The television was playing for its own sake.I paused for a moment, I pulled my hand away. His chest tensed. His legs tensed. I licked my fingers. Then...I slipped his cock out through the unbuttoned fly of his boxers and started to stroke him. Slowly and gently. I was in no hurry to rush him to orgasm. I stroked him gently, occasionally squeezing tighter, sometimes faster. Mostly I just worked slowly. Up and down, turning my hand, enjoying the feeling of his hard cock in my hand. I rewet my hand. His moans of pleasure sounded so hot. I could feel his cock pulsating with every thrust. He made me stop and told me to sit at the end of the bed, which I did. He then got down on his knees and spread my legs apart and started sucking my cock. He sucked it so good. Started off slow licking around my head and them working down the shaft. He teased my balls with his tongue and then worked his was back up sucking me faster and deep throating me too. I loved see his grey balding head bobbing up and. In the next second it didn't seem to matter, as I discovered that her cock sucking technique was markedly different from what I had known for the past several years.Whereas my fiancée seemed to almost make love to my cock, in a softer yet grasping fashion, my slave seemed to attack the appendage, trying her best to wrestle an orgasm out of it. Her actions were fast, and aggressive, and extremely effective. I could feel my orgasm coming on very quickly, and it seemed that her objective was to. Not right after you’ve been hurt and may not be thinking clearly. It would be wrong,” I said, trying to explain. Of COURSE, I wanted a blow job from her, but not because she was feeling dejected by a son-of-a-bitch.She pushed away and sat down on her heels.“It’s nothing like that. I want to. You’ve gone down on me already. You guys have both been great to me and you’re the first guy who’s made me orgasm. Ever,” she said.That thought hadn’t occurred to me prior to then. She continued.“I want to.