There were expats there from the diplomatic circle, and we met some expats from other companies. It seemed embarrassing at times to stand together and...watch our wives dance so close with the African men. To pretend not to see when African hands wandered... I wandered off. Better not to see Paula in Mr Kioto's arms. She came out to me later by the pool. Eyes bright, chatty and cheerful. We sipped Pimm's Nr 1 in the moonlight. She told me how much better this was and that we should be careful not. 'May I kiss you? I know French people kissmore than English, but that's not quite what I meant. I would very muchlike to kiss you properly. Have you kissed a man like that before?''No, I have not. And yes, I would like to kiss'. I closed up to him, andtook him gently in my arms, and I noticed that he tipped his head backslightly and closed his eyes as our mouths came together. Those full,sweet lips met mine and it was like nectar as I pressed into him. It was alovely moment, sensual without. "Sperm," I replied. "I would like to see."He grabbed my dick and began pulling hard up and down. This was not thefirst time I had been milked my a man but it was the first by a black man."Com'on," he said. "Make this little cock squirt for me. I don't have allday." That was all it took I felt my glans explode and I ejaculated in hishuge hand. He took his hand and immediately smeared it all over my face."I'll bet that wasn't enough to wet your lips," he laughed as he shoved meface down on the. I wondered where the Windhoek police and Namibia military were. There were none seen in any of the sweeps I did with the cameras outside the walls. The streets were crowded with fighters and protesters.There was no need to keep looking. I could not do anything about the events; now it was in Andy’s hands and I was not going to second guess his decisions.I played General and now I had to wait to see how many of my men died versus the bad guys, a wait that I was not enjoying.I stopped by the Oval.