I beg his forgiveness for my sinful thoughts.Lord, why do you torture me—I ask in the lord’s prayer ‘and deliver us not into temptation, deliver... us from evil’ it says plainly. Why do I enjoy these dreams?In my little red journal I wrote a lot about sex, a lot about God, and very little about my real life. Real relationships seemed impossible.Everyone knew me as the prim and proper girl who liked learning. Even among the nerd boys, I seemed an off limits alien. At one point, I shared chemistry. " She reported. "Don't want the drains to plug up." Is that all? I thought, desperately. She's not going to ask! The horrible possibility flared through me.Finished, she closed the door and smiling, came right over to me, standing within inches. "Whatcha reading?" She asked, putting her free hand on my shoulder. "Oh, YR&C, it just came today." It was a Sailing magazine. I hadn't really read a word of it. I was filled with despair. All that hopeful anticipation and she had no intention of. Apparently, she now needed a G-cup!Mum was getting just a little worried! It was the cost of the hand-made bra that decided her to take Tanya to see the doctor. After all, a ten-year-old girl in a G-cup was pretty unusual. How long was this going to go on?Tanya told me later about the visit to the doctor's surgery. They had waited about twenty minutes before being called in, and Dr Martin had been sitting behind his desk, reading the computer monitor. Then he had looked up. Tanya giggled as she. " Can you cope with a ring gag? At least with that I could feed you liquid." Oh yes please... if you saw a good looking cock you could feed me that too."Dan caught his breath for a second and was lost in thought for a few minutes so June knelt on the floor next to him and waited. Dan's face gave no clue as to what was going through his mind, but June could imagine. There's a time to push and a time to wait, and until she had some clear sign the latter made more sense."Okay," he said eventually..