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End of chapter 29
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."