Yeah, I can see myself winning the Nobel Prize for Peace and standing up where Al Gore stood. How better to win a war than by intimidation and without...firing a single bullet and wasting a single human life? ‘I’d like to thank everyone involved in the creation of my Cutout Cop company, COC, and now my Cutout Military Company, CUM, and those who are responsible for the production of products and who directly and indirectly helped me to win the Nobel Peace Prize.’ Yes, I am sure that I will have. And gone in the morning, always gone. When he had seen this goddess stretched languidly in the forest sunlight like some sort of delicious gift, Jethro had mentally fallen to his knees. In a matter of seconds, however, he had recovered his composure. There were dangers in these woods; wolves, wild boar, and worst of all the roving packs of bandits in service to the pretender King. He had approached her, carefully, quietly, assessed her state - no wounds, just the gentle rise and fall of those. Unzips my zipper and pulls my slacks to the floor. My cock is rock hard and pushing against my boxers. She tugs my boxers down, pulling the waist band away from my cock to get it around and frees my cock. Straight out, hard and inches from her face. She takes it in both her hands and strokes it slowly, whispering, "Oh my god, oh my god." "This your first big cock?" "Um, well, oh my god. Keith's is the only one I have had." I look over and fully hard, Keith is half my length and not near my. The other one finished fucking my ass and he too pulled out and sprayed all over my back. My blindfold was taken off me. Daddy was standing there as he looked at me. He took the restraints off and stood me up. One of his friends laid down on the carpet and pulled me onto him. He guided me down onto his cock. Another one of the men pushed my body forward. He positioned himself behind me. I was between them with both cocks inside me. They thrust in synch with one another. I was in so much pain.