In our last segment, my lovely wife Cathy had given me herself to me for Christmas as a sex slave. Calling her Angel would put her into slut mode, where she would do anything I asked: willingly, enthusiastically, and immediately.
God she looked sexy kneeling there! Her tongue tenderly finished cleaning my cock. I reached down, pulled her to her feet, and kissed her deeply. She melted into me, pressing her full length against my sweaty body; hooking her arms under mine then up to my shoulders, puling us as close together as possible. I stroked her hair, and asked her, "How long is 'Angel' going to stay? "
"Cathy is not an Indian-giver. So I'll be here as long as you want me. Do you want me to bath you first and then feed you? Or are you very hungry?"
"I think that a shower will do me a world of good, and you can fix breakfast while I'm cleaning up." Angel stiffened a little, and hung her head and nodded. "What is the matter?" I asked.
"I was hoping to bath you. I know that I will do a very good job, and I do like taking care of you. It won't take me any time at all to get breakfast together and that way I won't have to leave you."