I'd see her the next morning. It was so painful. Each time she just got hotter and hotter. This was the same, every day, for two weeks. Finally Friday... came around again. Lance came by my house in the afternoon.I was anticipating his arrival, I ran out onto the lawn impatiently, "So? What did you find out?" I asked him.Lance looked over at Antonio who was trimming the hedges, "Don't you wanna discuss this inside?" he asked me."No, no, don't mind him, he doesn't speak English. So, what did you. He had no problem simply holding me there. His friend undid my skirt buttons and slipped a hand inside I was wearing no bra and would have had a fair pair of tits for my age. There seemed to be hands all over me like there where 10 guys playing with me.I soon felt big fingers inside my cunt parting my little lips and something wet stroked across my held hands something hard and wet. It felt lovely being played with. The guy did not really need to hold my hands I was going no where. I was being. A strange look, like a challenge.Jan 17, 2007Dear Diary,Now I know what Mummy meant when she told me I'd better mind my dance teacher. It's been four Saturday sessions so far and Sir has been downright mean to me ... always pushing me to try harder and stretch until it hurts.Last week I even 'sassed him back' as he put it; I said to him ' What do you expect from me, miracles? I'm only a young girl, you know! ' And he shot back that I was old enough to know how to respect my elders and not too. I’d noticed a path leading into the woods at the back of his house. ‘How about we go for a walk, try and calm you down a little?’ I suggested. We held hands and wandered into the woods. We walked slowly along the path, trying to make innocent conversation again as a cool breeze blew through the trees. I hoped this wouldn’t turn the temperature down too much on the fun we’d started. A few hundred yards later, Adam stopped and pulled me close. ‘I can’t take this anymore,’ he admitted, kissing me.