Whoever sent them to kill me likely did not know I had ascended to an official lord, but the guild might not overlook their embarrassment and take ret...ibution.Inside the workshops a number of my designs were waiting for my inspection. All the special bolts and javelins were done. Normally, a metal javelin was used as a long-range-attack against enemy troops before they could close on our men. Unfortunately, javelins that missed could be picked up and thrown back at us. My javelin design was. Dad kissed her passionately and said something to her but I didn't hear his words. He got up and smiled at Mom and me as he went to the kitchen and filled wine glasses for him and Jilly.We all took a break for about 15 minutes, just general chatter about school and jobs, the conversations that I imagined would have happened on Thanksgiving Day if we hadn't been so busy with life-transforming revelations. It felt like a normal moment in the midst of a dream, even though we were all naked. Or. Instead of obsessing with my safety, they reverted to combat mode, and we moved with discipline into position to do some damage. With six well-armed agents and a couple of machine guns, we were going to be fine. I could see that we would have to direct fire to keep our attackers heads down while our side reformed and figured out how to proceed. It was my hope that adding automatic gunfire from an unexpected direction would buy our guys time to escape.It worked, but drew a brutal response from. It landed on the floor in a heap, and my cock jutted straight up towards their faces. “I’ve missed this bad boy,” Laura purred, wrapping her small hand around the base of my cock. “So have I,” agreed Tom. He leaned forward and sucked the tip of my cock into his mouth, making me shudder. “Hey, I called dibs on the cocksucking!” Laura complained, gripping me hard. “Don’t be selfish, we can share,” he replied, and my knees went weak as Tom and Laura licked and stroked and French-kissed each.