The flames licked the shield, and had no effect on me.Ten minutes later, I was pulled aboard, and watched the house collapse upon itself. Incineration...was a good way to get rid of garbage, some time.The warehouse in New Jersey was full of goods. It was run as a legitimate business, and a safe meeting place, on occasions such as this. The Columbians were there first. A dozen lookouts were stationed at their posts inside the large building, while three men waited with their product.We all watched. Capturing a girl this tight on camera was gold to him. After a minute or so, he picked up his pace, but only slightly. She was loosening up but not by much.“Is it all the way in?” Paige asked, between deep breaths.She was looking at me and Hank nodded at me to answer her.“Um… not quite. That’s about half of it,” I told her, unsure if that was the answer she wanted.“Oh no! I don’t think I can even take more than this!” she replied.Hank pushed in a little further and another inch disappeared. Her authority and composed tone made me for some reason flush with wild excitement, and I felt an odd warmth, little by little, creep over my body, hands and nape of my moistening neck.As I rushed home my body was exploding with strange anger and desire, as my mind raced in circles endlessly, wondering if I really had a shot in hell here. I collapsed on my bed and soaked myself in the remembrance of her firm warm voice in my head. Housgirl. Not even houselady or house woman? Why would she think. After experiencing his methods of persuasion, she came around pretty quickly. Now it had become second nature and she had to be careful during conversations in her regular life. Fortunately, Brenda rarely discussed her private body parts in the routine course of a day. She put her hands under her skirt. Slipping her fingers under the lacy fabric, she ran her fingers over her smooth shaved cunt lips, adjusting her panties out of her crack. Her cunt was already starting to get wet. Her middle.