Would you like me to go first? Or would you like to go first? Or would you like to go up together?’ ‘Oh God. I don’t know. I don’t want to go ...up first, I know that. I think I’m too nervous to go up with you. I’ll meet you up there. Give me a few minutes to compose myself.’ ‘All right. 711.’ He put the knapsack on his shoulder and headed for the elevator. The green light flashed and he pushed his way into the room. The room was nice enough. He hung up his jacket and moved over to the double. She must have known it too because she stopped, turned around, and said, "OK, its your turn to do me, and don't miss anything."I soaped my hand and began to rub them across the velvety skin that was presented to me. I paid special attention to each part as I came to it, her neck, back, shoulders and slowly, very cautiously around her body to her breasts. I had been very careful not to let my blood-engorged member touch her, but when I caressed her hard little nipples she suddenly, and (I think). Surviving at any cost had been drilled into me mercilessly that fighting against my conscious had become second nature. The nightmares hadn’t started yet, but I knew that it was only a matter of time before the small amount of sleep I got would be disturbed by images I would soon rather forget. I knew this for a fact because keeping those images from my mind while I was wide-awake was getting harder and harder. I would be waiting in line at the bank, close my eyes briefly and be bombarded by. He was fearful that his Mistress would be disappointed and deem his sexual performance unworthy. Nevertheless he was going to give it his best shot.“No, Mistress, You don’t have to call anyone else. I will do my best to please You.”She was thinking ten steps ahead of Her slave and her mind was already filled with the sordid details of how this would unfold. The bar was set so high for david there was no way that he could be anything but a failure which was exactly what She wanted. Whatever.