I want anonymity, remember?’ ‘Yes… and why is that?’ Raven spoke slowly and in a veiled manner, ‘Sometimes…anonymity can be a person’s ...alvation.’ Jordan mused about what Raven could mean, but the black haired beauty would say no more. And, Jordan knew not to probe, now. The conversation revolved around more pleasant subjects as Jordan and Raven sipped the cappuccinos. Jordan had been telling Raven about her journey to achieve the position of a profiler with the FBI when they suddenlyheard. Time seemed to drag and she was unable to concentrate. Weekends were even worse. She often had to think of excuses to come to the Brothel, as she had when she escorted Ferhana to the cathedral, for the occasion of spending time with Binta."I never enjoyed gardening in Jebel," admitted Binta. "Indeed, I never did any at all. I couldn't tell geraniums from hyacinths. I would have hated getting any of this muck on my fingers. Look at it all!" She splayed her fingers to display the earth that. She and I didn't work for the same firm, but because we worked on the same projects, we found ourselves often seeking each other out for assistance on any particular task. My heart always beat a little faster when the caller ID told me it was her voice I'd hear when I answered the phone.I looked up at her twinkling eyes and grinned."Hey, you," I greeted her. "How are you doing?" Great," she said. "I just wanted to stop by and chat for a bit. We've got that meeting in a few minutes, but I wanted. But I want you to tell me how I should do it. And where you want me to start?”Hesitantly I said, “I um ... um ... want you to zip down my fly.”She did it deftly then looked into my eyes. “And?”“Um ... reach inside my shorts and pull out my cock.”“Goody,” she said with wry curling of her lips, wiggling my cock out. “And?”Feeling more empowered I said, “Get down on your knees.”“Yes Sir.” She dropped to her knees and looked up expectantly.I always loved the way Colette catered to me and.