" There are things that you don't remember ... things that happened to you, and things about us, and things about your past. Some of those things are ...very important to me, because they affect who you are. I love who you are ... who you were before ... and now..."He tapered off. This wasn't going well at all. Thankfully, she sat, listening."I want you to remember some things," he said, trying again. "I think you'd want to remember them too ... I think they'd be important to you ... to us ... but. I have my cheese and crackers on the bedside table in case I am feeling peckish as I hunt for cock and my bedroom is twinkling with a dozen tea lights. Heaven! I log into the popular internet dating website and put in the relevant parameters to find my next mate. (Six foot tall at least, living within a five mile radius, aged between twenty eight and thirty five). Some of the candidates look weird, others are extremely good-looking but their photographs have been obviously taken to capture. She sat back on the edge of her bed still beckoning me over and, as in a trance, I obliged. Here was the chance with the woman of my dreams! I stopped in front of her and she gently massaged my crotch with her hands. "Want to play a real game now?" she asked licking her lips. I nodded, stunned by my good fortune. Within seconds she had my shorts at my knees and was jerking off my juice drenched cock. A moan escaped my lips, "Think I can do a better job than Sandy Arne?". "Yes," I moaned my. Slowly, she ascended my legs once again, the tips of her fingers streaming across my thighs, reaching right to the edge of my panties. A shiver went through me as I felt her fingertips make contact with my ass. She sensed my reaction to her touch as she whispered, "Once I work the last remnants of tension from your buttocks, your body will be stress free." I could detect a slight nervous quality to her voice as she said this but I only sighed with pleasure at the idea of being stress free..