What can I say? One was better than the other, they were all screaming potent stallions and for all and I groaned without ceasing and all erupted in m...e, emptying themselves of semen. When I then looked again at the clock it was after 1 clock I had been stretched and fucked for four hours without a break. My last fucker then asked me to accompany him and took me to an office where he asked me to sit down on a thick towel, which became soaked with much of the semen, which flowed out of me. I. First tell me where Cox is.”“I don’t know for sure. He hasn’t come to the office or even answered his phone this whole week.”“Any ideas?”“I’m pretty sure that he’s hiding out on his ranch.”“Why?”“The ranch is his refuge, and it’s chock full of places to hide — thick woods, outbuildings. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if there were niches in the ranch house itself where he could hide. It’s big enough.”“He can’t hide out forever.”“He only needs long enough to get his affairs in order. Then he can. This is for you and Denise. Think of this as a kind of retirement investment; you've been like family to me and I'm so grateful for that."Denise hugged him. "You're so wonderful, darling, thank you. Oh, tell Mom what you heard about Korea!" Oh, yeah—so I called—Denise told you everything so far, right? I spoke to this woman who told me what the kids on this 'mission, ' she called it, like a diplomatic mission, I guess, would be doing. We'd be going to various schools in Seoul and some other. In the center of the realm was a small collection of buildings, which Eric had named Fuckburg. Every once in a while, on a whim, Eric would leave Fuckburg to the unbuilt wasteland that was the majority of his realm. Medieval castles left in ruin, a much larger replica of the Eiffel Tower, a dead forest filled with bunkers and tactical positions. He constructed these and left them empty. Most of Eric's days, though, were spent in his grotto.As Eric lit himself a blunt, there was the smell of.