He repeats the earlier steps to which my reaction is the same result, but it’s his name this time. “For being a fussy little impatient princess w...ho has to have her way all the time.” Three more times his hand rains down quickly on my other cheek, this time making me moan. Two of his fingers find my sopping hole, ready for him to finger me deeply. “Those are for not being quiet,” a grunt passes his lips before he growls, “Now answer my damn question.” Pushing back against his hand, I can’t. "Mmm. Good stuff. It's got that bite like that root beer drink." Jackassessed, before chugging it down."Good stuff old man." Jack said appreciatively. "But I gotta getgoing." Yes. YOU certainly do." The shopkeeper said in frighteningly serioustone."What's that mean?" The troublemaker asked."It means you're going to hand over the glass orb of Tumra to me andI'll exact your punishment for stealing." The wizard said in the samecold voice.Unable to stop himself, Jack reached down for the orb and. ”That was all the encouragement I needed. I pointed my cock downwards with one hand, guiding it towards his ready hole. As my tip made contact and spread the lube around a bit I heard him moan again. “Mmm yeah.” I anchored my dick at his nub and gave a good solid, yet slow push. “OH.” He gasped. “Fuuuuuck yeah.” He continued, as I persisted my entry. I was sliding into him with ease, and stared down watching my shaft disappear. “Just like that.” He whispered. “I like it slow.”I could feel how. I handed him a copy of the signed document and he had me sit. He asked similar questions about my understanding of what BlackLand does. It seemed apparent to me that they were all going to be aware of the obvious sensitivity of what was being promoted and my status with them. They all were seeming individually sensitive and aware of a white woman in my position. I guess Mr. Nolan was right, my appearance was a striking contrast among these men that a taller, buxom woman might not.They have.