There is one particular part of my training has been the most enjoyable, at least on Fridays. She has me wear a locking, curved metal cylinder over my... cock so I couldn't get off unless she lets me. She had explained it was all part of the process and I had reluctantly agreed. Every Friday night she would let my penis out, dress me up in the sexiest outfits and drive me wild with lust. I was curious why she would only dress me up during these Friday night sex games. I later figured out it was to. I said how many boys have done this to you.She said two and you are the third - and the best. I really like the feeling of you in me – it feels great. Your cock is the biggest one to go into me.I was now right inside her and she told me to stop and just let her feel my cock inside her. I lay on top of her and we stayed like that for about three or four minutes. I could feel her tits all squashy between us as I lay on her and kissed her. She was telling me how good it felt and how big I felt. I worked my way down her body, kissing and licking all the way to her pussy; she had her legs spread wide ready for me to feast on her fantastic pussy. Her scent was intoxicating and I was licking her like pussy addict trying to get their fix. I was also massaging her G spot with my finger so each time she came; she flooded my hand and tongue with love juice. She came 3 or four times, bucking, screaming and gasping each time until she grabbed me by my ears to pull me up on top of her. As my. What was happening to her, she felt like a bumbling idiot in front of him, but the warmth in his smile as he said “will you stay the night”. Oh my god she thought suddenly, as she heard the champagne cork pop, this wasn’t part of the plan, what? could she say.Bumbling again, she found herself replying “I suppose if I am drinking that I will have too” as he handed her a champagne flute, she sipped at it as the bubbles went up her nose a nervous laugh escaped her.Frankie’s pussy was throbbing.