Just like Dizzy, I reckon that its “brilliant!”. One builder bends me over the sling and canes my behind while the guy other leans at me from the front and massages my shoulders.

Can We Fix It? Yes We Can!

“Tell me if I’m too hard, I’ve got strong builder’s hands”

“Hmm, builder a both ends”

He climbs up onto astride the sling and presents a long thick cock. I reach a little further toward him to lick and suck it while I cry out with every new whack on my ass. I don’t remember how I eventually get turned over, onto my back with my feet against the chains. Builder 2 is fingering me deeply, and though I’m later told that the man’s fist disappeared inside me, I’m not strictly conscious of it. I only feel a warm pleasure.

I start thinking and then talking about the design of the swing, about catenaries, about the gentle crinking of the chains, and the minima of the sling in 3 dimensions. Did I mention that maths makes me come?

After some time, gently swinging and squealing, I hear builder 1 say to 2, “fuck her”, and so he does. 1 comes around to my face, and kisses me, massaging my shoulders and rocking the swing. Over and over and over again.