When we got the locker room the last of my fellow swimmers were leaving, so Coach Bill invited me into his office. He sat down at his desk, and had me...stand in front of him. He fondled my balls again, like he had the other time, and once more ran his fingers through my fuzzy fourteen year-old pubic hair, saying again how much it "fascinated" him. As he began to manipulate my penis, it started to harden, so he said he would show me how to masturbate if I wanted him to. I nodded shyly, and he. They stayed locked together for several long seconds, with him pushed in, and her opening to receive his, to her, gift. They finally relaxed and separated, their sides heaving from the ordeal. He lay atop her for a few minutes, kissing her in appreciation, and her returning the kisses.Finally he rolled to her side, and he raised up on one elbow, to smile down at her. "That was one of the best pieces of ass I've ever had. Val said you were good, but not HOW good." Misti blinked with surprise.. When her glare proved insufficiently intimidating, the elderly Cyclops let out with a theatrical sigh and exited the office.Now you have to understand that I had spent my entire life afraid of what other people thought of me. This was a particularly bad habit for the novice T* who hoped to transition to womanhood and I was working hard to change my attitude.To my surprise, I discovered that it must have been working: for the first time, I refused to fade invisibly into the wallpaper."No, I'm. Only under strictly controlled circumstances, of course! There?s also a torturebench, it?s on castor wheels like a hospital gurney, and you can get up to allsorts of fun when you?ve got a lovely strapped-down slave on that! There?s stirrups at the middle and the head of the thing, sowe can climb aboard either the slave?s face or his cock. You get the picture,I?m sure. And last, but by no meansleast, there?s the urine room. It?s basically a bathroom, with a large step-intub, which is kept filled.