She shook her head."Here," he said, grabbing his dick and placing it into her mouth again. Her eyes widened in fear and her heart rate increased again...as he pressed it into her mouth, to her throat again. She struggled not to gag as he kept pressing it, all the way until her face was buried in his thick pubic hair.She had all of his dick down her throat!Her let go and once again she gasped for air as the cock exited her mouth. Don waited a moment then, without a word, did the same thing.This. He began urinating on the sassy bottom. “I gotta go,” he announced cleaning himself up with a wet rag.Moritz went back to work satisfied.The next day, he hit up Paprika again. “I need round two,” he admitted.He arrived on his lunch break again.Paprika asked, “You enjoyed it, eh?”“Yeah! It was good!”“How long ago was the last time you fucked a boi before me?”“Li’l over a year. Why?”“I was just wondering. You seemed really intense. Thought it may have been a while.”“Yeah! You always been. "I need to talk to Darius, first the contract and now this Beadle thing. Someone wants me to think he is against me. Someone wants Darius dead." Yes, Darius first," Aaron decided, "and then a long talk with Master Reynaldo."Aaron left the Central Quarter and made his way to the Merchant Quarter and the home of Darius Greystone, Master Assassin and head of the Assassins' Guild.Arriving at the Darius' home, Aaron stopped to weigh his options. Knocking on the door or trying to gain entrance by. She likely hoped that the cops wouldn’t link Ralph to the weed business. They did of course causing the business to shut down for a while. When it came back it would be in the hands of the killer, or killers.I came to that theory during my wait for dinner to be served. The others were eating salads or soup. I always chose to skip that part of my meal. When I did that, I had nothing for do for several minutes but to work out a theory based on my circular ‘what if thoughts’.Eve knew about police.