By Domme Mistress and Greta From Gary to Greta Part VIISaturday afternoon at 4 pm my wife ordered me back on the dining roomtable, on all fours, knees...spread out. Even in my cage, my cock wasthrobbing wildly. I was sure it would be a repeat of the other day, with mylovely wife removing my cage and milking me. Even if she would be doing itwhile talking with that witch of my mother-in-law, it would still feel sogood. Instead, a minute later I trembled when I saw the buildingsuperintendent, Madame. It struck me then how girls were made--with a slick warm little pocket in their bodies, a little hole almost exactly the same size as a male's erect cock.Holding my breath, I touched the tip of my forefinger to the rigid little stalk of my sex trigger. A shiver of excitement shot through my loins and made me raise my bottom from the bed. I blushed suddenly with the knowledge of what I was about to do. No! I would not do bad things to myself. The fact was, I didn't even really know how.Quickly I. I had to get her back home by eleven, but this time her parents weren’t waiting for us in the living room. We spent several minutes kissing before I had to run along, and I promised to call the next day.Monday proved very interesting. Jeana was a wonderful girl, not just beautiful, but smart and interesting as well. I drove to school for the first time, and when school let out, I asked if she would like me to drive her home. Her eyes lit up at this. I carried her crap out to my car and we rode. Thank heaven. I walked myself over to the entrance to the locker room and walked over to the urinal section. There were six sinks, four stalls, and eight urinals. I chose the last one, near the five showers. I took out my 6.5 inch soft dick and began to piss. I heard someone enter the locker room. It was Damian. Damian was a sexy beast. At 5'10", he was one of the tallest 10th graders at the school. He, too, had excellent abs. He had a small happy trail against his deeply tanned caramel skin,.