I was hard about 90% of the time just going thru all of my special clothing and deciding what I could get away with wearing to school that would light... up my teacher and make her clitty into a full stiff dick that I could put to use. After looking at everything I decided that black lace top stockings would be exciting and could not be noticed under my school clothes. The big deal was what I called my "little black dress" which was actually a black nylon straight half slip that I had sewn bra. She pulls me toward her by the lock on my cock. She unlocks and removes my cage. "We'll need to wash your cage a few times a week. I'll supervise your showers when we do this."Ah, freedom. She has her back towards me while she washes my cock prison. I seize the moment, and I seize my nearly erect cock with a soapy hand. As I stroke it up and down, I realize how long it has been since I've been able to have a good yank. I am suddenly hit with a blast of cold water. "Quit playing with yourself.. "Hey Al, it's Bob, how are you doing?" Coach waited a bit for Coach Golden to answer."I'm sitting here with one of my seniors, Kyle Martin," Coach Burton explained. "May I put you on speaker and explain why we're calling?" I assume Coach Golden agreed because Coach Burton pushed a button on his phone."Hello Kyle, how are you doing?" Coach Golden asked."I'm fine, sir," I replied."What can I do for you and Bob?" Coach Golden asked."Kyle is a secondary education major," Coach Burton explained. "He. " No problem."Illuminated by the light from the lamp, her angelic face was nicely framed by her shoulder length blond hair. Closing her eyes, she parted her lips and moaned softly. My feet drew me closer. She was dressed in a blue T-shirt which swelled gently over her breasts. It barely covered her upper thighs."I thought that maybe you would..." she started, and then blushed slightly."I am just as embarrassed as you are."She smiled and looked at the floor, her fingertips toying with a stray.