Date: Mon, 2 Feb 2015 13:23:39 -0500
From: Jay Stick <joystick56@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Customer/Dexter's Saga Chapter #30

The Customer/Dexter's Saga
Chapter #30

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Jesse grabbed the back of the Arab's head and wove his fingers through the
black hair, pulling his face to his throbbing cock. He then thrust his
rigid meat deep into Rashid's hot, wet mouth.  Furiously, he began to fuck
his face. Thrusting in and out, feeling his balls slap against his lover's
chin, he could feel the powerful orgasm building more and more........

Chapter 30

Sunday afternoon, after cleaning the cabin and washing the bedding, the two
men packed up the car and headed back to the city.

"Rashid, just in case I forget later, I want to thank you for a wonderful
weekend," Jesse said. "I feel really relaxed. It is not often that I get
the chance to really have a fun time."

"I would think that with Yethro's and your lifestyle that you would have
plenty of time for relaxation. Living in the Governor's mansion with all
those servants and guards must be nice."

"It is not that simple. Even with all those amenities, we are always under
the magnification glass. There is the legitimate press and, to add to this,
there is the ever-lurking paparazzi always sneaking around. That is why I
like coming to the cabin so much. With the fence and the police patrols, it
is more or less secure here. Here at least I know that the Police Chief is
an old friend of ours and can be trusted to keep his mouth shut as well as
keep his men in line. Everyone of them is hand picked and most of them owe
their jobs to Yethro."

"I still think I would love to live like that. At least I would not have to
worry about work and money!"

"Rashid, you do have a lot to learn. Working for Yethro is no holiday and
while the money is good, there is no such thing as an eight-hour day,"
Jesse laughed. "You can be in the office until after mid-night and there is
no overtime pay."

They drove on and after a while, Jess pulled to a stop in front of the
liquor store. "Speaking about money, I almost forgot we have that cooler to
return."

"Yes, I forgot about that also. We should keep it as I hope we'll be making
more use of the cabin."

"Well, beer is nice for a first date. But now that we are more or less
going steady," Jesse laughed. "I think wine is a more appropriate drink and
we have plenty of that at the cabin. However, if you insist I could always
have a few cases of beer sent up there and stored in the cold room."

"That might not be a bad idea. And before you lecture me about Muslims and
alcohol, I have to admit that I do like a cool one in the warm weather,"
Rashid said as he got out and took the cooler out to bring it back to the
storeowner.

After returning the cooler they continued on the way to Rashid's place. The
house might have been in a lower class area of the capitol, but it was well
kept. Jesse could see that Rashid's mother must have scrubbed the front
pouch and steps, as you could still smell the bleach. In addition, Jesse
could see some of the neighbors peaking out from behind their heavily
draped windows to inspect the newcomers. Jesse smiled as he whispered to
Rashid that it looked as if his mother had notified the entire neighborhood
of their imminent arrival.

"I really doubt that! We are a very private family. At least we were. I
think that is about to change. The truth of the matter is that it is very
rare that a BMW passes through this area, let alone parks here - and the
word spreads quickly. They must have seen her scrubbing the steps and
figured that an important person was coming. Not that she doesn't do it
everyday, but I'll wager half that "bride price" Yethro is going to shell
out that she really did a thorough job of it today," he chuckled as he
placed his key in the door lock and opened the door. Once opened he quickly
ushered Jesse into the house, and he whispered, "Let's get inside before
the nosey peasants decide to join us for a visit."

They entered the house and Rashid called out in Arabic, "Mom, I'm home and
I've brought some company," he shouted as he directed Jess into the living
room, where they were soon met by an older woman looking like she had just
come out from the kitchen (which she had). "Mom, I want you to meet Jesse
ibn Allwadii. He is one of the students in those classes I'm taking with
the Imam."

Bowing her head slightly, she said, "Yes, my son has often talked about you
and how well you are doing in your studies. The entire Muslim population of
the state is proud of your father and the job he is doing in the
Governorship. We are also proud that his adopted son is studying to be a
Muslim," she said in halting English with some Arabic mixed in, which
Rashid translated. "But I am most proud of Rashid for having such an
important man as a friend. I just wish his father were alive to see
this. Please sit down and make yourself comfortable. Perhaps you would like
a lemonade or coffee after your long trip and before we sit down to
eat. There is still a few things I have to finish in the kitchen, but I
will have my granddaughter prepare a pitcher of lemonade or some coffee."

"Please, if it is not too much trouble, a lemonade will be fine, thank
you."

"Good, Rashid please see to our guests comfort while I go back to the
kitchen," she said quickly in Arabic.

Rashid fluffed up a cushion on the big overstuffed chair and told Jesse to
sit. "You sit here and act like a Pasha about to sample his latest harem
slave." He laughed.

A few minutes later this beautiful, young body floated into the room and
placed a tray with a pitcher of lemonade and some glasses on the low table
before Jesse. "Jess, may I present to you my niece, Rania. You can call her
Ronnie if you prefer."

"My God, how can this be? She is beautiful!" he said taking her hand and
bringing it to his lips and lightly kissing it. "You never told me I would
meet this vision of paradise. Come sit and join us for some lemonade and
conversation. I have been talking to your uncle all weekend and for a
change, I would prefer some female tones in the air."

"No I can't, it is not customary for a single girl to...

"Nonsense! I do not wish to violate your customs. Rashid will you permit
her to join us for a drink? I insist on it! Such beauty must not be hidden
in a kitchen. This is one Muslim tradition that must go in this era."

"You, my friend, must learn that change takes time. But in this case, yes,
she may stay. You are our guest and as such we accede to your
wishes. However, you must remember, while it is very unusual for a girl to
talk to non-relatives, in this case, I do not have any objections."

They sat down and she poured them three glasses and Jesse smiled at her as
he lifted his glass in salute to her. That photo of her did not do her
justice at all. With a good photographer and agent she could become a
high-class model.  She really was a beauty with those dark almost black
eyes peering over that thin transparent veil. If that was meant to hide her
gorgeous face it failed and did nothing to hide the treasure that was
beneath. That treasure was finally revealed when she had to lower it to
drink. Her skin looked clear and slightly olive in color. Her lips full and
naturally red, not painted. And the 'Jalabiya' she wore, while it covered
her body from head to toe, it was as if she were nude sitting there just
waiting for him to reach out and remove one layer of clothing after the
other. Clearing his throat he thought that the Muslims were right is
insisting that women cover the entire body. This blossoming woman proved
that what one cannot see only makes it more desirable. And from what he
could see, this girl had already burst out of her puberty. Although stunned
by the utter radiance of her presence, he was finally able to ask her
questions about her background and was shocked to find that she had not
attended school. "No! No! We cannot have this, Rashid. This girl must
attend school. Perhaps a good female Muslim college, if there is such a
thing. I know it is not usual, but she is wasted sitting around the house
all day."

"Her time is not wasted!" the young Arab protested. "She is being taught to
be a good Muslim wife here at home and, besides, there is little if any
money for such silly nonsense as education for women. With us, a woman's
job is to look after her home. Our men are not looking to marry some
educated American schoolgirl. If they want to know something, they can
always pay some college professor to find out. A wife has other duties that
are expected of her. She must be able to run and maintain an orderly home
and also give the husband plenty of male children. By the time your
educated women are ready for the marriage bed, they are dried up and too
old for both children and sex. No wonder you American men are always so
horny. You educate your women, use contraception, and live with them
without marriage and then if you have children, you are too old to rear
them," Rashid laughed. "And look at what it has got you."

"You might be right about that, but I'm sure there must be plenty of men
who would love to date her."

"There are a lot of them, but few if any that I would accept," Rashid
stated. "And in this family, I am the one who will choose who she goes out
with."

"Dinner is ready!" Rashid's mother called from the doorway. "Come right
this way. There is the restroom for you to wash-up. I'm sure after your
trip you would like to refresh yourselves. When you are through, please
join us in the dining room."

After washing, they rejoined the women at the table, another innovation, as
Jesse was to find out. Muslim women seldom if ever sat at the same table as
their men. There was plenty of good food to eat (Jesse knew that the family
must have spent way over their weekly food budget on this meal alone). He
ate and really stuffed himself to the point that he was afraid that he
would explode. Over steaming hot Turkish coffee, they talked about the
conditions within the Arab community and its relations with the
Americans. All evening long Jesse could not take his eyes off the young
girl. It was as if they were the only two people in the room. She was
intelligent as well as beautiful and Jesse found himself captivated by
her. When she spoke, her dark eyes sparkled and her sexy accent enchanted
him so much that when dinner was over, he was very reluctant to
leave. However, it was getting late and Rashid would have to go to work in
the morning. Besides, Jesse was finally able to remind himself that he did
have to prepare for that trip to Washington. Much to his regret at 10
o'clock he told everyone how glad he was to have had the opportunity to
meet them and he hoped that he could soon return the favor and invite them
all to the Governor's mansion for a return meal. "I would love to see you
all again and I'm sure my father would love to meet both you and your
family. If there is one thing he misses in the mansion, it is the company
of his fellow Muslims at his table and I'm sure he would welcome the chance
to talk Arabic and hear the news from his homeland. He has trued to teach
me Arabic, but as hard as I try, I am a slow learner. Come Rashid; please
walk me to my car. I would like to speak further with you." And turning to
both women he again thanked them for their hospitality and took Ronnie's
hand and brushed it with his lips and whispered that he was really looking
forward to seeing her again. She retrieved her hand and pressed it to her
bosom and blushed like a very young schoolgirl.

Outside, Jesse took Rashid in his arms and kissed his cheek in Arab
style. "She is wonderful. You did well in her education and bringing her
up."

"Yes I did! However, I think you have ruined her this evening with all this
hand kissing baloney and permitting her and my mother to talk at the
table. A few hours with you and there goes seventeen years down the
drain. I warn you Jesse, you had better marry her! You spoiled her!" Rashid
warned. "Go, talk to your father."

Yes, I will try to get Yethro interested in her. My love, you have a gold
mine there in Ronnie. But, I changed my mind; do not bid too hard with
Yethro. While the old bastard loves a challenge and to bargain, he just
might have your throat cut and steal that lovely thing for his own
pleasure," he laughed and got into his car. "I will call you this coming
week," he shouted as he drove off toward the Governor's mansion.

A short time later, driving to the gate, the guard stopped him. "Welcome
back sir", the officer of the day greeted him and lifted up his phone and
alerted the house staff that Jesse was back on the grounds. By the time he
reached the front door, Yethro was there to welcome him home. Once the door
was closed, Yethro grabbed him and hugged him. "It's good to have you
back. You look rested and that sunburn looks good on you. I wish I could
have gone with you."

"It was nice to have Rashid, but I missed you also. Well, maybe next
time. Any news from Washington?"

"As a matter of fact, there is news. Mr. Green called and said that
arrangements are well underway for a meeting in Washington later this
week. He said you should be packed and ready by Wednesday. The Secret
Service will meet with you on Friday. Now tell me about this weekend. Did
you and your friend party with any women. I remember when I was your age,
my friends and I really would play hard. Will I have to send a construction
crew to rebuild the cabin from the floor up, or will just a clean-up crew
do?"

"Everything is fine at the cabin. We cleaned up before we left. We did not
have a wild party. There was just the two of us and we swam and had a few
beers. We could use a case or two of good beer. Rashid is a traditional
Muslim and comes from a good family, but he does like his beer in warm
weather. I told you he is in my Islam class at the Mosque.. He is not like
most of the others. He takes his lessons seriously and he invited me to his
home for dinner this evening, so that I could see a traditional Muslim home
and enjoy Arab food. His mother and niece prepared it and they went out of
their way to make me feel at home. They not only prepared it but they broke
tradition and ate with Rashid and me in order that I would feel at home. It
was a really lovely experience. I hope you do not mind, but as a matter of
courtesy, I told them that I was going to ask you for permission to invite
them for dinner here some evening. I think you will like them as they are
real traditional Muslims and they come from Syria."

"Traditional? What do you mean by that?"

"Well, Rashid is the only male member of the family left so he takes care
of both his mother and niece. He works hard to support them and he keeps a
close eye on his niece since her mother and father were killed in the civil
war. He has her under his protection and has not allowed her to date
anyone. She is a seventeen year old and from what I can see, she is well
brought up in the traditional ways."

"Seventeen," Yethro said and Jesse could almost see the wheels turning in
his brain. "Is she good looking?"

"I guess so. It is hard to tell under that veil," Jesse lied. "Rashid said
he has had a few offers for her hand in marriage, but he has turned them
down. Most of the men are either young boys who can not even support
themselves or older wealthy men looking for a young wife to care for them
and ...." Jesse did not finish as Yethro interrupted him.

"Yes, I know what you mean. She sounds like the type of woman I would have
liked for my second wife, if I had not found you instead. Most Arab men
will look for such a girl when they are in their older years, and their
wives have dried up. Someone to warm the cold bed and their bodies. In
fact, if you remember, I have often told you that when I think it is time
for you to produce children, that is the type I will choose for you. Are
you interested in this girl?"

"Me?" Jesse blushed and almost shouted, "Hell no! I told you a long time
ago that I'm not interested in girls. It is you that I want and only
you. Now don't even think of it. I'm having a hard enough time with
Phyllis, who you forced on me. I have always tried to do what you want, but
this girl is little more than a child. And she is the niece of a good
friend of mine and not the daughter of some party member you wish to
impress. Besides, as a good Muslim, I'm not sure Rashid or his mother would
want an infidel to be a part of his family. He does have his standing in
the community to think about."

"Not want the son of the first Muslim Governor in his family... Who does he
think he is?"

"Hey! Stop it! He is a nice guy who is a good Muslim and does not want to
pollute his family tree with a Christian."

"We will see about that! For the right price he will accept a pagan!"

"Yethro, control yourself. Just remember the last time you tried to mess in
my sex life, you almost got me married to that Phyllis. And it almost
caused us to split up. Besides, you have not even met this girl yet! And
more to the point - I have not decided to get married, nor do I wish to at
this point."

"At this point! If I leave it up to you - you never will. It is about time
you started to think about it. When are you going to want to? When you are
too old to do your husbandly duties? You are well able to support a wife or
two. I am not getting any younger and I told you that I want us to have
children. True enough, they will be my grandchildren, but that is only a
matter of semantics. You do not need to love her - all I ask is that you
sleep with her a few nights a week and knock her up. Is that too much to
ask after all I have done for you?"

"No, it is not too much to ask," he said sarcastically. "You just want me
to sleep with a person I may not love for the rest of my life! And I don't
even know what she looks like under those robes."

"One body is the same as the other. But if it will calm you down, I will
have Dan check on this girl as well as others. It is time for you to think
of the future. When I decide, you will obey me! You know I love you and
will choose the right woman. I will see to it that she is a wonderful wife
and young enough to have many children for us. As long as she is Muslim and
promises to bring our children up as such, it will change nothing between
us. You will still be my lover and she can be your first wife and the queen
of your entire harem for all I care! When you are President you will make
the laws and the country will abide by Sharia law."

"As long as I have the final say in this matter. You cannot expect me to
marry someone I do not even like! After all, it is I who will have to sleep
with her, if not every night, then at least one or two nights a week," he
shouted as he turned around and stalked off to his room.

"Don't you turn your back on me, young man," Yethro fumed and chased after
Jesse as he went to their private rooms. Then realizing he had gone too
far, he caught up with him and blocked his way. "Please Jesse, just let me
have Dan investigate and find out about Rashid and his family. After all,
if I am going to issue a dinner invitation, I want to make sure that this
Rashid is not going to kill me. You can never be sure. They may be
assassins and may have been sent to kill me. If they check out, we will
invite them to dinner and I promise to be a good host."

"Well in that case, I think it will be okay," Jesse said, calming
down. "You are right. We just can't ask anyone to the Mansion. I'm sorry I
blew up just then. I really know you are only looking after my own
welfare. Go on, do what you have to do...."

"I'm sorry, too. Please forgive me. I should not have pushed you so
hard. Like you said, I'm only doing this for your good. Once you are
married, you will find that we can even have more sex together. You don't
believe that now, but just wait and see."

"I can't see how that can be. A woman is not like a man. They demand that
you spend time with them. But if you say so, I'll do it. Only one
stipulation."

"Don't worry, you will have the final choice. I'm not going to saddle you
with some ugly girl."

"Thank you for that, but that is not what I had in mind. The girl must be
at least eighteen. I'm not going to run for office with a baby bride on my
record."

"That's what I love about you Jesse. You have such a cold, practical and
political mind. Most men would demand that their future wife be beautiful
and bring money or property to the marriage bed. Not you! You just don't
want to be taken for a child molester. Okay, it's a deal! You do not have
to marry any very young girl. We can wait until she is 'Legal', but she
must be Muslim and a virgin, that I insist on. We may have to 'import' one,
as an eighteen year old American virgin is so hard to find."

"Well in that case, I guess I'm safe for a while," Jesse smiled.

"Don't plan on it! Once I put Dan on the job, I'm sure he will come up with
something. He does have a special talent for finding young girls for my
friends back home." At this point Yethro burst out into laughter. "Yes, if
I remember right, it was Dan who suggested Phyllis."

"He might have suggested her, but it was you who insisted on her. She was
too old for me. You said that from the beginning, but since I was not going
to marry her and she was perfect for part of 'show and tell', I agreed to
it."

"Yes, I did also. If you remember we were looking for someone to hide our
relationship. And she played the part to perfection. For that play-acting I
will always admire her. In any event, Dan has a lot of connections with the
Arab community and I'm sure in addition to those hot American whores he has
a list of eligible girls from good families. I'm sure you can pick one
out."

"All this talk of marriage and sex has me exhausted. It's late and I have
to go to the office early tomorrow. Let's get to bed."

"Yes, I thought you would never ask," the Governor smiled and put his arm
around Jesse leading him to their private rooms. "I missed you beside me in
bed this weekend. I must confess that yesterday and today I snuck into your
office and lay down on that leather couch and....

To be continued...