I raised the weapon to my right shoulder, "Too light really, the first rifle in the British inventory to have all pressed steel and plastic construction, it was built to be accurate but never really was, it was too lightweight, soldiers closed their eyes before they fired because of the expectation of pain caused by the recoil."

There were four AK forty-seven assault rifles and three M-sixteen rifles, a Dutch FN FAL and a Lee Enfield 303. In the last box. I carefully placed the SLR back into its box and headed for the 303. It was a strain just to lift the rifle to my shoulder; I looked at the furniture of the rifle, "Looks like it was used as a club rather than a rifle!"

"That's why it's in the last box, my men find it far too heavy to lift and it's plagued with misfire issues, they often have to use it as a club after it jams."

I pulled the bolt partly open so that it didn't chamber a round and looked down into the magazine, then I dropped the magazine out of the bottom of the rifle. I held it to the light, "The magazine has been loaded incorrectly, number five and four are loaded correctly but number three, look, number one is okay, the rim of number two is over the rim of number one but number three is over number two but it should be under, they are supposed to alternate. This rifle will fire twice and then jam on the third when the tip of the third projectile will catch in the receiving chamber and the rim will lift and jam as it twists into the chamber."

I flicked three rounds out of the magazine and then pushed the third back in, ensuring that its rim located under the second cartridge, "This is why when the Americans designed their M-one carbine they had a loading slide so that the rims would all be aligned correctly but that slider was also a drawback, in a fire-fight, the sound of the slider pinging out after the last bullet was fired gave the enemy an audible reference that told them the American's rifle was empty and they could rush him before he had a chance to reload."

I fitted the magazine back into the underbelly of the rifle and lowered it into the box, "I'm surprised that you don't look after this weapon better, it's the long barrelled variant, it's accurate to a mile and a half, even without optics a steady rifleman should be able to drop a man from over a mile away."

"I'm impressed Mrs Clarke, you seem to have an encyclopaedic knowledge of small arms!"

As he said small arms, I looked over at his lines of recruits and their now flagging erections and he grinned at me.

A bugler sounded the 'Guard Mount' call and all of the soldiers in the camp ran into their divisions around the parade ground as my husband stepped out onto the veranda of the wooden hut. I was guided to my husband's side or rather the general was at my husband's side, I was on the other side of the general as we walked around the divisions of his soldiers, they all had their personal weapons at their side, James was making small talk to the men as he walked around looking at them, often the lieutenant had to act as interpreter between James and the soldiers, we were stopped at a very tall soldier, he was a sergeant, obviously a Maasia warrior and he was holding a very special looking weapon.

"What kind of weapon do you think Sergeant Tambo is holding Mrs Clarke?"

I took a closer look, "It looks like a Remington 700 bolt-action rifle...may I take a closer look please?"

Sergeant Tambo snapped to attention, he drew the rifles bolt back half way so that the rifle couldn't be fired accidentally. I inspected the rifle closely before I looked back at the general, "This is probably your best rifle, it has the Quantico armoury stamp so it has been converted to an M-forty sniper's rifle and from the looks of it it's probably an M-forty A-five, making it less than ten years old."

I smiled at the general and handed the sergeant his rifle back.

James was several feet away from us because I had inspected the M-forty. The general nodded his head, he leaned in and whispered, "Sergeant Tambo does have the most impressive weapon in the camp and I don't mean his rifle...if you allow me a little pleasure later, I'll arrange for Sergeant to join us and give you a little exercise after I've finished if you'd like!"

Sergeant Tambo looked into my eyes and smiled, the general looked down at the front of the sergeant's trousers, there was a bulge that looked like it was the size of my forearm. I realised that it wasn't the general's words that had caused the sergeant's cock to grow, as I had handed his weapon back to him my upper body had twisted slightly, allowing him to see inside the badly fitting camouflaged blouse I was wearing and as the bra I was wearing was flesh toned, he probably thought he'd seen my breasts.

The general almost dragged me along to catch up with James and the lieutenant, we were nearing the last of the general's regular army, his new recruits were dressing in their own civilian clothes and were being marched away. James was asking the last man in the last line of soldiers where his home town was and then we were clear of our review of the troops.

"Mr Clark, my men are about to give a demonstration for the new troops on the firing range, I'd like you to join us to see how good my troops are at killing sheets of paper that can't fire back...would you like to try your hand at a few shots, just for sport?"

James smiled and shook his head, "Sorry general but if I had a go at your firing range I may well lose my wife's respect forever, her father is a professional gunsmith, Victoria used shotgun cartridges as her rattle as a baby and she cut her teeth on point two-two calibre rifles. You should invite her to show her shooting skills."

I got a genuinely warm smile off of the general, "Well Mrs Clark, will you entertain us on the firing range?"

"I grinned; I hadn't fired a gun since I married James and moved into London, "Okay general, I'll have a go, just for the fun of it."

The firing had started as we started walking towards the range, the targets were set at five hundred yards and the regular soldiers were firing AK's at the targets. They were doing reasonably well, they were hitting centre mass on the man shaped targets, there were no shots anywhere close to the bulls-eye which was located over the heart on the target, there was also a graduated circle on the forehead of the target man as well but that would be a risky shot as the head was so small and the general had a novel punishment for missing the target, the shooter had to run a kilometre in full kit whilst holding his rifle above his head.

The trainees were having a lecture of sorts at the side of the firing step as they watched the firing going on.

"After this round would you like to have your go Mrs Clark?"

"Erm, the targets are a little close, I'd really love to have a go with that long barrel Lee Enfield but I'd need a target about three times that distance."

There was another discussion in Fon and four soldiers were detailed to carry two of the target frames to the top of a hill that was a full kilometre further away than the targets that the AK's were firing at.

A fifth soldier was sent to the parade ground to fetch the big British weapon for me.

I took the rifle and dropped the magazine on the bench, there were close to three hundred men watching me like they were hawks and I was the field mouse. I checked that there wasn't a cartridge in the rifles spout and then held the gun up to the light so that I could look down the barrel.

I unscrewed the cleaning compartment in the rifle's butt-plate, there was a pull-through but no little oil bottle inside. "Do you have any gun oil please gentleman?"

I was offered twenty-five small bottles of oil; I thanked Sergeant Tambo and took the one he offered me. As I cleaned the Lee Enfield, Sergeant Tambo was cleaning his rifle on the same bench next to me. I oiled every moving part then I made sure that the cartridges were all loaded correctly and slipped a little oil down the barrel. I dropped the weight with its pull-cord attached down the barrel from the breach end so that any dirt would be pulled away from the breach instead of towards it. I had to trap the gun between my thighs to put enough muscle power into pulling the wad of cleaning material out of the barrel, I looked at the three hundred faces all watching me, there were dirty comments in Fon, French and Yoruba and several of the men were holding their erect cocks through their trousers as they offered to let me clean their weapons in languages that I couldn't understand.

It took a while for the two targets to be set up and once they were and the radio crackled to say that the soldiers setting up the targets were all clear; I took up a prone firing position on the firing step. I looked at the settings on the back sight, I guessed that the target was just under a mile away so I set the sight elevator to a mile, I looked for signs of windage on the bushes and tall grass between the firing step and the target, I set the windage setting to account for a slight crosswind.

I pulled the butt of the rifle hard into my shoulder and took my first sighting on my target. I moved my body slightly and pulled hard again...something was wrong so I pushed the gun away again and rubbed my fingertips over the brass butt-plate. The gun had been used as a club so often that there were gouges and curls of sharp brass in the plate; if I fired the rifle the kick back could have pushed the curls of brass deep into my shoulder.

I could see men laughing at me as I worried over the stock of the gun and also because Sergeant Tambo was getting into position on my right, obviously the second target was set up for the sergeant to fire at in competition with me. I couldn't back out of the competition just because the butt of the rifle needed attention from an armourer.

I took off my bush hat and folded it into four, I pushed it into the camouflaged blouse that I'd been lent to pad out my shoulder. The range marshal set up his telescope on the targets and he gave the order that the range was clear and that we could fire in our own time. Sergeant Tambo was in the ready position so he squeezed off a round, the range marshal called out, "Sergeant Tambo, clean shot, centre mass"

I yanked the Lee Enfield hard into my shoulder and took a quick shot. "Mrs Clarke, heart shot low, five point ring!"

That caused a murmur to run around the soldiers, Tambo had used his sniper's scope and I'd fired over open sights and I'd wiped the floor with him. Sergeant Tambo rolled onto his side and he said something to me through gritted teeth, I didn't understand what he'd said though as he was speaking Yoruba. The general chuckled at Tambo's words.

"You've upset my best shot Mrs Clarke, he's just called your parentage into question!"

"Can I use his Remington for my next shot please?"

The general jabbered in Yoruba and sergeant rolled in a little closer to me and he passed his rifle over to me. I set his telescopic sight up to match what I'd set on the Lee Enfield and I took a sighting pose. The target was a little blurred, a sure indicator that the sight had been bumped and the lenses had been knocked out of line slightly. I cracked off a shot, "Mrs Clarke, heart shot, low, single point ring!"

I handed Tambo back his weapon, "Thanks for lending me your weapon sergeant, the sight needs a repair, they're out of alignment somewhat. You need to keep it in its case when you're not shooting."

Tambo took another shot, the range marshal reported that Tambo had made a heart shot in the same position as the one I'd made with his gun.

I fired three more shots into the target's heart, all three clipped the bull's eye and I put my fifth shot into the target's forehead target in the centre bull. Tambo matched me shot for shot after his first shot. I policed my brass from my five shots and handed the gun and the brass to the range marshal.

Sergeant Tambo offered me his hand, he spoke again in Yoruba, I took his hand, he rubbed my palm with his middle finger, I looked into his eyes, I smiled and I moved my third finger over his palm, just one little movement but it made his black face split into a crescent of gleaming white teeth.

lieutenant Bamdra stepped up close, "Sergeant Tambo has just apologised for calling you the daughter of a whore and an illegitimate female dog, he begs you for your forgiveness!"

I reached out my hand, pulled the sergeant's head down a little and I kissed him on his cheek.

The range marshal was pacing up and down in front of the assembled soldiers, he was giving them a lecture at a very high volume.

"The marshal is asking them how come an English girl can shoot better than every one of them put together, he's telling them that they are a waste of their uniform."

My shoulder was very sore but I didn't let that show, I simply pulled my bush hat out of my blouse and placed it on my head.

We went to the dining tent and we all had a cold drink, the general took me to one side, "I see that you accepted my sergeant's offer, it is more usual to give to the officer before you give to his men!"

"Well, if that is the convention, I should acquiesce in that case."

I got the same massive grin from the general that the sergeant gave me.

"Mr Clarke, my border patrol will be leaving after lunch to patrol a section of the border between Benin and Nigeria, as you weren't due to arrive until midnight at the earliest we don't have anything planned for the rest of today, would you like to take a stroll through the jungle with our border force?"

"How long will the patrol be out for?"

"You'll be back in time for breakfast!"

James asked for a moment, he took my arm and he guided me over to our hut, "I think the general has plans to fuck you tonight, that's why he's getting me out of the way."

"I thought that I was here to fuck your way to a few contracts!"

"Well, that was why they gave me the job but I was expecting things to happen in the safety of our villa, not out here surrounded by hundreds of horny soldiers."

"What have you been asked to try and sell to the general?"

"Well, we'd like a contract to maintain their helicopters, we'd like to get a foot in the door with their training as well...oh, and we have over fifty thousand Enfield SLR rifles that we'd like to sell as well, they're old and we were about to scrap them, if I could get twenty pounds a unit for them my bosses in Whitehall will be over the moon."

"Okay, you get togged up in your 'Action Man' outfit, I'll go over and talk to the general, I'll tell him that you're not happy leaving me behind in the camp with so many men, don't come out until I come back!"

I walked over to the general's office, "General, my husband isn't happy to leave me here in camp while he goes off playing soldier in your jungle; he wants to take me along with him. If I'm going to be able to stay here in camp, I need to have an excuse, something to do that can't be done out in the jungle."

"Like what?"

"Well, I couldn't help but notice, you have a mixture of weapons, different calibres, wouldn't it be helpful to have some kind of consolidation, get your hands on a volume of the same type of weapon?"

"What do you have in mind?"

"Well, James might be able to get you some of our British inventory, some of our old SLR rifles, if your men are trained how to use them, they are a lot more accurate than the AK forty-seven's you've got."

"Why not some of your SA Eighty Rifles?"

"The SA Eighty is for house to house work, it doesn't have the long range accuracy that you need in a jungle, it's more a point and spray kind of weapon and its wasteful on ammunition."

"You do know your weapons don't you Mrs Clarke!"

I smiled at the compliment, "It's just that if you were to order a few of the SLR rifles and some training time from our experts in how to use them, I could stay here and do the paperwork, make the calls to London, you know, button down the red tape, that kind of thing, James would go off happily for his night patrol, thinking I'm busy back here in camp!"

I returned to James with a firm order for thirty thousand SLR rifles at a unit price of thirty pounds and an open order for a number of British army staff trainers to teach the Beninese soldiers how to use the weapons.

I reported back to James what I'd agreed with the General, James was over the moon, he hadn't got rid of the whole fifty thousand guns but he had got a deal for nine hundred thousand pounds for just over half of the weapons where he'd be expected to get the full million for all fifty thousand guns. All that and he still had two days to try and get our helicopter sales team in front of the general at some point in the future.

We ate lunch and I waved James off on his jungle hike. I was still waving my hand towards the group leaving camp, 'Tail end Charlie', the man at the very back of the patrol was still in view when the general grabbed my wrist and turned me to face him. "Vicky, this morning, you inspected my new recruits while they were exercising in the nude, would you be willing to join them in their afternoon workout?"

"Will they be in the nude again?"

"Yes!"

"Am I expected to dress in the same way as your new recruits?"

"Would it upset you if I asked you to dress in the same way?"

"Being dressed or undressed isn't a problem for me but I'm not going to be a 'Camp Tramp', I'm not going to fuck my way around the whole camp. I'm only available to you and to Sergeant Tambo!"

The general grinned at me, "I give you my promise that you will only be expected to have sex with me, your agreement with my sergeant, that's just between the two of you, he can only take your offer up after I'm finished with you...so what do you say, will you go through an exercise session for thirty minutes with my men in the nude."

It crossed my mind that if the general wanted to, he could have just handed me over to his men and told them to do with me what they wanted, at least he was asking me and seemingly giving me the choice.

I went to the wooden hut to get undressed and think about just how I could manage things if they did turn ugly. I saw the one hundred men stripping naked on the parade ground. Their drill sergeant had told them that I would be joining them for their thirty minute exercise session but I don't think he mentioned the way that I would be dressed because his trainees were only showing a mild interest in the change to their planned exercise regimen.

I walked to the hut's doorway and the general was waiting for me on the small veranda in front, he smiled at my nudity, his body was blocking his men's view of me, "You're very beautiful Mrs Clarke!"

"Surly you should call me Victoria or Vicky the way I'm dressed, Mrs Clarke is far too formal for a naked woman!"

He chuckled again, Right, my drill sergeant will hand over his squad's training session to you, they have all been told, in their various languages, that you will perform an exercise and that they must follow, any man that can't keep up with you will be sent home today as will any man who fails to give you the respect that you deserve!"

I took a deep breath and I walked out across the parade ground with my head held high, there was a thirty second stunned silence and a lot of flag waving as the men came to life between their legs, after the first thirty seconds the noise level increased to a fever pitch.

It had been fifteen years since I last did a physical workout and I was trying to remember some of the things that I'd done at school when I was a child. I stood five feet in front of the first line of men; there were five lines with twenty men in each line. I was roughly in front of the tenth man.

I stood there for a few seconds, I was just looking up and down the lines of men as they chatted and nudged each other. How would I get the men to be silent and keep still, the sergeant would just bark an order at the top of his voice but I didn't have anything like that volume at my disposal. The men may well be chattering and moving in the ranks but every eye was on me.

I put my hands behind my back and spread my feet shoulder width apart; I shook my body like a dog shaking water out of its fur. I took a deep breath and then I brought my feet together and moved my arms smartly to my sides and lifted my chin.

I knew the layout of the camp, the mountain stream that gave the camp its drinking water; it was fast moving and was bringing melt water from the high mountain that had snow on its peaks. Within ten seconds all talking had stopped and the men had all stood to attention, some were also standing to attention between their legs as well. Another deep breath and I dropped into a squat thrust and transitioned into a jumping jack.

It took a while for the men to get the idea but they all copied the simple double exercise that I performed twenty times. Without warning, after I finished the twenty reps, I turned and ran towards the general's helicopter, the men were taken by surprise and I was more than half way up the hill before the first man moved. I used the helicopter as a pivot point and then I ran towards the stream. I jumped into the water, or rather onto the top of a bolder just inches under the water's surface, the stream was almost waist deep and it was bloody freezing. But I managed to pick out rocks that I could use to jump several feet at a time without going into deep water. I'd completed one hundred yards through the water before the first trainee reached the edge of the stream and at that point I chose to drop into the cold water which almost came up to my breasts. I clambered out of the stream on the opposite bank from the parade ground and then ran a few yards along that bank before stepping up my speed and I did a spring across the stream back to the parade ground. There was a hell of a churning up of the stream as the trainees struggled to run along the bed of the stream.

I'd been exercising for twenty five minutes by the time I reached the general and his drill sergeant and I stood getting the feeling back into my legs in the sun. We couldn't see any of the trainees but we could hear them as they struggled through the deep stream. The first man to leave the stream at the point that I did was having difficulty in using his legs properly because of the cold.

He couldn't jump the stream at the point that I did because his muscles were still so cold. He had to drop into the stream again, walk across it and drag himself out of the water. The first man back had taken fifty minutes to complete the exercise and as he stood shivering to attention in front of the general he was handed a uniform, boots and weapon.

"My drill sergeant has never passed a man into the regular army so early in his training."

The general shook the man's hand; he still had five weeks of his training left before he would be joining a platoon at the end of the six week training. The general looked at me and gestured with his head for me to shake his hand, "Congratulate him, he's done incredibly well so far, he doesn't speak a word of English but his sergeant will translate for you!"

I took the soldiers hand and as I shook his hand I congratulated him for doing so well, the general was looking at his hand closely, "He isn't asking you for sex because he feels that as you are a better shot than him, are far fitter than him, and of course, you're British, he probably feels that you'd be offended if he asked you...you could of course make the offer to him...if you really wanted to congratulate him!"

I looked into the generals eyes and he nodded his head, "I'll tell him that he's third in line and that you may not have time on this visit to let him fuck you but third or one hundred and third, he'd happily stand in line!"

I felt my face heat up as I pondered, our hand shake was ridiculously long now but I twisted my hand in his, bent my third finger and rubbed my finger in his palm, he looked shocked at first but then came the massive grin and he reciprocated the finger movement.

The general had a long conversation, the soldier nodded his understanding. "Well my dear, shall we go to my hut now?"

I nodded my head and as the general slipped his right hand onto my bottom and he used his hand to guide me I saw Sergeant Tambo talking to the new private as only the second man stumbled up to the finishing point.

"I suggested that he talk to Tambo, see if they can come to some agreement to visit you together later!"

I helped the general to undress, he was overweight and being Beninese, his cock wasn't the wand of legend that all white women had been told that black men all were, the general was actually smaller than my husband.

"You're the first British woman that I've ever heard of that was happy to be naked in front of over a hundred men, your race's reputation says that you're all very conservative and reserved, you come as a shock to me Victoria!"

I took a good solid hold on the generals little private and rubbed him, we were standing face to face at the side of his bed, I lifted my foot up and placed my foot on his bed, then I pulled his cock forward and lifted my cunt onto it. I actually did all of the work and I fucked him as we stood kissing.

I took the general totally by surprise; he had no idea that he was about to cum so quickly. "You really take me by surprise Vicky, I never expected that any woman could have done that to me and do it so quickly. It will take me an hour to get my second wind, shall I call Sergeant Tambo over?"

I'd been disappointed at the general's cock size and I'd taken my second black cock in my cunt and had been left a little high and dry again, hell to little, I'd been left very high and not at all dry. Even though the general only had a wooden shack as his living space and office, he still had a bidet in his bathroom because the French had originally built the camp in the last few days of their hold over the country.

I gave myself a quick internal shower; it actually took me longer to wash his seed out than it took me to get it from his balls. I saw the general at his office window. Tambo and the private were still standing where they had been when I walked away from them in the nude, their eyes were fixed on the general's hut and they still were. The general opened his window and called to Tambo, he beckoned for him to come to his office.

Some trainees were still just getting back from the run I'd set them, I looked over the general's shoulder, Tambo and the private were walking along together, I had a mini panic. I'd already been told that Tambo had the biggest cock in camp but the private was only a Beninese and his cock wasn't memorable in size at least so I relaxed a little.

The general sat in a chair, still naked as sargeant Tambo undressed, this wasn't going to be any kind of quick fuck, Tambo's cock could qualify as some kind of snake it was so long but I'd never seen a snake that fat. Both men wanted to make love to me rather than just fuck me and they took it in turns to bring me off without depositing their seed in my pussy. As they took their turns they were discussing what they were doing and what to do next in Yoruba, I saw the general grin and he asked, "Have you ever had anal sex Vicky?"

I was gasping through my orgasm and I shook my head, Tambo was 'At Bat', he was on top of me and ploughing my furrow deeper than it had ever been ploughed before.

"Well my dear, prepare yourself, at least Tambo is allowing his subordinate to take your anal virginity!"

Tambo pushed his left arm under my shoulders, he stopped fucking me and clamped me tight against his chest before rolling onto his back and hoisting me on top of his body. The private was pushing against my anus before I could say that I didn't do anal sex. Tambo clamped his lips over mine to capture my scream and suddenly I did do anal sex!

The general allowed my two African lovers to fuck me solidly for two hours, taking me in turn as well as both together before the general stopped their playtime, it was lights out, Tambo would be leaving camp on patrol at four o'clock in the morning so he needed an early night and the trainee, he had a curfew to maintain discipline.

I washed out both holes while the general changed his sheet and flipped his mattress. At least in his second wind the general had at least managed a little more staying power and because he was in charge, he could more easily stop before he climaxed so he could keep going a little longer.

We were rapidly approaching midnight when the camp bugler sounded the 'Alert' followed by 'Guard Mount'.

The general jumped away from me and he pulled his trousers on and ran from his bedroom and out into the darkened parade ground. All of the camp ran to form their squares, the only man fully dressed was the radio operator. A note was placed in the General's hand, he had a look of terror on his face, "I'm sorry Mrs Clarke but the patrol that your husband was with has been captured by members of Boko Haram and they are being taken across the border and into Nigeria, they'll kill all of my men and hold your husband for ransom."

"So, what are you going to do about it."

"there is nothing we can do, it'll take a rescue party six hours to reach the point that your husband was ambushed, Boko Haram will be well inside Nigeria by then."

"You could use your helicopter, get ahead of them and hold them up!"

"My helicopter can't fly at night in these mountains and it can only take three passengers."

Tambo was at my side and he was fastening his tunic and his M-forty was over his shoulder, he also had the Lee Enfield 303 at his side. I looked at the 303, Tambo didn't speak English but I could see what was on his mind, between us we were the best shots for a few hundred miles around. The private was there as well with the weapon that he'd been issued with earlier, he wasn't dressed in his new uniform, he was wearing his civilian clothes and he was chattering away to Tambo, the general...anyone who would listen.

"My friend here is suggesting that he, you and Tambo use my helicopter to fly into Nigeria, they know the pass that the patrol was heading for so they also know the only way that Boko Haram can go. Tambo is willing to go as a private citizen so that the Beninese government won't be dragged into an international incident."

I gave Tambo my camouflaged shirt because it had no rank or insignia on it as it was brand new. I wore jeans and a black T-shirt and the three of us hopped into the back of the general's helicopter. The pilot wasn't happy flying in the dark; he couldn't fly at treetop height so we would be more vulnerable to ground fire.

We headed straight for the Nigerian border, Tambo thought that there would be no chance that the raiding party could have even reached the border in the little time that they'd had, we'd just set up a forward observation post and wait for them to come to us.

The pilot spent less than ten seconds on the wrong side of the border and the three of us built a hide on a high point and took turns in keeping look out. I was having another fuck with Tambo as dawn broke and the private patted me on my bottom, I was still totally naked as I looked over my sight. There was a group of men dressed all in black, the Beninese soldiers were still alive, their hands were tied behind their backs and a rope linked them together at their necks.

I saw James being pulled along by the Boko Haram leader, James had his hands tied in front of his body, as a government attaché James wasn't seen as a problem, not like trained soldiers. "It looks like my husband is praying!"

I was watching every twitch of the man pulling my husband over my sights, James looked up and he was muttering, it looked like he was praying.

Tambo looked like he was having doubts in the cool light of day, the group of Boko Haram terrorists were dressed like Nigerian farmers. I reached out and patted Tambo on his arm and I popped one round into the head of the man pulling James along. Tambo was suddenly at his own sight and he took one of the others out. The terrorists were suddenly the terrorised; we were so far away that the sounds of our shots weren't making the journey as far as our bullets were. Two terrorists were dead and around eighteen men were looking into the distance behind them. They assumed that the shooters were following behind them rather than being just over the border where they should have been safe. They were hiding behind rocks in full sight of Tambo and me.

I stopped Tambo taking his second shot, I tapped my head, he shook his, he tapped his body, tapped his sternum. I tapped my head again and then I took out a third terrorist with another head shot. They must have assumed that we were on the Beninese side of them and that they were being killed as they looked over the top of the massive rocks. Our friendly private didn't have a hope in hell of hitting anything he aimed at with the SLR he was carrying so he set off like a mountain goat and headed down the mountain to take on the ambushers at a closer vantage point.

Between us Tambo and I had halved the number of Boko Haram members and those that were left dropped the ropes that they were dragging the Beninese army members along with. They dropped their weapons as well as they ran for Nigeria and safety. They were met with a volley from the SLR, up close on fully automatic. The trigger was held down long after all were dead and the magazine was empty.

It took twenty minutes for Tambo and I to reach the group, they were just ten feet from the post that marked the border and all the men that the private had killed were inside Nigeria. Lieutenant Bamdra had been badly beaten and had a cut forehead, he quickly freed all of his men and he set them to dragging the Boko Haram fighters back onto the Beninese side of the border and all signs of blood on the Nigeriam side covered up.

We were all resting up for an hour when the Nigerian patrol came up on us, lieutenant Bamdra approached the physical border marker, he saluted the Nigerian officer and they spoke in one of their common border languages. Lieutenant Bamdra told his men to pile up the Boko Haram bodies on top of each other and the Nigerian gave the lieutenant a five gallon can of diesel fuel. Tambo took my arm and James' and he pulled both of us away from the little clearing. We were a quarter of a mile away from the border when a pall of black smoke rose above the jungle.

We went back to where the patrol was ambushed and found two of the Beninese party were wounded but not dead and four that were dead. Tambo and my private started digging graves while James started to make two litters to drag the wounded men out of the jungle while I treated the two wounded men.

Lieutenant Bamdra and the main part of his squad had stayed with the funeral pyre until it had burned out and then kicked the ashes into the dust of the track-way to the border crossing before following on to us at a run.

We got a hero's welcome when we arrived back at camp, we'd been met half way back to camp by the rescue troop and they took over our wounded so that we could get back to camp quicker. I was carried into the camp on Tambo and the private's shoulders. The soldiers and the ninety trainees that were left after ten men failed my fitness test were giving us a kind of Zulu welcome. They were jumping up and down on the spot as they chanted, screeched and warbled.

I whispered in James' ear, "I think I owe my two friends a damned good fuck for risking their lives to come with me to save your life."

James grinned, "They were brave, just the two of them and you taking on twenty heavily armed terrorists and getting everyone out with no more loss of life. Have fun!"

Tambo and the private were excused duties as they had been up all night on a mission so that they could spend as long fucking me as they wanted too.

A month later when the excitement of the trip to the army training camp was long forgotten and James was working on selling automatic knitting machines to Beninese hosiery industry, I got a call from the ambassador, James and I had been invited to the Presidential Palace to watch my two friends being awarded medals for courage and valour above and beyond the call of duty. I was told that I'd need a blue gown with white petticoats under as I was representing HMG at the investiture.

I was at the back of the great hall inside the palace with James as other medals were being handed out. One of the President's aids came over and whispered in James' ear. James pulled me from my seat and walked down between the rows of seats, the President was welcoming James to his palace and detailing to the assembled great and good why James was there to thank his rescuers and to hand their medals to the President to hand to the soldiers.

I stood listening to the translation into English, I was looking at the wonderfully ornate medals, there were two sets of two medals on a velvet pillow, there was a ribbon hanging over the pillow as well, 'Hey, that ribbon is the same material as my dress is made out of' ran through my head.

I got a wide grin from my private friend as he was presented with two medals. I got a slightly more restrained smile from my friendly sergeant as he received his two medals and then the President lifted his head to the assembled group as the private and sergeant stood next to each other looking at me, the hall erupted as people were clapping and stamping their feet and above the ruckus I heard the president say my name as James handed him the blue ribbon which was tied in a knot to form a sash that was placed over my head and one shoulder, then James passed him one medal which the President pinned to the sash over my left breast, it was the highest civilian honour that the President could bestow.

There was a finger buffet after the investiture and James brought Sergeant Tambo and my friend the private over, "Vicky, I've invited these two reprobates to spend the weekend at our villa with us."

I took the car home with my two lovers and left James pressing the flesh at the Presidential palace, I didn't want to waste a single moment with my two wonderful black lovers. Anyway, I needed the practice, Tshilidzi had placed an order for two million pounds worth of mining equipment as well as other goods and services from English companies so I'd be entertaining Tshilidzi at our villa the following week!

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