”“Will you be able to wean her from them?” I asked.“We were successful last time because she followed the treatment plan. We’re not sure she...will this time.”“Last time she had a reason to do it; now she doesn’t,” I said. “This isn’t meant to sound accusatory, but I know it will - you took that from her. Not that you had a choice, mind you.”Doctor Mercer smiled wanly, “I know she blames me. It’s par for the course.”“What about me seeing her?”“We debated that and the answer isn’t clear.”“What. She got nerves and didn’t know what to reply. I repeated my question and she shacked her head in manner to say yes.“you must me feeling when your bf would be kissing you and pressing you…” I laughed naughtily.“I don’t have bf ”she replied and blushed.“Then your gf” I again asked.“I don’t have either” she replied.I felt wetness in my panties as I found she was virgin.I took the initiative and cupped her boobs.“didi…..” she said and tried to resist .“shh…”I tried to calm her and pressured her. He asked me if I would be interested in posing for some pictures, and I said I would be delighted. He said, that some people could get the wrong idea about it, and to not tell about it to anyone." --- she explained --- "I pretended to not understand his implication, and said that I completely understand that other kids could get jealous, and that I will not tell even my parents."--- "I have to say he has his bases covered. He always meets up with the girls outside of his art classes, so nobody. I want it in my mouth I breathlessly tell him. I nuzzle my face up against him. Suddenly my head jolts back and I look up at him. He smirks down at me. I am on my knees in front of him, pretty pink bra covering the swell of my breasts, hiding those delicious nipples he tortures for me and those lacy pink panties wrapped around my hips, covering my dripping pussy, his pussy. His hand tightly holding my wrists, I blink up at him confused. Tell me you are mine he says. I am yours, I belong to you.