Make the slave cum
Soon, with all the heavenly attention, my cock came back to life. It was rock solid in less than a minute. Kathy keep slurping loud enough so I could hear, something she normally does not do. Her tongue was torture on the head of my cock. It traced firm circles from the base of the head, slowly like a corkscrew to the tip, taking time to lick all the pre-cum, and then back down to the starting point. She continued this treatment until I was moments from orgasm. Then, suddenly, she stopped. The frustration got the better of me and I moaned and sighed. Kathy raised an eyebrow to that, "So, do you disagree with the way I am treating my slave?" She giggled. I chose to play safe and not let any sounds escape my mouth. I lay on the bed for quite some time, and once again became soft. "I want my slave to last when I fuck him. So, we will make him cum. We just can't have him cumming before I do." Again, she giggled. This time, she didn't use oral sex to tease me. She got down to business and used her wonderful hands. One of her hands grabbed my balls, and she gently began to caress them. With her other hand, she used a few fingers to dance around the skin of my cock until slowly it began to grow to its full length. As she continued to caress my balls with her hand, she began to stroke my cock. She started low on the base of my cock and worked her hand up to the head, then back down. She knew my pace and rhythm. Slowly, she picked up the pace, pumping her small, soft hand up and down my shaft. Soon, I found myself arching my back. Kathy picked up her pace and pumped faster and faster. She fondled my balls more vigorously, sometimes squeezing gently, and pulling firmly toward the mattress. Within a few seconds, my cum was shooting up and all over her hand.
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