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"Quite the hot time there, eh?" Eric noted. You did a good job with Haranga. I think he likes you, and I believe he'll keep his people here for the rest of your stay. Now, let's go get some pictures and then head back to camp and your pretty young white wife." Rick walked shakily back to the Land Rover to resume the photo adventure. Eric, meanwhile, had already had a bit of a photo adventure, having filmed Haranga having his way with Rick's body. It wasn't exactly what he needed, but that would come. Eric smiled at the thought. The afternoon, though shortened by the lunch break recreation, was productive. Rick got some excellent photos of a pair of lionesses and a cub stalking, and ultimately downing a young buffalo calf. He was very fortunate to be able to capture the encounter, including the calf's mother trying desperately to drive off the pair of fierce females. There were a few other interesting photo ops, but nothing else outstanding. The five men rode back to camp in the Land Rover, sitting quietly as the vehicle bounced across the African plain, Rick was exhausted, and confused by his encounter with, and submission to, Haranga. strangely, he thought, the episode, while uncomfortable when taking place, was wildly exciting in retrospect. Rick fell asleep, images of wildlife intermingled with memories of Haranga's demanding cock, as he drifted off. Day two of the safari was a washout. A Blowjobs huge electrical storm rolled over the group's camp just after sunup, accompanied by a Hardcore Sex downpour that settled into a steady, all-day drizzle. Eric's decision to wait out the rain in their tents was welcomed by all hands. Donna and Rick spent the morning with Eric, immersed in stories and photos of the area's flora and fauna, learning more about the plants and animals Rick would pursue and photograph, and Donna would capture on canvas. Shortly after a cold lunch served by the camp crew, Eric appeared at the entrance to the guest couple's tent, accompanied by Haranga. Pulling aside the tent flap, he stuck his head in and, apologizing for the intrusion, reminded Rick that he had promised to help the three main porters with their English . Haranga, especially, Eric told the couple, was eager to learn the language and customs since the vast majority of their safari clients spoke the language. "Come in, won't you," Donna invited Eric and Haranga. "Get out of the wet and have some coffee. I just made a fresh pot for Rick and I." Eric accepted, but Haranga stayed outside, and, after a short conversation with his boss, showed obvious displeasure. "Better go with him, Rick," Eric urged. "He's eager to get the learning process started." Rick, muttered a demurral. but with Donna's urging, put on his yellow slicker and headed toward the tent exit. 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