“How many are inside me?” I asked him after awhile. “Fingers, I mean.”He giggled a bit. “Ummmm… all of them.”“All of them? All??”“...eah. All.”“All. Four. Fingers?”“Yes, all four. And don’t forget my thumb.”“You mean you’re….”“Yeah. I’m fisting you. How does it feel?”It felt fabulous, to be completely honest. I felt filled up, but it was different than the thick-cock-filling-me feeling. And it was lovely, because the movements made by his fist inside me were so different from a cock. So sensual,. The woman played with his short and curlies as her other hand moved to the fellating man’s dick, while still retaining suction on his cock. That man’s penis, dribbling its own pre-cum on the sheets in neglect, welcomed her hand as she gripped it strongly, and began to frig it up and down. The juices soon slathered her palm, slicking her fingers, and as she increased her movements on it, the man groaned. She stopped sucking his cock but kept her lips enclosed on it, and in the excitement she was. "William nodded as he smiled warmly back at her.Richard looked through the large windows that made up the façade of the building."After every act, me and my dad would come stand right along here and look out at the people. Just like we are now."William nodded in agreement."Why didn't you have him come out tonight?" Sandra asked."This is our night," Richard said."He could have come."He sighed. "He doesn't really go to the opera much anymore. I asked him this morning what he'd been to see. Several of the men protested that they would prefer to keep the women, rather than sell them. Nagib pointed out that there would be many slaves taken back to Kobekistan by the army, and that prices would be very low, so little would be lost by keeping the women.After much discussion it was finally agreed that each man would have a woman and the decision as to selling or keeping her would be his alone, and he would keep the money if he decided to sell. The next argument was about who could have.