..in my country we service the one with the biggest Fellow...' I looked puzzled as he spoke due to the language differences.Omagelia, smiled at me and...nodded his head as he slowly raised his hand to my shoulder. Once his hand reached my shoulder, there was no more misunderstanding as to what he wanted me to do. His strong grip pushed me down to my knees, I found my face right at the same height of his "Fellow". Holding his penis at the base with one hand and sliding his other hand up behind my. ‘He’ll be here any minute so you’d better scram.’ She gave him a look that could melt steel. ‘Oh, I thought you always ate alone,’ he said with a victorious grin along with a bit of an attitude. She hated men like him, men who thought they were so smugly smart when they were just mentally twisted and insufferably annoying. Just by his immediate sarcasm, she knew he’d be a problem. He looked from her to look at the big, black man and to watch the man leave the counter to sit at another table. I sat down in a chair at the side of the room and told him, "I want to talk to you, but I need you to clean my boots while we do it so that we won't attract a lot of attention." Yes, Sir. I'll be glad to do that. Let me get my stuff."One of the patrons walked over and said, "I see you're a stranger in town. What do you want with that fool nigger?" He's going to clean my boots. Anything wrong with that?" No, I guess not. But I'm a member of the local KKK chapter and I'll stop anything I don't. He have me a rum drink and I sat there talking to him nervously as the other white girl remained on the deck floor. She was still kneeling and her eyes always remained downward, never coming up to meet mine. She was so quiet and somber that I became curious, yet I was more concerned to getting to know this black stallion of a man. Rashad was very direct with me. He kept telling me I was "fine" as he touched my thigh with his powewrful and dark hands. I looked down to see the other white girl.