I would kneel in front of Master, lapping on it like the good doggy that I am. Not just sucking but worshipping it all the way down to the base until his shaft is covered in my drool. Master would allow me to lean on the table where all my friends sit, a first row seat to witness my climax. I feel Masters tip, gently pressing against my entrance, slowly pushing deeper until it's nudging against my cervix. He would pull out and push in faster, and faster, and faster, each thrust kissing the entrance to my womb. My friends would reach for my nipples, pulling and twisting maybe even licking or sucking them. I'll moan loud, I've always been vocal, like I want the whole city know that I finally get fucked in my cunt again.
During orgasm my legs give up and I'll collapse on the table while my juices shoot out, I've been a heavy squirter before my orgasms were taken away from me. While I'm completely conked out, Master would pull out his still hard cock, as usual I didn't make him cum.
And that's the reason why I shouldn't be allowed to orgasm either