that's so i can retrieve my fist afterwards.
i remember one time i was fisting some lucky young lady. i think we were on the london eye. anyway, this irritating little pleb kept on tut-tutting. after a while i lost my temper. "come over here and tut at my face", i cried, "and i'll knock your block off". so he came over and said, "tut tut". "right, you asked for it!" i replied, and attempted to take a swing at him. but my fist was stuck, and all i succeeded in doing was to knock the poor girl onto the floor. which caused me to lose my own footing and fall over too. plunging my fist yet deeper into the young lady. the pleb then punched me hard on the nose, just as my companion erupted with orgasmic delight.
it was quite a day, i can tell you...