"Mitch? You there?" John thought, "I'm having a little problem here."Sighing when he got no reply John thought the nanomites had information. Fuck! t...at was no help at all! John was glad that he had gotten more remote controllers. He had tried weights tied to his waist, arms, legs nothing seemed to help except tying a rope to hisself and that didn't help very much at all. Trying to do work on the farm was impossible when one was a few feet of the ground.A week after Mitch had left, John felt. Sweetly. Up and down. Beautifully.And the pain melted into pleasure. For the moment.But wait."I'm going to put the rest of my cock into you, Sweetheart," he said."I'll hurt, but not as badly. Then we'll pause and it'll be fine."True to his word, he pushed and it hurt. Bad. But not as badly as thefirst shove. And his skillful skinning was making me pant and gasp as Ineared orgasm.He paused again. This time he leaned over and kissed my neck. Sweetwords of love and a very nice peeny tickle. "Donna smiled, "That would be nice, Tim. It smells delicious. Did you make it?" she asked with a sly grin."Yeah right, I'm going to ask you to my house for a nice dinner, then risk poisoning you with my cooking?" he laughed. "It's from this restaurant Pete and Trisha took me to a while back. The food is excellent. Just hurry, before I accidentally ruin it."They went to the dinning room where the table was set with care. He had purchased a tablecloth specifically for the occasion, along with the. I managed to take three or four inches into my mouth, but it was so wide I couldn't seem to get it past my back teeth. This disappointed me, as I wanted to impress him with my ability to deep throat. He didn't seem to mind, however, and his hips began to move rhythmically with me as I felt his hands on the back of my head. He pulled me back up to his mouth, and I felt his hand tugging at the button of my shorts. They opened easily for him, and he pulled them off and casually tossed them into.