When you want something done right, you get a pro. And that’s what he was. His first few moves were gentle, long slow almost withdrawals, steady end...ess thrusts all the way in. A couple of times he pulled out, which drove me crazy with lust. Just a few minutes before I couldn’t take him at all, and now I couldn’t be without him. When he came in again it was hard. My whole body spasmed; I coughed and grunted. Then he began to move like a piston, hard, insistent. I was being banged. It was. He has agreed. But that is all they know of one another.There are rules. They both know the rules. But that is all they know of one another. He is hands. Hands and soft whispers.She is flesh. Flesh that becomes sensation beneath his hands.All she is now, is sensation.Beneath his hands, sensation exists to become pleasure.And she transforms beneath his hands. And what of his pleasure? It also comes through his hands. He needs to touch.He hands are the conduit, and in this room, his hands create. While one group was constructing the roof, another group was installing the complicated equipment into the building. A third group was running power cables from the building to the resort where they would eventually connect them to the resort's main power grid. Thankfully the people who had originally built the resort had thought ahead when they had constructed it. The main power source of the resort would easily handle the energy requirements of the new teleportation system.Watching them work. "Did it turn you on?" I asked him. "Care to see" Jon replied and without missing a beat, cut the rope just above my hands, grabbed hold of my hair and forced me down on my knees. Before me, standing at full erection, was Jon's 8" cock, moving up and down as he awaited my mouth to start sucking it. With my hands still tied, I took hold of his cock and not wasting any time, took it deep into my mouth and started sucking him hard and fast, his cock pounding my throat and cheeks. Jon now began.