Sally was sitting in the broken down jeep in an African jungle. He has a fantastic house but I’m not going to describe that. Swimming pool sex stories : This story is completely fictional!
African culture regards the seduction of sexually active women totally different that that of the western hemisphere. Sadly, there are few laws enforced to protect women in some countries and this appalling practice of sexual humiliation has torn families apart. A lot of kidnapped teen women, wives and daughters, have been forced into prostitution and sex slavery. Working as an oil engineer in several African countries during the early 1970’s and also a few year later, I encountered many bizarre things but have not revealed them until recently.
There are some things about Africa that have drawn little press and that are hidden from the American public. Little has been published about the black African leaders, power brokers and businessmen who took sexual advantage of white businessmen and their families. The following story is of one occurrence that I partially witnessed and later became aware of what else had transpired from conversations with two of the daughters. To protect their privacy I have changed the names of the people involved. It was on a Friday afternoon when my African boss, Motambi, gave me several contract documents to deliver to a fellow engineer named Atkins.
Atkins had been in Africa only for a year but somehow had just recently been promoted again over several other long-term English employees. I had wondered as to why he was favored by Motambi but soon I would find out the shocking truth. As I entered the villa where he and his family lived I noticed several expensive automobiles parked outside. The gardener met me at the gate and took me to the door. As I entered I thought perhaps that I was intruding as Atkins and his family along with several guests were in the family room. A bizarre setting in that there were five very black Africans seated on the chairs and sofa with Atkins’ three young blonde 18yo daughters sitting on several of their laps. I later found out that these men were from wealthy families and worked for the company that Atkins was employed by.
His wife, Joan, was seated next to one of the Africans with his arm around her shoulder as she was pouring drinks. Atkins, seemingly blushing, stood up and greeted me. After going over the papers with Atkins in the breakfast room, he suggested we go outside onto the patio. As we walked through the large family room I couldn’t help but again notice his wife and two daughters sitting so close to the black Africans or on their lap.