"You could see his boner under his swimming trunks. Bet he came a big load." This was greeted with a universal "Whoah!"Earlier this year, I recalled t...at sexy beach scene, while holidaying on Spain's Costa del Sol. I had rented a small apartment near a quiet beach and was getting down to working on the first draft of my second novel. Daily distractions from my writing routine were usually coffees in the bar below the apartment block in the morning or lunchtime Cuba Libres on the terrace of the. . a lot. I suppose I always have since seeing her all the time in school; but never made my feelings known to her, of course. She’s from the posher side of our little town up the rise, while I live in the old Mineworkers’ tenements down below. Wendy’s father is the Workshops’ Foreman, while mine’s an ore and coal miner. Wendy and me are not exactly poles apart, we just live east and west of the same pole.Wendy’s beautiful and popular, but known to be somewhat picky. She’s said to only date her. I could bear theembarrassment, that was until I dropped the rag. I knew I had to bendover, giving everyone a perfect view of my diaper. I tried as best Icould to keep it hidden, but the size of both the diaper and the skirtleft no chance. People looked in awe as I displayed my garment toeveryone. My face turned a harsh red and I ran back inside as quickly asI could.Once inside I realized how badly I needed to use the bathroom, so Iquickly found my mistress and asked if I could use it."Are all. I felt used, you know, like a prostitute especially when John asked Bill for the money, somehow though, it was exciting, the thought that a man would pay to have sex with me, Bill said he didn’t have it until he’d sold some of the cigarettes, so John offered me to another mate of his.”“And you went along with all this?” Preston asked, and mum nodded.“Yes, I was scared of John, he’d already hit me a few times, and he threatened to cut me if I didn’t go with whoever he said, I was seventeen Mr..