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-m... feeling. And it was lovely, because the movements made by his fist inside me were so different from a cock. So sensual, yet so raw and so powerful.I could liken the smooth, fullness of the moments to how it felt immediately after my anal passage relaxes and allows a cock full access.It was wonderful.But I was still doubtful. I mean, if it was this. "Then talk to the Head Cook. I'm sure she knows how to prepare Long Pig!" said the Chief Eunuch and went off laughing."Well, I must be grateful to the Emir, I suppose," muttered Robinson to himself."What am I to do with you?" he asked the woman."As the Master pleases," she replied, "Does the Master wish to use me now?" I suppose I should," he replied, and she lay on the whipping bench, face down with her rump high in the air, offering easy access to both entrances.Robinson found he was aroused. Aaahhhaa uhhhh momi bia bia bia. Mo banda banda banda bia bia banda b aaaa nddd aaaa. Banda. Momi bia bhitare banda genhuchi.Momi kahila banda.BANDA banda banda banda mo BIA bia bia ku GENHUCHI GENHUCHI.Haan banda bia ku genhuchi. Aaahhhaa uhhhh uhhhhhgenhe genhe mo banda. Khali banda bia hei genhuthili momi bi sathi deuthile. Shower banda kari momi pacharu banda ku purei genhili. Bahut samaya genhiba pare bi baharunathila. Momi kahile bed ku jiba. Rest nei genhiba. Masta kari dhua dhoi hei. Off in the distance came a sound that John recognized as the famous clock, "Big Ben." He was in London. It was after two, and a fog was starting to roll in from the river.'Go home to bed,' John pleaded. 'Please, let this nightmare end for a while.'"Excuse me, young woman. Do you know the way to Pinchpenny Lane?" The man was tall and well dressed in an expensive-looking top hat and frock coat.Polly jumped at the opening. "Why I was just going that way. Would you like me to walk with you?" That.