"Why?" It's something about each Maker's magical energy being unique to them and two different magical energies not being able to co-mingle," Michelle...told me. "Makers cannot touch another Maker or even another's Maker's Vessels without gloves." I still don't understand," I said."You sweat magical energy; in fact, it's in all your secretions," she said."So I can't swap spit with another Maker because I'd be taking their magical energy inside myself," I finished for her."Right!" she said. "With. That view from behind had attracted me like a magnet. Dammit, that's why I had asked her to dance in the first place. I've always been a sucker for a nice-looking ass.There was the parking garage where she had left her car. She had to be an Islander. It figured. Only an out-of-towner would pay $25 to park in the city for a couple of hours.She seemed to have a problem getting the key into the ignition. Did I dare let her drive as zonked out as she was? "Ma'am, maybe you'd better let me take the. ” He replied. “What would I have to do for it?” “Pretty much what you do now. Lots of cock sucking, eating some pussy, getting fucked, a lot is up,to you!” “I wouldn’t, any really kinky stuff!” “He says he won,t do anything a person doesn,t feel comfortable doing.” “Who do I contact then?” “I,ll get him to call you at home. How do,you feel about it, Joe?” “Well it is Her body! As long as she wears a mask I think it,s great and knowing it,s her would sure get my juices flowing” I laughed, never. He rode the elevator up to the seventieth level, the doors opening to reveal one of the building’s machine floors. It was another open-plan space, with only structural walls made from naked brickwork, the polished concrete beneath his feet reflecting the harsh glare from the naked bulbs above. The ceiling was exposed, revealing hundreds of snaking tubes and pipes. He recognized the silver, segmented ventilation tubes, and the bunches of copper wires that wound their way through the mess like.