After having him twist my arm behind my back and threaten to break it, I started wondering what would be a worse thing. I believed he had no intentio... of breaking my arm but he was applying a lot of pressure and I thought to myself that he didn't know how much pressure my arm could take before it would break. I reluctantly gave up and agreed to suck his cock. After giving me strict instructions about how I had better do a good job, he pulled down his pants and shorts. I had never seen. He pulled me towards his car, opened the passenger door and lifted me into the seat. Before I could blink he had the car started and was speeding out of the parking lot. Thankfully he didn’t go far, but pulled up by an abandoned industry building and shut the engine off. He turned towards me and I could tell by the strained expression in his face that he was just as affected as I was. He pulled his hand through his hair, shook his head once, pushed his car seat back as far as he could and then. Not a bad idea, but we only do it on special occasions. It's not a everyday thing, but when we do have some fun together, we're making memories," Cassie told us.I was just stunned at all that, because that was like ten mouthfuls. I still had my two men sucking on my nipples, and I was reaching my breaking point."Fuck!" I screamed.I graced their floor with some more cum, and it felt amazing. I tried to focus on them, and ask them some more questions."Well, Ben, and June, how often do you two. An attempt was made on Mr. Ralston as well, but hesurvived. He is under police protection as we speak." Mrs. Ralston?" I asked incredulously. "How in the world could shemurder Mr. Wilcox in his own apartment?"My question was met with silence. Suddenly I realized what was going on.Mrs. Ralston was a Whisperer. That was the principal reason I had beenbrought into the case - to Sense her. The lieutenant probably suspectednot only that Mrs. Ralston had had a hand in Mr. Wilcox's murder, butthat.