The world's power structures are built on fragile pillars of greed and fear. Tonight, I find myself contemplating the most primal of human weaknesses: the inability to control one's base desires. My agents report countless leaders who could rule nations but cannot rule their own cocks when presented with the right temptation. A powerful man brought to his knees by a skilled tongue, a queen's composure shattered when her pussy is filled just right—these are the true vulnerabilities that shape history from the shadows. Such predictable creatures, these so-called rulers.