He had noticed her looking at him but he never brought it up, he played it off like a non-incident. In recent months he had taken a keen interest in I...lam and was seriously contemplating converting to the religion. So he had come to Fahima asking her if she would teach him about the religion and teach him the Qu'ran. She agreed to do so and her husband did not object either, in fact he was happy that one of his good friends was thinking of converting to a Muslim. Helping non-Muslims find Islam. I climbed my face down his shaft with my lips like I was slurping spaghetti until my nose touched his pelvis and his heavy balls rested on my chin.I did it. I managed to deepthroat my hung as fuck, Uber rider. He wasn't completely hard yet, but I was still proud of the accomplishment all the same. I pulled back a few inches and then slid back down, letting his full length enjoy the warm, tight confines of my throat."Holy shit, baby," he groaned, applying gentle pressure on the back of my head. Lean back, so I can listen to your ticker and all the good parts,” I told him. “My favorite part! The part where you molest me!” he said, wiggling his eyebrows. I laughed. Leaning down over him, I lifted his tee shirt to listen to his heart with my stethoscope. He is built very nicely! I loved when I got to assess him. His chest was still hard, and he only had a little bit of a middle age spread. I, usually, was quick about my assessment when the wife was around, but when she was absent, I took. I met with Beryl Thatcher and Gloria Allen downtown. In an FBI interview room in the jail complex. Thatcher, despite a lack of makeup and that prison diet, looked fresh and composed. Good bones.Her attorney looked smart and tough. Slender, focused, intense. In her early 70s.Thatcher didn’t utter a single word during the short meeting.Allen looked directly at me, “You have an FBI contact in DC.” Yes, I do. Ash Collins.I nodded. Where the fuck was this going?“Collins is more plugged into the ....