Pleasing Angel

It had been about two weeks since Angel's gangbang. Her sexual appetite seemed to have increased since that fateful night. I was kept very busy spending a lot of time sucking her sweet pussy nightly which I loved to do. She had multiple orgasms but never seemed to quite get enough.
Due to my erection difficulties from the radiation treatment of my prostate cancer, I still could not get hard enough to penetrate her. I used my mouth and hands to keep her happy. She never complained but I felt she missed the hard cocks she had experienced that night at the strip club.
She would suck me off two or three times a week which was about all I was capable of doing but deep down inside, I knew she wanted more fucking, and more sucking cock, which she loved.
What to do, what to do. I loved her deeply, I knew she loved me, and our life together was wonderful but I couldn't help but feel guilty about not giving her all the sex she needed.
She had two previous marriages and both had not been very fulfilling, sexually or otherwise. She had told me that I had eryaman escort bayanlar opened her up (so to speak) to a whole new world of sexuality. She loved our adventures, going to the Valentine's Fetish Ball as a sea captain with his captive mermaid, occasional visits to a local S everything I have ever read or heard regarding the subject of cuckolding, speaks of the many risks of this lifestyle. Casual sex with men seems to come more naturally. With women, it's a different matter. Their emotions can get all tangled up with the excitement of sex. They love with their minds and bodies at the same time where men seem to have an easier time separating the two.
I decided to drop the subject when she said. "I'll tell you what, my little sissy cuckold, (she knew just how to push my buttons), if I decide I want some big, hard cock, I will let you know." I could feel my cock tingle as she said the words.
Later that night, while she was sucking and playing with my cock she started teasing me. "Such a little insignificant cock, or maybe we should call escort ankara it a peewee, it's not a big, hard cock like Ron or his friends have. "Maybe I should call him and line up another session?" she teased, "I'm sure he and his buddies would be very pleased. He emails me two or three times a week, you know, is that what you want baby?"
As she talked, she stroked my cock, giving me a wicked smile. I could feel my orgasm approaching, Oh god; her words were turning me on, making me cum. I shot like a fountain. "My, my" she said, "Isn't that interesting"? , wiping the cum that had landed on my stomach with her finger and feeding it between my lips.

For the next several weeks we would periodically use the "Black Master