I was woken by the sensation of someone’s tongue on the tip of my penis.

“Oh, Gemma,” I heard myself groan. “That’s fantastic.”

She looked up at me and her eyes smiled.

“Can I stop you for a second?” I asked.

“What’s wrong, Tony?”

“Oh, believe me,” I said, “there’s absolutely nothing wrong.”

She sat up on her knees and I reached for one of her perfect pink nipples.

“Why have you stopped me?” she asked, a look of concern on her pretty face.

“Have you ever given a guy oral before?” I asked.

“No.”

“Where did you learn how to do it then?”

“One of the girls in work showed us all,” she said.

“Let me guess,” I said. “She showed you by using either her finger or a banana, am I right?”

“A banana,” she said. “Quite a big one actually.”

“Size isn’t everything,” I laughed.

“Oh, I know. Big boy.”

I laughed and she kissed me.

“How many of you were there at the demonstration?” I asked.

“All of the female staff, there was about 35 of us I’d say.”

“Did any of them ever mention what results they got?” I asked.

“Now that you mention it, no, not to me anyway,” she said.

“Ok, do you mind if I show you how to do it properly?” I continued.

“Oh no, not at all. Please do.”

She held the base in her hand as I identified the various components of my penis as she stared at it and nodded her head.

“The Head, Tip, or Glans, is the most sensitive part and must be treated kindly,” I said, “treat it with love and respect and it will respect you.”