Three guys travel to Saudi Arabia and get lost. They walk into a tent that they think was the one they rented, but actually belongs to a prince with 3... hot wives. The prince comes home and thinks his wives are cheating on him. As a punishment, he tells them that their penises will have to be cut off in some way relating to their occupation.He asks the first guy what his job was.“I’m an employee at the shooting range,” he replies.“Then we’ll shoot your dick off!” the prince says.“I’m a fireman,”. In fact, they have gone nowhere near the way they should have.”“Then is there anything we can do to help?” Patmore offers.Cooke seems to almost give up on the matter altogether. He paces to the corner of the room, which is just what the building is, a large room. There are two beds, a sink and a toilet. Not much for living conditions, but enough to get by.“I’m not sure yet,” Spencer sighs. “What have you been doing since you got here?”“Supervising, placing explosives and piping. Not much more. .. ever.Someone must have pulled the funding for the asbestoses umbrella and galoshes salesman. No one heard a peep out of him today. It seemed like fear wasn't selling very well for some reason, imagine that.Editors' desks groaned with the weight of copy to be gone through, even in electronic form, as an army of reporters and journalists filed stories as fast as they could make their Blackberries work. Although the coverage was as in-depth as anything ever done by The Chicago Sun Times; there. Pete kissed her soundly, turned on the shower and was nearly bowled over by four cute little naked teens looking to share his shower. They also wanted to share a bit of what Allison got. He was more than willing, managing to fuck each of them to at least one good orgasm each. Watching him take Allison was more than enough foreplay for the teens.Against the wall, in the seat, on the floor, Pete nailed everyone as hard as he wished. This was not making love. It was pure lust and that was exactly.