For the first time in ages, I look into your eyes and understand again how I fell for you, hard.You study my face intently, and I wonder what you are ...hinking as you touch my jacket. You seem almost sad in this moment, and it makes me want to hold you, to keep you safe in my arms forever, to take away all the troubles you hide beneath your male facade. I take your hands in mine, helping you to push the jacket off my shoulders, letting it drop onto the floor. I lead you to the huge white bed, my. "And who owns these balls?" she asked as she squeezed them hard. "You do, Mistress" I panted through my tears. "First thing, your safe word. If you want me to stop, just say "I want to go home" If You say that, I'll stop, let you get dressed and send you home. If you are staying, I want you to strip and get on your knees." So I stripped quickly and got on my knees. Mistress quickly put a blindfold over my eyes. I could not see a thing. Mistress then pulled me by my nose while on my knees. I. . . well . . . my girl. I normally don’t go with hookers. I mean, there’s no shortage of quality pussy to be had for free, so why pay a grand or more for what I can get for free? I’m simply not willing to risk everything — reputation, relationship, health — but this was different. This was an opportunity to relive my youth. A very special and poignant time of my youth. For this I was willing to pay to be with a very special lady — we’re talking a thousand here but that’s for an all-night. The following day, I decided to face my fears, and I asked Jennifer Downs for a dinner date. That one date led to another, and then to a third. I was quite sure that I could have bedded Jenn after the second date, but I made no effort towards that goal. Oh, she did know that I was interested, since we had danced a couple of dances after our second dinner, and there was a part of me that was lacking some attention. Jenn did not run away and I was almost sure that a small smile was on her lips.