”she stammered then continued “I have never been fisted before.” she finally confessed. “Well, you are about to be now.” I thought but again...I said nothing. I lowered my head and began to lick her clit as I pushed part of my fingers into her pussy. I kept licking here as I fucked her with my fingers but with each stroke into her I pushed a little farther. Mistress taught me this technique and she uses it when she fists me. As my strokes began to get VERY deep inside her she said “Oh MY GOD!” as. “Be at least agreeable for me alright?” Amanda pleaded. “At least try. Can you do that?”“Yes,” the offenders whispered.“I asked if you can you do that for me please?” Amanda repeated with more bass.“Yes,” they stated with more conviction.With that, the two adversaries stayed out of each other’s way as much as possible and only exchanged basic pleasantries for the remainder of that day. *An evening – not to mention the next morning –without second-degree murder was a miracle, but Bill had no. If trouble was imminent, the Stuarts or one of us could activate the wards around the bookstore and herbal store.Needless to say it took us some time to work all of this out to satisfy all of the requirements, and consequently it was late Friday afternoon before we were finished and satisfied with the results.The following week, we started on the homes of the Stuarts, the new printers, and the people who ran the bookstore and the herbal store. This was fairly easy as all of them had some level. I was becoming increasingly certain that their language was Mandarin, or one of its dialects. Suddenly, my fellow male hostage addressed me ... in English."I'm Manny," he declared sullenly. "I'm the manager of the massage parlor ... where they loaded us into the van. These three ladies work for me. At least they did."I was tempted to ask for clarification of the "at least they did" disclaimer, but decided it wouldn't be wise. "Jake Gustafson," I offered. "I'm an insurance agent. I work a few.