On one occasion I had the temerity to ask, resulting in a fairly severe paddling. She also introduced a strap-on, fucking me several times a week, som...times laying there as I rode the fake cock.Which brings us to today. This morning Mistress Angie took me to the tattoo parlor. 'Sissy Cuckold' was tattooed just above my locked dicklette. I wanted to ask if I was actually officially a cuckold, but didn't dare. Afterwards she told me I was being a good boy and would get a special treat today.Later. " OK, getting to you now, Diane. What about you? What do you do, who are you and what are you good at?"Diane took a deep breath, still a bit intimidated by Alex, and started to reply."I'm a marriage counselor. I work mainly through churches, although I also do work in divorce cases. I do good work and always hope for the best, but the majority of my cases end up in divorce and I end up feeling like I'm not making much of a difference. That's why I was so excited to join this, uh, movement of. Squeezing her vulva between my fingers I rolled and stroked the outer lips as I continued to suckle first from one firm breast to the other. Now I let my middle finger slide down the groove of her slit over that hooded nub at the top, the fingers on each side squeezing the lips around the middle one. As I reached her entrance I slipped the end of my finger in gently, oh she felt tight even to my finger. There was just a hint of moisture there and I worked just the tip in and out moving that. In less than three minutes, Kens body convulsed and his cock throbbed savagely as his sperm began shooting out of his cock by the bucket load. Justin gulped down the first eight powerful shots, relishing in the mildly salty flavor, as his mouth continued its vacuuming pressure. In no time, no time at all, Justin had swallowed every ounce of Kens man juice he could offer. Kens cock, completely spent, became too sensitive to keep Justins constantly milking mouth on it, so he basically had to use.