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Family Move
by Rose Eastmann (eastern_rose2@hotmail.com)

***

A family is planning a move from London to 
Nottinghamshire, but the husband is planning far more 
than just a move, he wants a complete lifestyle 
overhaul. (MMFg, ped, inc, voy, 1st, beast, mast, oral, 
anal, hypno, mc)

***

Part 1 In the beginning 

I guess I should go back a little into my past; well 
our past as this story is as much about my family as it 
is about me. First of all I'm a thirty-three-year-old 
woman, my husband, John is forty and we have a 
daughter, Clare who is fourteen years old. 

My husband is very smart, he has a PhD in electronics 
and was a partner in a security company, John, designs 
security systems for large projects like hospitals, 
banks, courts, museums and art galleries, anywhere that 
people want to keep valuables safe and secure. Dave, my 
husband's partner was more interested in domestic 
systems, simpler, cheaper to install and higher profit 
margins. 

Even I could work out that putting in a system where 
the materials cost three hundred pounds, took two man 
days to install and cost the owner over a thousand 
pounds, which they invariably paid, in cash, on 
completion of the work, was a much safer prospect than 
my husbands usual projects which could cost a quarter 
of a million pounds for the materials, take three to 
six months to install and then take another three 
months to get paid. 

We lived at that time in a large, Victorian, palisaded 
terraced house in Tufnell Park, North London. The 
company owned by John and Dave was the largest security 
specialist in London but the recession had started to 
bite and the larger projects were all coming to an end 
with no new work in prospect. Dave had a contact with a 
company in Nottinghamshire that wanted ten of it's 
premises covering with the best systems that money 
could buy, they said that they wanted to go beyond 
anything that had ever been made before, which was just 
up John's street. 

Dave made his decision; he would offer John the new 
projects and all the profits from the previous year to 
dissolve their partnership. Dave would agree not to 
work north of Watford and John had to agree not to work 
south of that line, John and Dave were such good 
friends they agreed to pass on any enquiries from the 
others area, and then the deal was done with little 
more than a handshake. 

It took some time before we moved up north, John had 
found a new building project in a small village in 
Nottinghamshire and while he was making a start on his 
new business and its ten top of the line systems he was 
also overseeing the builders working on our new home. I 
didn't get to see much of John during that time as he 
only planned to come home on Saturday mornings and he 
returned to his hotel on Sunday night and sometimes he 
didn't even manage that. 

They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder and 
our separation certainly made a difference to John, he 
went from a once a week, conventional lover to a man 
possessed, he was ready for sex before the front door 
was closed on Saturday morning and wanted to spend 
every minute in bed with me until the last possible 
moment on Sunday night. Not only was the quantity 
something of a shock but so was the diversity, John 
wanted to do things that he had never shown an interest 
in before. I wasn't complaining though, and I got five 
whole days to recover and for the soreness to fade 
before his next onslaught. 

Some of Johns systems had a radio-data link called 
'Pack-net', each day John would sit at his PC for 
between fifteen and twenty minutes, he would receive a 
report from each system, he could see if there was a 
part that wasn't working correctly, see if anyone had 
removed any of the equipment, tampered with or replaced 
anything, then he would order one of his staff to visit 
and repair the system or replace substandard equipment, 
as he didn't have that responsibility since he split 
from his partner I kind of took over the PC while John 
was away working. 

I had always been seen as the dumb blond, so dumb in 
fact that I didn't realise that I was being insulted 
most of the time by John's clever friends when they 
called me a trophy wife. I started to take lessons on 
the PC run by the local council, and I intended to show 
John how much I had learned when we made the house move 
up to Nottinghamshire by using the PC, the Internet and 
planning tools to organise, plan and arrange the whole 
move. 

As the move date neared I took things into my own 
hands, took Clare out of school for a day and drove 
north, just to see how the building work was going. The 
house was magnificent, five bedrooms, detached, end of 
site plot with an un-over looked, south facing garden, 
a far cry from our old terraced house. I also noticed 
that the other five houses on the site all had John's 
new company name on the alarm boxes mounted on their 
front walls, this confused me greatly as the main 
reason for John and Dave needing to split up was John's 
insistence that he wanted nothing to do with domestic 
security systems. 

I pulled off of the country lane and onto the rough, 
unmade road, before I had driven five yards a man in a 
suite and red 'hard hat' was flagging me down, I wound 
down the window and he told me that all the houses were 
sold and there were no longer any sales staff there to 
look after the public. He was beginning to explain the 
directions to a near-by site with a similar build when 
I stopped him by saying, "That one in the corner over 
there is mine I think!" He looked in the direction my 
finger was pointing and said; "You must be John's wife 
then!" 

By this point I was standing at the side of the road 
and the site agent was offering his hand to me, I took 
it, noting his very firm grip and overly callused 
hands, this was a man who obviously believed in getting 
his hands dirty at work. He couldn't show me inside my 
own house as the flooring contractors had just finished 
treating the concrete floor in preparation for the 
carpets being laid the following week but he offered to 
show me a similar house that wasn't quite so near to 
completion. 

I was amazed at the size and quality of the house, 
everything seemed to have been thought of, I noticed 
John's handy work, or should I say I almost missed 
John's handy work, in each room there were four sensors 
buried into the plasterwork at each corner, I only 
noticed them because the walls hadn't been painted and 
the different colour of plaster showed the sensors 
location, "Your husband is a magician when it comes to 
alarm systems" I was told. 

I was so excited and could hardly wait for the last two 
weeks that I would be living in Tufnell Park, I would 
miss all my old friends, miss the convenience of the 
shops, the night life, the proximity to central London 
but I wouldn't miss the gangs, drug taking, beggars and 
noise, I was sure of that. 

The Saturday morning after my visit to Nottinghamshire 
to see my new home John burst in to our bedroom, it was 
only seven o'clock; John was easily two hours earlier 
than he had been arriving every other week. I hadn't 
even opened my eyes when John had me pinned on the bed; 
flat on my back under him. He was so excited and eager 
to have sex with me that I thought he was going to try 
to have sex through my nighty, he must have been 
undressing as he ran up the stairs. 

I wasn't fully awake and certainly wasn't ready for my 
body to be invaded, John would usually perform a little 
foreplay on me before trying to enter me but that 
morning John was a little too eager for me. I was just 
recovering from the suddenness of the whole act when 
John said, "What did you think of Patrick?" 

I was starting the slow climb to my first orgasm, my 
breathing was beginning to become laboured and I 
panted, "Who is Patrick?" John explained that Patrick 
was the site agent for the builders who were building 
our new home in Nottinghamshire. 

I allowed my first orgasm to wash over me before saying 
anything more, "he seems a nice man, very helpful!" I 
said eventually, when my breathing returned to normal. 
"He was far more complimentary towards you, he told me 
that you made him hot for the rest of the day, he 
really fancies you," John said. 

John started to build up his pace again, I realised 
that he hadn't climaxed with me as he usually liked to 
do but he had controlled himself and now he was 
starting to bring me to a second orgasm. This was so 
out of character for John, he usually came quite 
quickly after my first orgasm and then liked to play 
with my body a little with his fingers or mouth until 
he had re-gained his erection and then he would bring 
me to multiple orgasms during his second wind. As I was 
nearing my second orgasmic peak John said, "You know he 
wanted to fuck you don't you?" 

I wanted to push John off of me but I was too close to 
my orgasm, I couldn't believe that he would say 
something like that to me even in jest, especially 
while he was pounding his manhood into me. I reached my 
climax fully expecting John to follow my climax with 
his own but he simply fell against me, remaining 
connected to me at the groin, after a few minutes he 
raised his upper body off of mine with one arm, and 
reached down between us with the other and while 
planting kiss after kiss on my lips, cheek and neck he 
began pulling at my nighty. 

Unfortunately the flimsy nylon material of my nighty 
was trapped beneath my buttocks and with John's weight 
pressing down on me I couldn't raise up to release the 
trapped material. John's desperate pulling at the hem 
of my nighty was rewarded by a tearing sound as the 
side seam parted slightly. 

I expected John to stop pulling the hem and lift 
himself off of me so that he could expose the rest of 
my body as he seemed intent on doing but he just pulled 
all the harder, parting the side seam all the way to my 
armpit. The torn material was cast aside to expose my 
breasts to John's searching mouth. He lifted his 
buttocks slightly and began once again to pump his cock 
into my vagina; he was giving my nipples quite rough 
treatment with his mouth, nipping really hard with his 
bare teeth where he would have normally nibbled gently 
with his lips covering his teeth. 

I noticed the bedroom door had been left open in John's 
rush to get into bed with me and as we were making so 
much noise with our lovemaking we had managed to wake 
Clare and she was now standing in the open doorway with 
a perfect view of her fathers cock pounding into my 
body. I was rapidly drawing to my third climax in a few 
minutes and although I wanted to stop John or cover us 
up or tell Clare to close the door, I was unable to 
form the words or actions in my mind and so Clare stood 
and watched her father fucking me with bestial force 
and passion, watched as he almost drew blood as he was 
biting my breast so hard. 

Eventually I managed to tap John on his shoulder and as 
he looked towards my face I nodded toward the door as I 
panted to my third climax. John looked over at Clare 
and smiled at her saying, "Come and give daddy a big 
kiss, I've missed my two girls so much this week" Clare 
came into the room and bent over the bed to kiss her 
father, John reached out and pulled Clare down onto the 
bed and gave her a tight hug. 

I felt John's cock start to slide slowly out of my 
body, I was expecting him to use the cover of his hug 
to disengage himself from me and allow me to cover our 
nakedness from Clare. Instead I felt John stop with 
just a fraction of an inch of his cock inside and then 
start to push back just as slowly. I managed to reach 
the duvet and pull it over, mostly covering John and I. 
John looked quite hurt that I was trying to hide from 
my own daughter. 

"Kick off you slippers Clare and slide in with mum and 
me like you did when you were younger!" John said. 

Clare was now under the duvet with John and I, she was 
facing towards us and John had an arm around her waste 
pulling her against us. I was a little pissed with him, 
it was like he was teasing me, he was inside my body, 
moving almost imperceptibly in and out while talking 
and cuddling with our daughter. John kissed my neck 
again, kissed down to my breast and sucked hard on my 
nipple, he still had his arm around Clare's waste and 
her face was almost level with my breast so that she 
could see the flesh squeezed between her father's sharp 
teeth. 

John slowly increased his tempo and although I felt 
totally uncomfortable with the close proximity of my 
daughter to us while I was being fucked I couldn't stop 
my body responding to John's ministrations. "There's a 
man in Nottingham that wants to be your mother's 
special friend Clare, what do you think about that?" 
John said into my breast, "He would like to be here in 
her bed now instead of me!" 

I was starting to pant once again, heading to my fourth 
orgasm; Clare was lying there smiling at her father, he 
drove me far beyond the climactic point he usually let 
me down from, I reached my fifth orgasm before the 
fourth had played out, then John started those sounds 
that told me he was about to have his own climax. I 
felt the jerk and the rush as John filled my womb with 
his seed, and at the exact point that he climaxed he 
lifted his face from my breast and kissed Clare on the 
lips, a long lingering kiss that lasted for the minute 
or so that it took him to empty his balls of their 
weeks cargo. 

John pulled himself from my vagina and slipped out from 
under the duvet, he was totally nude, his cock was 
still semi hard, and his seed was dripping from the 
end, he stepped over Clare and I watched as her eyes 
followed her father's naked body, they were locked on 
his manhood and we both followed the string of sperm 
dripping down on to her naked thigh. 

Clare giggled loudly and rubbed a finger through the 
wet patch her father had left on her. I was mortified, 
trying to work out what to say to Clare by way of an 
explanation but it was Clare who spoke first "Mum that 
was great, I always here you guys on the weekends doing 
each other but it was so fantastic to see you actually 
do it, wow!" I removed my tattered nighty and was about 
to get a clean one when Clare pulled me back onto the 
bed, "Can we cuddle a bit mum?" 

I lay back and Clare pulled herself as close as she 
could to my body, I pulled the duvet over us both and 
listened as Clare's breathing started to slow, I 
assumed that she was falling back to sleep, it was 
after all still very early but I was wrong, her 
breathing slowed but also became shallow, I realised 
that she was gently massaging between her legs, 
cuddling up close to me for comfort and warmth while 
she slowly and very gently brought herself off to a 
mini-orgasm before falling into a deep sleep in my 
arms. 

John returned to bed with two cups of coffee; he slid 
into bed behind Clare and reached across her to stroke 
my body, I noticed that occasionally his hand would 
trail from my bare breasts and onto Clare's little 
breasts, covered as it was by her nighty and bra.

I was getting more turned on than I would normally be 
after mere breast contact, and when John slipped his 
hand down between my thighs I gladly opened them for 
him, as John had to reach further across Clare to reach 
between my thighs he disturbed her slightly and she 
moved her arm sleepily onto my stomach and moved her 
leg so that her thigh was over mine which also meant 
that her face was now pressing against my bare breast, 
John was also able to move a little closer to me.

I realised that if he was 'excited' he would now be 
pressing his cock against Clare's bottom. That thought 
alone was like an electric shock between my thighs, I 
hardly noticed that John was gently repositioning 
Clare's face so that her mouth was resting against my 
nipple, he then pressed her body so that her leg fell 
further between my own, her knee was exactly in the 
right place to put pressure on my labia. 

John then reached behind Clare's knee and started to 
gently press it into my body, I started to climb to an 
orgasm almost instantly, then I felt Clare open her 
mouth and gently take my engorged nipple into her 
mouth, she opened her eyes and I rocketed off into a 
high orgasmic plateau. Clare's giggling helped to salve 
my guilty conscience as I started to climb down from my 
orgasmic peak, then Clare started to push her body away 
from mine and I realised that she was now pressing her 
bottom hard against her fathers lap. John reached 
between us and lifted the front of her nighty.

I watched as he slipped his hand down the front of her 
white bikini panties, I raised myself up slightly on my 
elbows and looked down Clare's body, I could see that 
John's cock was pressing between the cheeks of Clare's 
bottom, pushing the nylon material along with it. 

I watched in wrapped disbelief as John brought our 
young daughter off with his fingers while he used her 
nighty-covered bottom to masturbate himself against. We 
all fell asleep together Clare still sandwiched tightly 
between her father and I, when I finally woke it was 
noon, I was all alone in bed, it could have all been a 
dream, well it could apart from the torn nighty, the 
soreness between my legs and the bite marks covering my 
breasts. 

I dressed quickly; I disregarded the idea of a bra as 
my nipples were too tender following John's over 
enthusiastic attention, I chose white cotton, bikini 
style panties and a t-shirt dress, well actually it was 
just a large t-shirt but as it was long enough to reach 
midway to my knee I often wore it around the house as a 
dress. I could hear John and Clare talking in the 
sitting room and after disposing of my ruined 
nightdress I joined them there. 

John was sitting on the sofa; he was still nude and had 
placed a hand rowel under him to protect the cushions, 
Clare had her dressing gown on and nothing else, it 
wasn't tied and as she was leaning against the 
sideboard I could see a three inch wide strip of her 
body, the nipple of her left breast and the valley 
between, her navel and the sparse tufts of hair that 
were newly growing on her little pussy mound. 

John had an erection that he wasn't trying to hide and 
he and Clare were taking obvious delight in looking at 
each other's bodies. I asked if anyone was hungry, both 
answered in the affirmative and so I went into the 
kitchen to start to prepare lunch, Clare followed me 
into the kitchen, she had pulled her dressing gown 
closed and held it there loosely with a single knot in 
its belt. "Mum, are you ok with what happened earlier?" 

The question came a little out of the blue; I was 
planning on trying hard to convince myself that it had 
all been a dream and using denial as my 'get out of 
guilt free card', "These things happen dear!" Was my 
weak reply. "It's just that I have been thinking a lot 
about sex and stuff ever since dad started working in 
Nottingham and you guys have been going manic at the 
weekends."

I blushed slightly, I realised that John and I had been 
trying to squeeze a weeks worth of contact into each 
weekend but I hadn't realised just how much Clare had 
been affected by it. "I was kind of hoping that you 
guys would treat me a bit more like an adult, maybe 
when we move to Nottingham I could have some of my 
boyfriends come up from here and stop over with me?" We 
got into a whole long debate about boyfriends, the fact 
that Clare had been secretly going out with boys since 
she was eleven, ditching school to spend time with them 
on their days off work. 

I had to replay that last part over in my head a few 
times, the word work made things jangle a little, it 
turned out that Clare had been in love with several 
boys who were slightly older than I would call boys, in 
fact she had never been out with anyone even close to 
her own age, her youngest boyfriend up to that time had 
been twenty years old and the oldest had been almost 
her fathers age. 

Most of the rest of Saturday passed without incident, I 
cooked the evening meal, washed up and then switched 
the computer on in the dining room, Clare and John were 
listening to CD's in the front room while I typed 
figures into a gant chart, I needed to find the 
critical path for the house move and I had been told 
that the gant chart was the safest way to show 
graphically what the various timing and sequences were. 

One track had a particularly quiet intro and in the 
silence I heard John say to Clare, "You must have seen 
that Patrick fancied you the moment he first saw you!" 
then the track started with a louder beat and drowned 
out the rest of their conversation. I was up and 
standing at the door in a flash, straining to hear what 
John was saying to Clare over the music. 

I made out snippets of conversation; John was asking 
Clare if she would go on a date with Patrick and she 
was telling her father that Patrick wasn't her type but 
that it would be nice to try a date with him even if it 
was only the one date. The next track was a very loud 
one and so I went back to my planning program. 

John came in to the dining room at ten o'clock and 
asked me if I was ready for bed, I asked if Clare had 
already gone to bed but John told me that she had 
popped out to see one of her boyfriends, "What at this 
time of night?" I asked, John told me that he had told 
her that she could spend the night with him, as she 
wouldn't be seeing much of him after our move in two 
weeks time. 

I was about to get all frumpy and 'old mum' until John 
reminded me that she wasn't a virgin and that she had 
had sex with her boyfriend on several occasions, I 
calmed down and realised that he was right, I always 
expected that it would be John trying to fight to keep 
his daughter pure and me that would be trying to secure 
her freedom, crazy how things turn out. 

We went up to bed, John caught me before I reached the 
top step, he bent me over so that my breasts were on 
the landing and my legs hanging down the stairs, he 
lifted the back of my skirt and pulled my panties to 
one side, he started to kiss my buttocks as he worked a 
finger into my pussy, then he kissed down between my 
legs and lick my pussy from behind, he licked upwards 
until the tip of his tongue touched my anus, I jumped 
up at that point, John looked like a scalded cat, 
"What's wrong?" 

"I don't want you to do that!" I said. The only reason 
I could give was that I thought that there were too 
many germs and that it was too dirty in that area, for 
that kind of activity. 

John pulled me into the bathroom and washed my bottom 
totally, then he pulled me into the bedroom and knelt 
me on the floor at the side of the bed, he pushed me 
forward so that I was bent over the bed and he started 
to finger-fuck my pussy again, as I started to warm up 
and my juice started to flow John started to kiss 
around my bottom once again. 

I winced as the tip of his tongue pressed against the 
tight muscle of my anus, then he moved position 
slightly so that he could get his tongue in contact 
with my clitoris, it didn't feel as nice when his 
tongue worked its magic as when I was laying on my 
back, the position of his head was all wrong but I 
still started to climb the path to an orgasm. I noticed 
John pull his suitcase out from under the bed and while 
I was panting to my first climax he pulled a blue tube 
from his wash bag, it looked like a toothpaste tube but 
judging from where he pressed the now open end of the 
tube it sure as hell wasn't toothpaste. 

I felt the cold metal end of the tube press hard 
against my tightly clenched anal muscle; I could feel 
that John was squirting the content of the tube into my 
bottom. As soon as the tube was back in his wash bag 
John started to suck harder on my clitoris while he 
pressed an exploratory finger against my anus. I felt 
his finger slipping inside almost unopposed.

John had mentioned that he wanted to try anal sex for a 
few weeks while he was on his weekend visits, he had 
even brought a video to watch with me but I had always 
resisted, I often used the excuse that Clare was only 
in the next room and what if she walked in on us while 
he was doing something so 'dirty', well now I couldn't 
use Clare as an excuse, I couldn't use the dirty aspect 
as I was totally clean there at the moment, so I just 
had to try and relax and make the whole experience as 
painless as possible. 

John had soon worked his middle finger all the way into 
my bottom and worked me into a second climax as well, 
he started to finger-fuck my pussy and matched the 
action with the finger inserted in my ass. It felt so 
strange to have two fingers pushing in and pulling out 
of my two holes in that way. Then John started the 
rotate his finger inside my ass, he was trying to 
loosen the muscle at the entrance to my bowels.

I watched as he reached into his case once more, he had 
a box, wrapped in brown paper, the object he took from 
the box looked like a very large babies dummy, I 
recognised it from pictures he had shown me in the past 
while talking about anal sex, it was a large black butt 
plug, it took a little time and effort to get the plug 
inside, the business end was a lot wider than the part 
that would finally be pressing against the anal muscle 
and it was about five inches long but John eventually 
managed to get it all the way in. 

As soon as the thinner section moved into position 
against my anal muscle the slight pain and discomfort 
went away totally, then John lifted himself against me 
and inserted his steel hard cock into my vagina, he 
fucked me quite hard until I had reached a double 
orgasm, he pulled out of me without climaxing himself, 
"Lets go and have a little fun" he said. 

John had brought Clare and I some clothes from 
Nottingham, he presented me with a carrier bag and 
asked me to get changed into the clothes from the bag, 
"And only wear the clothes that are in the bag please!" 
He said to me as I undressed out of my normal clothing. 
I reached between my legs to remove my butt plug but 
John stayed my hand, he told me to keep it in for him. 
The panties were black satin and 'G-string' styled, 
there was no bra in the bag in fact the only other 
thing in the bag was a black, strapless, Lycra tube 
dress. 

I stood there dressed in just two items of clothing 
feeling quite silly, I looked at John; he had removed 
his denim shirt and chino's and had put on a black 
shirt with collar and black slacks, I noticed that he 
had nothing under his shirt or trousers, he was tying a 
black tie around his neck before I realised that we 
were going out, I checked the time, it was almost 
midnight, I was use to being so close to London that we 
could have a twenty-four-hour lifestyle if we wanted 
but we never went out at this time of night before. We 
walked a short distance to the main road and were in 
luck as there was a taxi passing just as we reached the 
corner and the second piece of luck was that the driver 
noticed John raise his hand in the time-honoured 
'hail'. 

John told the driver an address in Soho and we were 
whisked away at top speed, we were dropped off outside 
a seedy looking back street club, John showed the 
doorman a card, he had to answer a few questions as the 
card was issued against a club in Nottingham that was 
part of the same chain of clubs but they seldom saw 
guests from Nottingham at the parent club. The lights 
were very low inside the club; there were only three 
other women that I could see in the main room. I was 
very aware of the men looking at me as I walked arm in 
arm with John toward a table.

I was trying to steer John toward a booth I had noticed 
in the shadows at the back of the room but John guided 
me to a table in the centre of the room that was very 
well lit, in fact there was a spot light directed right 
at the table. I was very self-conscious, I first pulled 
at the top of the dress to try and cover as much of my 
breasts as I could but this raised the hemline too much 
and so I had to pull the bottom back down again. There 
was trad-jazz style music playing softly in the 
background.

John called a waiter over to our table and ordered 
drinks for us, before the drinks arrived a man was 
standing at my side asking me to dance with him, I 
refused but John pushed me toward the young man telling 
me not to be so anti-social. 

I quite liked to dance, but preferred a slightly faster 
tempo, once on the dance floor the man pulled me close, 
he placed his legs in what we girls call the grind 
position, that was with one of the man's thighs pressed 
solidly in between my legs so that his upper thigh was 
rubbing hard against my pussy mound and his cock 
pressing against my upper thigh. Robin was as hard as a 
rock as soon as he pulled me against him, his hand 
slipped from the small of my back down on to the soft 
round cheek of my ass within seconds of our dance 
starting, he felt the thin waste band of the 'G'-string 
as his hand passed by it and his face lit up into a 
broad grin. 

We danced a little and I felt Robin pulling slightly at 
the material at the back of my dress, I looked over 
toward John, he was watching us dance transfixed, I 
could see from his eyes that he was looking at Robin's 
hand moving the thin Lycra material upwards, then I saw 
John's face light up too and a broad grin split his 
face in two. 

I had guessed that the hem at the back of my dress was 
now just about showing my ass cheeks off to John, and 
as we turned slowly in time to the music I noticed that 
all the men in the room were staring at us dancing, and 
all eyes seemed to be low down on my bottom. I thought 
as the music began to wind down to its final few bars 
that the plug that John had inserted into my bottom and 
that he had asked me not to remove may have been 
showing now as the round, black, flange that stopped 
the plug going all the way up my bottom was very wide. 

The music stopped and before I could make to return to 
John's side there was a second man waiting to take his 
turn at dancing with me, I noticed Robin walk over to 
John and sit talking with him while I danced with the 
second man, he introduced himself to me as Bill, told 
me that I was the most spectacular woman he had seen in 
a long while, I had pulled the hem back down at the 
back of my dress as soon as Robin has released his hold 
on me but I felt Bill pull it right back to its former 
position. 

Bill was dancing slightly further away from my body 
than Robin had but he was a little more forward than 
Robin. About half way through the track I felt Bill's 
hand resting on my bare bottom, we turned so that I was 
facing John and Robin, they were chatting away together 
and both men had their eyes glued firmly on my lower 
body. Bill pulled my hand from his shoulder and placed 
it over his cock, I looked over toward John with a 
little concern, I watched as he mouthed the words "Just 
enjoy things" in my direction. 

I squeeze Bill's cock slightly through his trousers; he 
was much older than John or I but he had quite a 
respectable sized cock. The music was slowing once 
again, indicating the track was about to end, before 
Bill released me he folded the back of my dress over, 
my bottom was totally exposed now and almost everyone 
in the room was sitting silently watching Bill and I 
dance. 

Bill took both of my hands in his as the music stopped, 
I had planned on flipping the back of my skirt down as 
soon as Bill released me but with him holding my hands 
I couldn't, Bill placed both of my hands into the hands 
of the man that had joined us on the dance floor, he 
hadn't asked me for a dance, it seemed now that I was 
just going to be passed from one man to the next for as 
long as I was willing to be so passed. 

The new dance partner was John like my husband but much 
younger then my husband, he pulled one of my hands 
around his back, the one that I would normally rest on 
his shoulder he placed against his crotch, which is 
where it was when Bill and I finished our dance, young 
John pulled the front of my dress over so that it 
formed a straight hem at the same level as the back of 
my dress which was actually just a little higher than 
the thin string of a waste band on my panties. 

I went to look down to see exactly what the rest of the 
room could see but young John quickly placed his free 
hand against my chin and drew me close into his body, 
resting my chin over his shoulder. When he released my 
chin his free hand now moved down the front of my body, 
rubbing over my breasts on his way down to my panties, 
I rubbed his crotch gently as he reciprocated by 
rubbing my mound through my panties, he moved quickly, 
pulling the front of my panties to one side and rubbing 
his finger along the line between my labia, he was just 
opening my vaginal lips as that track ended. 

Young John kissed me gently on the lips and thanked me 
for the dance, he followed Bills example and took both 
of my hands and passed them on to the waiting man. "Hi, 
I'm Paul, may I have this next dance please?" Paul was 
around my age, mid to late thirties, I took the 
opportunity to look down the front of my body as Paul 
moved in front of me. When young John had rubbed his 
hand down over my breasts he had pulled the top of my 
dress down slightly, the dark roundels of my areola 
were just showing over the top of the black Lycra. 

Paul started to dance, he had once again pressed my 
hand to his groin, but this time his trouser zip was 
open, I felt inside of his trousers, he had no pants on 
and his hard cock jumped as my fingers wrapped around 
it. Paul was massaging my breasts openly with one hand, 
he pulled the dress further down, it was now hanging 
loosely around my waste like a giant cummerbund, my 
breasts were totally exposed to the room now.

John was looking very excited now, I could see him 
sitting at the table, still talking to Robin, his hand 
was pressing against his crotch and I could see that 
John was rubbing his own cock as he watched Paul 
dancing with me, Paul moved his mouth down to kiss the 
top of my breast and as the music progressed he kissed 
down until he was playing with each of my nipples in 
tern in his mouth. His other hand was massaging between 
my legs, he had managed to open my legs far enough to 
get one of his fingers all the way into my vagina.

I was climaxing there on the dance floor under Paul's 
quite expert fingers. The record ended and I was passed 
on to yet another man, he was different to all the 
other men, he was Afro-Caribbean, much taller than all 
the other men, he was called Leroy, he told me he was 
twenty–five years old, he didn't hold my hands, I had 
stopped any notion of repairing my dress between 
dances, Leroy was too busy to hold my hands, as the 
first few bars of the music started up Leroy tugged at 
the thin band that passed for my panty waste band and 
they fell away to the floor.

There was rousing applauds from the men sitting 
watching my body closely, Leroy raised my left hand 
above my head and he turned me around in a slow parody 
of a jive spin, as I returned to face him again he 
opened his trousers and pulled his erection out of his 
trousers. He easily had the largest cock of any man I 
had ever seen before, he pressed it between my legs and 
allowed it to rub slowly back and forth along the 
furrow between my pussy lips as we danced. 

The record ended and someone stood behind Leroy but he 
didn't stop his gyrations, he kept me as the next 
record started, he was making little attempt to dance 
with me now, he was just standing with his knees 
slightly bent fucking between my thighs, allowing his 
cock to press against my pussy as he did so, I reached 
a climax, it was a shuddering one, very powerful which 
amazed me as there was little clitoral stimulation, 
just the action of Leroy's cock as it rubbed along the 
furrow of my vagina. 

The pace of Leroy's breathing was speeding and growing 
shallower, then he suddenly stood upright allowing his 
cock to stand against my stomach as he fired his sperm 
all over my belly, dress and breasts. 

The music was still playing as Leroy pulled my dress 
all the way down over my body, cleaning most of his 
sperm away as he did so. I was standing panting, naked 
on a dance floor with around twenty-five men watching 
me. As the next tune started and no one had come over 
to dance with me I began to feel a little self-
conscious, just standing there as I was. John noticed 
from my body language that I was beginning to feel 
uncomfortable, that I was starting to think about what 
I was doing, possibly even beginning to get those 
'panic' feelings that I often got if things weren't in 
their correct box on the right shelf in my life. 

My husband rescued me, he walked up to me, took my hand 
and drew me into his body, we kissed and then he 
whispered into my ear, "Are you OK?," I nodded my head 
in affirmation, "You want to go on?" I looked 
quizzically at John, "There is more enjoyment to come 
if you would like to carry on!" John once again 
whispered in my ear, there was a pause, "Is it ok to 
carry on?"

I nodded my head, only once, then I began to think 
again, I could just say no right now, I would be 
dressed, I assumed, and then John and I could go home 
and I could have sex with him to drive away my sexual 
desire. 

While that thought had passed through the synaptic 
pathways in my brain John had led me back to our table 
under the bright spot light, Robin had been busy in 
John's absence, he had cleared the table completely and 
the barman was wiping the surface dry with a bar towel, 
then Robin took a few towels from the barman and spread 
them out on the surface of the table, by the time John 
and I returned to the table it looked like it had a 
patchwork terry table cloth. 

"The guys would like a memento of tonight if that's ok 
with you?" John whispered as he turned me around and 
backed me up against the edge of our table, I was half 
leaning against and half sitting on the table.

I said, "OK!" 

John was gone again, talking to the barman at the bar, 
there was lots of nodding and then John returned. John 
took up a position behind me and he slowly pulled me 
backwards as I watched the barman pass a camcorder to 
Bill, as I slowly sank down on to my back I watched 
Bill raise the camera to his eye and the little red 
light mounted on the front of the camera blinked into 
life. 

My husband was now holding my shoulders, pressing them 
down against the terry covered surface of the table, 
Bill with camera in hand came into my line of sight as 
did two other men, I was a little shocked to see that 
both men were as naked as I, they each took one of my 
legs that had been left dangling, unceremoniously over 
the edge of the table and they raised them so that they 
were wide apart and each knee bent slightly upward. 

Neither of the men had danced with me, each had a grip 
with one hand at my ankle and the other cupping behind 
my calf muscle. Bill must have climbed up onto a stool, 
as he suddenly appeared almost right above my body, 
pointing the video camera down onto my body. I felt a 
hard protrusion pressing against my vagina and looked 
down my body to see Robin, he was now also naked, 
standing between my wide open thighs, pressing his 
manhood against my labia, there was a silent 'pop' as 
his cock broached the outer bastion and slipped deep 
into my body. 

I quickly reached an orgasm, it wasn't Robin's size or 
his prowess as a love maker, it was the fact that we 
were naked, 'performing' in front of a large group of 
people, Robin didn't climax, he simply brought me off 
then stepped aside, Young John was waiting patiently 
behind him, also nude, his young cock thinner but the 
same length as the one that was departing, as young 
John started to fuck me to another delicious climax 
Robin stood at my side, level with my head, he was 
gently stroking his cock as he watched the youth 
fucking me with increasing power and speed.

As soon as I had finished with my climax I was once 
again empty and a stranger standing, nakedly in 
anticipation, waiting for young John to step aside, in 
a perverse parody of a 'gentleman's excuse me'. 
Eventually the two men holding my body open to all 
comers took their turn at pleasuring me, I had lost 
count of the number of orgasms I had reached and the 
number of different men that had taken me to those 
fantastic peaks, no one had actually climaxed apart 
from me and of course Leroy, who had climaxed over my 
front while dancing with me. 

John released his grip on my shoulders and moved to 
take his position between my thighs, my pussy must have 
looked like a train tunnel after so much sex, I hadn't 
managed to count the number of men that had fucked me 
but right now there were five men standing on each side 
of me, they had all fucked me at some point during the 
night and now John was standing between my thighs, I 
felt him touch the wide, round, flange of the butt plug 
it had been inside of my anus for so long that I no 
longer felt it, then, giving it a slight twist, John 
pulled it all the way out, quickly replacing it with 
his own cock. 

John fucked me gently, tenderly and slowly, taking 
great care to make his first excursion into my bottom 
as pleasurable as possible so that I would allow him 
that right on a future occasion. Slowly increasing his 
tempo, increasing the pressure and power he was 
applying through his cock into my ass. The ten men 
surrounding me were also increasing the speed and force 
they were exerting on their own cocks as they 
masturbated while watching John take my anal virginity. 

At the precise moment that John gasped out his climax 
into my anus the rest of the men let fly their seed all 
over my body, I was drenched from head to thigh with 
hot sticky seamen. John held his cock in my ass hole 
until it started to fall flaccid and the natural muscle 
action in that area started to expel him, then he 
quickly replaced his cock with the butt plug once more. 

The men that had hosed my body down were starting to 
move away from my side, most getting dressed and 
heading for the door, all that was left was Bill, he 
was still filming, still dressed, still unsatisfied. 
Bill passed the camera to my husband and stood between 
my thighs, there was no one holding me open, no one 
apart from John watching through the camera's 
viewfinder.

Bill simply unzipped his fly and fucked me until his 
own completion, taking me to several climaxes on the 
way. Almost as soon as he had finished, Bill jumped 
aside and John moved the camera close into position to 
film Bill's deposit running from my body, then the film 
ran out and the little red light went out also. 

It was almost eight am when John and I arrived back at 
Tufnell Park, neither of us had slept at all, we 
checked Clare's room, it was still empty and then we 
fell into our own bed and into a deep, deep sleep. It 
was around noon when Clare arrived home, I heard a car 
pull up outside and peeped through the curtains, the 
man kissing her in the front seat of the car looked o 
be late twenties, they kissed passionately for ages and 
then Clare ran up to the house, within moments she was 
bounding through our bedroom door almost bowling me 
over as I was making my way back to bed. 

Clare kissed me hard on the lips and hugged me tightly, 
"That was the most fantastic night ever," she said, 
"You look tired."

I told her that we didn't get to bed until after dawn 
and that I was going back to bed again right now. Clare 
pulled her dress shoulder straps off of each shoulder 
and allowed her dress to fall to the floor; she had no 
bra on and only a pair of pretty lilac high legged 
panties on, then she hopped into bed ahead of me, lay 
back to back with her sleeping father, I followed her 
into bed and lay with my back toward her, Clare 
whispered for me to turn over, I did and was now facing 
her then she pulled me tight against her and kissed me 
on the lips, "Thanks for letting me have last night!" 
She whispered before falling asleep. 

I woke around four pm, the bed was shaking slightly, 
Clare was still lying facing me with her arm wrapped 
over my side, I peered over Clare, toward John, he was 
now facing Clare, pressed tightly against her back and 
the rocking of the bed was John pressing his hips 
against Clare's bottom and then relaxing. 

My hand was resting on Clare's side, I slowly slid my 
hand down her side, where I expected to find the waste 
band of her high legged panties I felt only the 
indentation in her skin left behind by the elastic. My 
fingers moved around her bottom until my fingertips 
felt John's hairy abdomen pressing against Clare and 
then retreating slightly. 

I was about to sit up, I didn't know exactly what John 
was doing but I knew that whatever it was it was wrong, 
Clare felt my movement and reading my mind she pressed 
down on my side, steadying me on the bed, she opened 
her eyes and smiled at me and she mouthed, "It's OK" at 
me. Clare pulled the duvet from herself and me, 
flicking it backward over her father; I could see 
John's cock head every so often as it appeared between 
Clare's legs, just below her pussy mound with each of 
his forward thrusts, I also saw her panties, wrapped 
around just one of her ankles. 

Clare took my hand from her side and she pressed it 
between her legs so that my fingertips touched John's 
cock head each time it appeared on my side of her. 
Clare then opened her legs slightly, turning her knee 
towards me and resting it on top of my upper leg, this 
moved Clare slightly away from her father and closer to 
me, it also made it so that I couldn't see her fathers 
cock any more. John moved slightly to close the gap 
that had been left between Clare and him. 

Clare moved my hand further between her legs so that my 
hand was now providing the friction that Clare's legs 
had provided a few moments earlier, my fingers, now 
pressing John's cock lightly against Clare's labia. We 
continued in that position for a few minutes, Clare's 
breathing, showing that she was enjoying the feeling 
between her legs, Clare opened her eyes again and 
checked that I was looking at her she mouthed "Push 
harder" to me. 

I pressed John's cock harder against Clare's vagina, 
the head of his cock started digging a deep furrow 
along the valley between Clare's pussy lips, as he 
reached the head of her valley and his cock head was 
forced to climb out of her warm moist body it clashed 
with her clitoris and made her jump slightly each time 
the collision occurred. Clare was trying to be as 
silent as she could possibly be, trying to mask her 
impending climax, I could see her face flushing as her 
breathing, heart beat and pulse rate forced blood into 
all the surface capillaries under her skin, her face 
coloured up, her chest, her breasts and her stomach.

I couldn't see but I knew that her vaginal lips would 
also be turning redder as the blood fed up to the 
skin's surface feeding the nerve endings and increasing 
their ability to detect the sensations going on there 
between her lower lips, creating something of a vicious 
circle, more blood enabling more sensation creating 
more feeling and generating more blood. 

I watched her begin to shudder in her climax, "more" 
she mouthed in my direction; I waited until John was 
pushing his cock on a forward stroke and I pushed up 
harder directing the head of his cock into his 
daughters waiting love tunnel, John gasped a deep 
breath as his cock turned through almost ninety degrees 
into Clare's willing and waiting body. John lowered him 
self slightly to get a more comfortable angle on 
Clare's body, he also threw the duvet onto the floor.

I released my fingers from John's manhood and raised my 
self onto an elbow so that I could watch as John fucked 
up into Clare's little body. Clare rolled slightly over 
on to her stomach; I slid out from under her and 
watched as she was now completely on her face and John 
had followed her so that he was now covering her 
completely. I watched as Clare reached several chained 
climaxes, then John raised his body and pulled Clare 
upwards so that they stayed connected in their lust, 
they were now in the traditional 'doggy' position. John 
was using far more force now, and Clare was buckling 
slightly under his onslaught.

I finally heard the tell-tail grunting from John and 
knew that he was now reaching the end of his orgasmic 
climb, his thrusts got more erratic which signalled 
that he was actually filling Clare's body with his 
seed. John pulled himself off of Clare's back but he 
told her to stay in her current position, all Clare 
really wanted to do was fall on her face and relax out 
of her climactic tensions. John kissed me as he slid 
past me.

He pulled his suitcase out once more, I saw him 
retrieve the same blue tube that he had used on me the 
day before, I watched as he pressed it against Clare's 
bottom and squeezed the tube, the neck of the tube was 
actually inside Clare's anal opening and the content of 
the tube was being forced deep into her bowels. As John 
began working a finger gently into Clare's bottom he 
asked me to see if I could look in his case and find 
another butt-plug, he had brought two down from 
Nottingham with him, one was medium sized and the other 
large.

I searched in his bag and found the second plug, it 
looked exactly the same as the one I still had in my 
bottom but a little larger, John told me to turn for 
him and reached under my bottom, he took my plug out 
and as I made to move away from him he pulled me back 
and squirted a little of the lubricant from the tube 
into my bottom, then he took the larger butt-plug and 
forced it up into my anus. 

John passed me the medium sized plug and asked me if I 
would wash it off for him, I was gone only a few 
seconds, I washed and dried the black, rubber sex toy 
and returned to the bedroom, John was turning his 
finger in a circular motion, just as I had felt him 
doing to me the previous day. I watched as his finger 
distended Clare's tight anal muscle slightly; when he 
thought he had massaged enough of the lubricant into 
Clare's bottom he pressed the tip of the plug against 
her and I watched in deep fascination as the rubber tip 
forced her muscle open, then as she winced in pain John 
forced the rubber all the way inside her in one fluid 
movement, rotating his hand as the shaft of the plug 
passed along her anal sheath, as the base reached her 
muscle and allowed it to close slightly I saw Clare's 
face relax. 

Clare and I dressed and prepared John a meal together, 
Clare couldn't stop cuddling me and kissing me as we 
cooked, John had packed his suitcase ready for his week 
of work in Nottingham and he gave me the tube of 
lubricant before sitting down to eat, he told me that 
it would be better if I didn't have to use the 
lubricant every time I replaced the plug as it would 
make my body more use to being fucked there if I could 
insert the plug without lubricant every time. 

"You want me to keep the plug in even while you are in 
Nottingham?" I asked.

"Yes, of course!" John replied. 

Clare and I were sitting alone; John had driven back to 
Nottingham, Clare asked me what her father and I had 
done the previous night to make us so tired today, I 
told her about the club and what her father and I had 
done, her face lit up, she asked if she could go with 
her father before we finally moved to Nottingham, she 
said as an after thought that she would want me there 
too, I couldn't help smiling at that thought. 

The phone rang, it was a male voice asking for Clare, 
she stood by my side, this was unusual, even if she was 
talking to one of her girl friends about school stuff 
she would usually move out of earshot of me. "No sorry 
I can't come to a party tonight, I have school 
tomorrow!" 

I could hear the voice on the other end of the phone in 
her earpiece but not make out what the man was saying 
to Clare. "Perhaps mum will let you come here for a 
little while to visit me?" Clare was talking to the man 
but I knew the question was directed at me rather than 
him. 

I nodded, it was only eight-thirty, Clare would usually 
go to bed around ten or ten-thirty on a school night so 
I thought that so long as her friend left by ten-thirty 
and Clare went straight to bed as soon as he left then 
there was no harm in his visit. 

Clare had been in her room since her boyfriend called, 
I recognised the sound of his car from earlier when he 
dropped her off, the car was a 'boy racer' type, the 
exhaust system had been modified to produce a very 
loud, throaty growl even when it was just ticking over. 
I was waiting by the front door as he ran up the path; 
it had taken him almost thirty minutes to get to our 
house, I opened the door before he had a chance to 
knock.

I led him into the front room, he was only around five 
years younger than me, he asked if I had gone to school 
in Streatham, to the secondary modern school on 
Northborough Road, I nodded, he said, "I'm Tony King, I 
was at the primary school next door, I moved up the 
year after you left, I remember seeing you through the 
fence when you did sports, I loved seeing you in your 
gym knickers and T-shirt, you really stuck in my mind 
back then!" 

I had a little chuckle to myself. Clare made a grand 
entrance, her hair combed and pulled back off of her 
face, she had the merest hint of makeup and looked 
absolutely stunning, she was wearing a very short 
summer dress, I could see that she had no bra on, but 
that wasn't unusual, she did a spin on the spot that 
made the hem of her dress fly up slightly and from my 
seated position I could see that she had no panties on. 
A thought ran through my mind that it wouldn't take her 
long to be ready to 'entertain' Terry dressed as she 
was.

Clare asked me if it was OK to give Tony a drink, I 
nodded and said, "Of course it is" Clare poured three 
drinks, two very large whiskeys with dry ginger and one 
much smaller that she made up into a half pint with 
lemonade. The stronger drinks were passed to Tony and 
I.

Clare took a large swallow from her whiskey shandy and 
Tony followed suit, I sipped gently at my drink. Clare 
made a musical selection from her father's collection 
of CD's and put it on the Hi-fi in the living room, I 
had expected Clare to want to retire to her room as 
soon as possible, she played music in there at a level 
that made pilots, flying over head at fifty thousand 
feet, complain to the police about the noise. Clare had 
set the volume at a low level and sat on Tony's knee 
with her arms around his neck kissing him passionately. 

Tony had finished his drink in quick fashion, as did 
Clare, she made them both another drink each and topped 
my glass up with neat whiskey. Before she sat back on 
Tony's knee Clare lit two scented candles and placed 
them on the coffee table in the centre of the room and 
then turned out the lights. Clare started a discussion 
going between Tony and I about our memories of school 
and how different it was today for her. 

I could see that Clare had pulled Tony's hand onto her 
thigh and as we all talked she slowly moved his hand 
under the hem of her dress. I watched as Tony massaged 
between Clare's legs, I was transfixed; eventually 
Clare took her dress off altogether, I watched as Tony 
played with her young body saying nothing, at ten 
thirty Clare stood up, took Tony by the hand and led 
him to her bedroom. I stood at the bottom of the stares 
listening to them fucking for about fifteen minutes and 
then they both went to sleep. 

Clare was ready for school early, she had cooked both 
Tony and I breakfast, Tony took her to school in his 
flash car and I settled down to my usual humdrum life 
of the midweek, abandoned wife. I did the shopping for 
the week; I wasn't buying bulk things, as we would only 
end up moving everything up to Nottingham in the next 
week or so and I returned home looking forward to 
washing a weeks worth of John's clothes and almost a 
weeks worth of Clare's clothes too. 

There was a message on the answer-phone when I arrived 
home, "This is George Macky from the Hole in the Wall, 
Soho. Your Video is ready for collection, you can call 
in anytime and collect it, the video number is GR19B." 
A light suddenly went on in my mind, I hadn't known the 
name of the club that John had taken me to, just an 
address in Soho, I decided that the excitement of the 
weekly wash could wait and that I would pop down to 
Soho and pick up the video. 

I took a taxi to Soho; the driver had never heard of 
the club so I had to direct him from my rather sketchy 
memory of the previous journey, I missed the club by 
one street, I walked the last few hundred yards to the 
front door of the club, or what I could remember of the 
front door. I recognised the doorman, it was Leroy from 
Saturday night, he didn't even ask to see my membership 
card, which was a good thing as I didn't have one, as 
John was the member not me. 

I remembered the main room from my visit on Saturday 
evening, even though it was mid afternoon on Monday the 
room was still as dark, the main illumination being 
provided by the spot light above one table in the 
centre of a large space in the middle of the room by 
the edge of the dance floor. The room was totally 
empty, the bar was open but there was no one there to 
serve the customers that were also absent. I noticed a 
flickering light emanating from a room on the other 
side of the dance floor; I was drawn to the light like 
a moth to a flame. 

I peeked through the open doorway; there were two rows 
of leather sofas with their backs to each other forming 
a passageway between. The sofas were each facing a 
video screen with a £1 coin slot and a keypad to select 
a video to watch. There were five men sitting on 
individual sofas watching different videos playing on 
their 'pay to display' screens. There were short, side 
screens; so that the occupants on each sofa could only 
see their own screen but the length of the screens 
meant that everyone could see all who were watching the 
films. I noticed the barman was standing behind a man 
at the far end of the room, both were watching the 
movie intently. 

I moved into the room, far enough to see the first 
screen that was showing a film, the man watching was 
mid forties, slightly balding but other than that well 
presented and reasonably slim. He noticed my approach 
and altered his position so that he was half watching 
me, and half watching the film. The subject of the film 
was a young woman, laying with her back on the seat of 
a sofa, with her feet on the floor and her legs and 
bottom hanging out into free space. 

She was totally nude and the lower half of her body was 
projecting off of the sofa and toward the viewer, I 
watched for a few moments as she masturbated herself, 
then a large German shepherd dog appeared as if from 
the person watching the film. The girl pulled her 
fingers out of her vagina and she offered the dog her 
fingers to sniff, which it did gladly. The dog then 
licked the girl's fingers and she drew the dog toward 
her vagina by moving her hand back between her legs. 

I watched as the dog licked deeply between the young 
woman's legs, the camera was repositioned to show that 
the dog's long tongue was penetrating deeply into the 
woman's pussy. I didn't mind watching the dog licking 
the woman in that way, it is my belief that it is 
natural for a dog to lick any part of another animal's 
exposed skin, totally in the dog's natural behavioural 
makeup and so equally natural to see. 

The scene played out for several minutes, the young 
woman playacting her orgasmic pleasure for the camera 
and the watching audience, during those few minutes my 
eyes flicked around the rest of the men sitting 
watching their screens intently, apart from the man I 
stood nearest to, he was clearly dividing his time 
between watching his screen and watching me. The woman 
then reached both hands to the dog's neck, took two 
hands-full of the dog's scruff and began to pull the 
dog up her body. 

The camera angle changed position once more, to show 
that the dog had an erection and also that it was now 
resting at the woman's vaginal opening. I lost interest 
in the film at that point, if the dog had, through its 
own natural instinct, moved into that same position I 
may have continued to be interested in watching but I 
didn't want to watch the dog doing something that 
wasn't in its own mind to do. I started to step back 
into the main room again, then I heard someone call to 
the barman that there were customers in the bar. 

A man touched my arm and asked if he could buy me a 
drink, I recognised him as the man I had just been 
watching as he watched an animal sex film, but I still 
had to look back at his vacant seat to prove to myself 
that it was actually him. It caused a discord in my 
head, if a man was watching an animal sex film then why 
would he leave just as the film reached its point. 

I was directed to a high stool at the side of the bar, 
the barman caught us up just as we reached the bar and 
he took up his position, "What would you like sir?" 
"Beer for me and whatever the lady wants," the man at 
my side said. I asked for a white wine spritzer, I 
watched as the barman poured wine freehand into a 
highball glass, he poured well over a double measure 
into the tall glass and he topped it off with a small 
amount of soda water. 

"I've not seen you in here before, are you a new 
member?" 

I told my companion that I thought my husband was a 
member of an affiliated club in the midlands and that I 
had visited the club for the first time on the previous 
Saturday evening. "You must be a compliant woman then!" 
The man said, "What's a compliant woman?" I asked, the 
man leaned forward and pressed his lips gently against 
mine, it was a kiss of sorts, he kept his lips against 
mine for about thirty seconds and then brought a hand 
up to the back of my head, he applied gentle pressure 
on the back of my head. 

As my mouth pressed harder against his my mouth opened 
slightly as an involuntary reaction, he responded by 
firing his tongue into my mouth. He repositioned his 
hand just under the back of my head at the top of my 
neck; the gentle pressure was now upward. I stood in 
much the same way as my mouth opened, as an involuntary 
reaction, our lips still together, mouths still 
maintaining the slightly increased pressure, his tongue 
still working inside of my mouth. 

He slid his hand down to the small of my back and then 
a little lower and on to my bottom, the same slight 
pressure now brought my body into contact with his, 
once again as an involuntary reaction to the slightest 
of pressure I opened my legs so that he could slip one 
thigh between them. "A non-compliant woman would have 
slapped my face, a woman would still be sitting, you 
are a very compliant woman" he said. I stood there, his 
thigh pressing against my mound, he had released the 
pressure from my bottom, his hand merely resting there 
now but I didn't pull away from him, I had expected to, 
I was sure that six months before I would have been one 
of those women who would have slapped his face the 
instant his lips touched mine. 

I stood there in that close intimate stance with a 
complete stranger trying to work out exactly when I 
became so compliant. It slowly dawned on me that the 
weekends with John over the last six months or so must 
have been leading to the point where he felt safe to 
take me to the Hole in the Wall club. John must have 
been using absence followed by extreme sexual activity, 
the introduction of different and ever more exciting 
sexual acts and his new erotic vocabulary to 
desensitise me to this new more unusual thinking about 
sexual situations. "I'm sorry if my video disgusted 
you!" 

I was suddenly brought back into the room by the sound 
of the man's voice. "I wasn't disgusted, it just didn't 
seem natural for the dog to do what the woman was 
trying to make it do!" I replied. 

"That must have been a very inexperienced dog the man 
said, believe me they usually delight in covering a 
woman just as much as they relish a bitch." 

I blushed slightly at his comments, "I could show you 
one in real life if you would like to come with me to 
my house for a while," he went on. 

"I'm sorry but I don't know you, I couldn't possibly go 
anywhere with you," I said. 

"I'm George Macky the manager here!" He informed me, 
"And you are Anna from Tufnell Park who has come to 
collect her husband's copy of the video we made here on 
Saturday night. I think you would like to come with me 
really, you just need me to prove to you that you will 
be safe if you come!" 

I was blushing very deeply now, this man had obviously 
seen the video of me and all those men making love in 
the club two days earlier, he even knew exactly where I 
lived, and he was right, the only thing that stopped me 
saying yes was the fact that my husband wasn't there to 
keep me safe. 

John must have been doing a great job over the past few 
months at brainwashing me, there was a constant message 
running through my mind over and over again, "You are 
perfectly safe with me. It is perfectly safe to have 
fun with other men if I am here with you, it is 
perfectly safe if you are at home, just let yourself be 
free," the voice in my head was definitely that of my 
husband. 

And now that I was consciously analysing things, I had 
been playing that message over and over in my head 
almost every waking moment for as long as I could 
remember. It was almost as if those words were 
permanently etched on my brain. George whispered "You 
are perfectly safe with me" gently into my ear, I 
relaxed almost instantly, it was almost like a 
hypnotists control phrase, "would you like to take a 
walk with me?" he asked, I nodded my head and he told 
me to drink my drink while he fetched his coat and 
arranged for someone to cover for him for an hour. 

We walked a short distance toward Marylebone, George 
led me to a small muse cottage just off of Wigmore 
Street, it was very small but looked very expensive 
too. George opened the door using a key, it was the 
only key on a leather fob with the word 'Master' 
embossed in Gold. We walked directly from the muse into 
the sitting room, a woman came running in from the 
kitchen, wiping her wet hands on a towel, she stopped 
dead in her tracks when se saw us standing there. 

"Susan, this is Anna, Anna, Susan," George made the 
introductions, Susan looked like a scalded cat, she was 
on edge, very jumpy, her eyes were quite wide and 
staring, my daughter would have described her as 
'totally wired'. George walked to her side and 
whispered gently into her ear, "It is perfectly safe if 
you are at home, just let yourself be free."

I watched as she visibly and instantly relaxed. "Susan, 
Anna would like to see how well you get on with your 
Dalmatian, would you like to show her how wonderful he 
is?" George's voice was very calm and soothing, he was 
speaking in a voice that was just above a whisper, 
quite close to her ear. Susan smiled at me and opened 
the door into the kitchen and then the door into the 
back garden, she called out "Here magnum" a large 
Dalmatian came bounding over to her, Magnum followed 
Susan back into the house. 

Susan reached under her skirt and pulled her knickers 
down and she lay on the sofa in the same position that 
I had seen the young woman take up earlier in the film 
in the club. 

"I'm sure Anna would love to see you naked with Magnum 
Susan," George said in his smooth low voice. Susan 
smiled once again and undressed herself, she had a 
little difficulty with undressing completely because 
she was doing it while still lying on her back but she 
managed it in the end. She was nothing special to look 
at, small breasts, bony hips, all of her ribs showing 
down her sides. 

"You look beautiful Susan," George said, keeping the 
tone of his voice as if it were syrup. Susan smiled 
broadly and she relaxed back into the seat cushion of 
the sofa, Magnum was between her legs with out a single 
word or movement from anyone, the dog licked her vagina 
powerfully, George told me to sit on the sofa by 
Susan's side, I did as I was told. 

"Anna I'm sure that you are making Susan feel 
uncomfortable, she has taken all of her clothes off for 
you and you are still fully dressed!" I blushed a deep 
red, I started to feel uncomfortable and then George 
said, "Anna. You are perfectly safe with me!" 

I once again felt myself relax totally, I started, 
almost casually, to undress, it took only a few minutes 
to undress fully as it was quite warm and I had worn 
few clothes that day. George took a small digital 
camera from his jacket pocket, he took a few snaps of 
my naked body, then stood a little further away, 
capturing the three of us together in one picture as 
Magnum licked deeply into his mistress's vagina.

Then he moved back in close but this time focusing on 
the space between Susan's legs, Magnum suddenly jumped 
forward, there had been no communication between Susan 
and the dog, it had just decided that this was the 
right time to mount his human 'bitch'. It was fantastic 
to see the animal mount Susan; his cock was easily 
longer than any man I had ever seen in my life. At its 
base Magnum's cock seemed to have its testicles 
attached to his cock-shaft. At that point it's cock 
looked as big as a man's clenched fist. 

I watched Magnum slide inside of Susan's body easily, 
the base hit her labia and Magnum seemed content to 
fuck Susan at the speed of the main piston on the 
flying Scott running at full speed. I was amazed at the 
speed, power and apparent passion that Magnum put into 
his fucking. Then suddenly Magnum slowed his pace, I 
looked between the dog and his bitch, the base of his 
cock was now fully inserted into her body, I could see 
that her labia were stretched very wide, Magnum's 
fucking action was now quite pedestrian by comparison 
to earlier. 

Susan was screaming out in her climax, she was having 
great difficulty in catching her breath, and the sweat 
was running off of her body. I could see that with each 
forward push Magnum was driving his cock a little 
deeper into Susan's body, eventually her labia were 
closed over the short length of Magnum's shaft below 
his huge lump. As her labia were now relaxed slightly I 
noticed that Magnum's sperm was squirting from Susan's 
body under great pressure. "Susan will be tied with 
Magnum for quite a while now Anna, would you like to 
make us all a cup of tea while Magnum calms down?" 
George said. I walked, still naked, into the kitchen; I 
searched the cupboards for cups, saucers, teapot and 
the makings for the tea. 

George was looking at me through the door as I bent 
down to look in the lower cupboards, I knew I should 
bend at the knee when I bent down but always stood 
straight legged. George came in behind me and placed a 
hand on my back, holding me in the bent over position. 
George reached behind me and used his thumbs to open my 
bottom cheeks; "You have your training plug in still?" 
George said. 

I nodded my head in affirmation, George grasped the 
wide flange that was all that was protruding from my 
anus and tried to turn it round, it was too tight to 
turn easily, "This is too big for you!" He told me, "We 
need to change it for a smaller one as soon as 
possible." George told me he liked milk and sugar in 
his tea and he walked back into the sitting room, I 
found everything I needed to make the tea, I carried a 
tray into the sitting room and placed it on the coffee 
table in the centre of the room. 

I watched as George pulled Magnum slightly to one side, 
"It will take a while longer!" George said. George 
passed me the towel that Susan had wiped her hands on 
as we walked in to the house and asked me to make Susan 
a little more comfortable, I dabbed the towel all over 
her body to soak up as much as I could of the sweat 
covering her body. 

George and I drank our tea and George kept pulling 
Magnum to one side and looking at his cock still stuck 
in Susan's pussy. Eventually he threw the towel onto 
the floor beneath Susan's bottom, he told me to put my 
hand under her and as soon as I did so he grasped 
Magnum firmly about his hindquarter and gave the dog a 
sharp tug. Magnum whelped a little as his cock jerked 
free of Susan's body. "Will you be ok if we leave you 
now Susan?" George said in a syrupy voice.

She nodded; George bent and kissed her tenderly on the 
lips. I had a hand full of Magnum's sperm, he had 
produced copious amounts of the stuff, it was much 
clearer looking than a man's sperm, thinner too and 
less viscous, I dipped my thumb and forefinger into the 
liquid and tried to make it string out, it was too thin 
to do it properly. 

George took hold of my hand and pressed my sperm 
covered finger to my lips, he didn't have to say 
anything, I knew I was expected to lick my fingers 
clean. I was surprised at how different Magnum's sperm 
tasted compared to a man's sperm, it was much less 
salty and bitter than most men, almost a pleasure to 
the taste. 

George closed the door as we stepped back out into the 
muse and then into Wigmore Street, "Does your wife have 
sex with Magnum often?" I asked. "Susan isn't my wife!" 
George replied, "She is the wife of one of our 
members." My mind processed that snippet of information 
at the speed of light, I had thought that the key, with 
the word 'Master' in gold on its fob, referred to 
George's feeling of self importance, "Does that key fit 
my front door too?" I asked looking side ways at 
George. 

"Did your husband change the locks at home in the last 
six months?" 

"Yes!" 

"Well then it probably does fit your door too!" 

The feeling of apprehension built up inside me once 
more as I remembered John changing the locks on both 
the front and back doors, as he handed me the new keys 
he had said, "It should always be perfectly safe if you 
are at home, you should be able to be free of fear 
here." Those words were suddenly echoed now in strange 
counter point, "It is perfectly safe if you are at 
home, just let yourself be free," George whispered as 
close to my ear as he could get, so as to break through 
the sound of the cars driving past without having to 
raising his voice above that smooth and sickly tone he 
liked to use, the apprehension evaporated faster than 
it had arrived. 

It was late afternoon when we arrived back at the club, 
the main room was still totally empty, George pointed 
to the table under the spotlights, "You sit there and 
I'll get you another drink," I followed Georges 
direction and sat at the table that my husband and I 
had shared just two days previously. I watched George 
at the bar, he was laughing with the barman, sharing a 
joke with him, he passed his digital camera over the 
bar and I watched the barman's eyes widen as he looked 
at the little screen on its back. 

I also noted that instead of a white wine spritzer the 
barman was mostly filling the highball glass with Vodka 
with a small top-up of concentrated Orange juice. I 
noted the drink was going to be far stronger than I was 
use to but I didn't feel apprehensive at all, I just 
kept saying the same mantra to myself over and over 
again, "Anna. You are perfectly safe with me!" 

I sat at that table drinking my screwdriver that had 
been made heavy on the screw and light on the driver, I 
was mostly alone but occasionally the manager would sit 
for a few minutes and chat to me and occasionally the 
barman would do the same.

At six pm my mobile phone rang, it was Clare; she had 
arrived home at five and after an hour she was worried 
that something had happened to me. I told her that I 
was just having a drink and that I'd be home later, 
"Can I invite Tony over if you are going to be late?" I 
thought for a moment and then a different recording 
played inside my head "It should always be perfectly 
safe if you are at home, you should be able to be free 
of fear here." I told Clare it would be ok so long as 
she was in bed by ten thirty. 

At seven pm a man walked into the bar, he came very 
close to me and had a good look, he checked my face, 
stared at my chest, I could see in his mind he was 
saying 36'c' or 36'd', then he looked at my legs, the 
skirt I had on was quite short, a tartan wrap-around 
skirt held closed close to the hem with a huge safety 
pin. I watched as he ordered a pint at the bar, the 
barman chatted to the man for a few seconds and they 
both looked in my direction several times, then the 
barman showed the man the digital camera that George 
had used in Susan's house earlier. 

There was a great deal of laughter and the man took the 
camera through into a back room, a few minutes later 
the man was back, minus the camera, he stood by the bar 
and took a swallow from his pint, he and the barman 
were looking over toward a blank white wall to one side 
of the dance floor, a few seconds earlier it was a wall 
of moving colours from an overhead projection unit, 
just like the old oil lamps that were popular in 
disco's when I was a child. 

The plane white wall began to dissolve once again into 
colours, this time it wasn't just random swirls of 
solid colour it was a blurred image that slowly came 
into focus, it was a giant picture of me sitting on a 
sofa in the nude. I sat thinking that's a nice picture, 
I look good, then there was the shot of me, Susan and 
Magnum, sitting by Susan's side I looked even better, I 
looked like a model, "Hi, I'm Martin, would you like a 
dance?" 

I held out my hand to Martin, he took it and pulled me 
to my feet, I was decidedly shaky on my feet, I had 
drank more in two hours that I would drink in a week 
normally. By the time we reached the middle of the 
dance floor I had begun to work out the whole walking 
thing, when we reached the exact centre of the dance 
floor Martin turned to me and said, "You are perfectly 
safe with me!" but as he spoke his voice croaked up a 
level and his words jarred against my woozy brain. 
"What did you say?" 

I Snapped back at him, he cleared his throat and 
repeated, "You are perfectly safe with me!" His voice 
low, sweet and steady once more, and my defences 
dropped once again and I felt warm and safe again. 
"Would you like to undress for me?" Martin said, he 
hadn't even begun to dance with me; apart from guiding 
me by the hand to the dance floor he hadn't even 
touched me. 

I was dancing in the old disco style, the kind of dance 
that saw lovers standing eight feet apart and leaping 
about like a mad man on speed, I was not dancing around 
my handbag though as I did in those faraway years when 
I was young and first in love with John, no not my 
handbag on the floor in front of my feet but my skirt 
and top, laying in a crumpled heap on the floor. Martin 
was simply standing watching my cavorting a few feet in 
front of him. 

While I had been dancing a few more men had arrived, 
one had a woman with him, he stood behind the seat I 
had been sitting in before I started to dance, the 
barman moved all of my stuff over to a table in the 
darker corner of the room. The couple sat for a little 
while, the woman was watching me dance for Martin, I 
noticed that every time I turned to face her she was 
staring at me. There were now five men in the room, one 
was approaching the woman, he held out his hand for the 
woman to take but she refused him, I watched her 
escorts mouth closely and I saw him form the words that 
were now so familiar to me, "You are perfectly safe 
with me!" 

She reached out her hand to the man and he pulled her 
to her feet. They walked past me on the dance floor and 
I thought nothing of it when I heard the man saying 
over and over again "You are perfectly safe with me!" 
As I turned to face the woman I noticed that she was 
wearing a new looking sheath dress, it was extremely 
tight on her, so tight that I could see that she was 
not wearing a bra and that from the indentations around 
her waste she was wearing very lacy 'G' string panties 
and nothing else. 

Martin came close behind me, he was fondling my breasts 
from behind, watching the couple dancing over my 
shoulder, during that first dance I watched as the man 
escorting the woman exposed her breasts and panties, 
all the time he was whispering almost silently "You are 
perfectly safe with me!" Martin reached down over my 
stomach and placed his hand between my legs, he was 
quite rough as he forced my legs apart. The music ended 
and I watched a second man move in and take the young 
woman's hand from the first man and they went off again 
dancing a smooch style dance. 

I was beginning to climb a long pathway to a climax, 
Martin wasn't very experienced and wasn't interested in 
my pleasure, he was more into himself but he was still 
able to get me started on that beautiful road to 
climactic heaven. I watched as the lacy 'G' string was 
torn apart and fell to the floor, the Lycra dress was 
now rolled into a ring around the woman's waste, she 
looked lovely and fresh, her breasts were extremely 
firm, her nipples were sticking out proudly in front of 
her, her stomach was totally flat, she looked like she 
was barely seventeen years old, I looked toward her 
partner, he looked about forty years old, there was a 
strong similarity in their features and I thought that 
he could have been her father. 

Martin was guiding me toward a bench at the side of the 
dance floor, he was trying to move me into position so 
that he could fuck me, I was trying to watch the woman 
and what the men standing all around her were up to. I 
began to fight Martin off, I knew that I didn't want to 
fuck with him right then, he raised his hand but before 
he could strike my face, which was his intended target 
Leroy had a hold of his arm and was escorting him from 
the room. George arrived at my side in quick order, I 
was picking up my top and skirt from the dance floor, 
George was quick to say, 

"You are perfectly safe with me!" a few times in his 
best, smoothest, voice. I allowed George to take my 
clothes from my hands and he led me over to the group 
of men standing around the woman, who was laying on the 
top of the table, under the full glare of the overhead 
spot lights. "Anna, this is Gemma, she loved watching 
you dance earlier just for her," George was talking in 
his smooth voice; his lips were touching my ear as he 
spoke. "Gemma would love for you to touch her Anna, she 
would love you to kiss her!" 

I moved around the table and bent over Grmma's face, I 
kissed her on the mouth, the first time I had ever 
kissed woman that I wasn't related to on the mouth. 
Gemma opened her mouth for me, I gently explored her 
mouth and she explored min with our tongues, George 
took my hand and guided it to Gemma's breast, I was so, 
so gentle as I massaged first one breast and then the 
other, I pinched Gemma's nipples hard as I passed over 
them but I was generally gentle while playing with her 
breasts. 

Eventually George pulled my hand further down Gemma's 
body, I felt her pussy mound, she was breathing heavily 
into my mouth, raising her buttocks off of the table 
pushing her pussy mound up against my hand. I found her 
inner moistness, her clitoris was like a tiny hard cock 
under my index finger, each time I rubbed over it Gemma 
almost leapt off of the table, she was experiencing a 
violent orgasm, her breathing was now so hard that she 
was filling my mouth with her spittle, she was totally 
uncontrollable.

I felt my hand get suddenly wet as Gemma lost control 
of her water and pissed a great stream over a man 
standing too close while watching my fingers working 
their magic between the younger woman's legs. George 
touched my face, only very light pressure but I allowed 
him to move not just my head but my whole body 
downwards, he positioned my head between Gemma's legs, 
I just nose-dived into her delicious pussy. 

I lapped greedily at her labia, forcing the tip of my 
tongue deep inside of her body; she was making a lot of 
noise, thrashing about so hard that it was difficult to 
keep mouth contact with her pussy. I looked up without 
taking my mouth from her mound, she was being held up 
from behind so that she could watch what I was doing to 
her as well as feel it. I had been crouching down but 
now someone was lifting my body so that I was bent at 
the waste with my legs straight. 

I didn't miss a single lap at Gemma's pussy as I was 
moved into my new position. I felt something pressing 
against my own pussy, it took a lot of pressure to 
force the object inside of me, it was huge, red hot and 
extremely long, it entered my body and seemed to run 
into my vaginal sheath for about ten inches. I gasped 
"Yesssssssss" into Gemma's pussy. The cock in my body 
was now moving rapidly back and forth inside of me, I 
looked back quickly and saw that it was Leroy fucking 
me. 

I attacked Gemma's fanny with renewed gusto, Gemma 
rewarded my mouth by reaching a climax that was even 
greater than the one that had seen a stream of her piss 
hit a guy standing two feet away. I just raised my 
mouth off of her pussy as she lost control once more, 
her piss covered my chin, chest, breasts and stomach, I 
had received a golden shower but I should say a golden 
bidet as it came upwards and not down. 

Leroy filled my pussy in quick time and as he pulled 
out of me I was picked up bodily and turned so that my 
vagina was over Gemma's face, my bottom was pressed 
down and Gemma ate Leroy's baby juice from out of my 
pussy, I dropped my face between Gemma's legs and we 
performed a long, long sixty-nine on each other. Gemma 
brought me to at least ten orgasms in that sixty-nine 
position and eventually neither of us could reach 
another climax and so we slid apart. Leroy told me that 
it was ten o'clock and he had called a taxi for me. I 
dressed quickly and as I walked passed Gemma I heard 
her say thank you for bringing me tonight dad, I love 
you. 


Part 2 running up to the move 

The taxi that Leroy, the doorman from the Hole in the 
Wall club, had ordered for me was a 'gypsy cab' and so 
there was no meter for me to watch on the drive home so 
I was forced to ask the driver how much he wanted as he 
pulled up outside my house, I was surprised to find out 
that the club had paid for my taxi ride home. I noticed 
that the living room light was on as I walked from the 
cab to the front door, I checked my watch, ten-twenty-
five, Clare would probably still be up.

I had after all given her permission to invite her 
boyfriend over to see her. Once through the front door 
I leaned my back against it, the loud clunk as the 
latch fired into the keep sounded safe and reassuring, 
the new lock was more than twice the size of the old 
Yale lock, there was a key hole on the inside so that 
the door could be double locked when the house was 
empty or overnight. 

I felt so safe with that new lock that I didn't mind at 
all when John removed the top and bottom bolts that I 
had used for added safety every night since I could 
remember. We had the same high quality, large, lock on 
the back door too, and so long as I remembered to 
remove the key from the inside key hole then no one 
could get through the doors uninvited. 

I opened the living room door, I should have been 
shocked but I was hardly even surprised by what I saw, 
so much had happened in the last few days that I think 
the only thing that would have registered as odd even 
would be a Formula One racing car and pit crew in the 
room. 

What should have shocked me was Clare and Tony, both 
fully nude in the living room, Clare on her knees, on 
the floor, face and chest down into the sofa seat 
cushion with Tony crouching behind her making love to 
her. I noticed that Clare's training plug was standing 
on its wide flange on the coffee table in the middle of 
the room. It looked strangely odd in its own right, a 
coffee table with an erection; especially such a 
strange shaped one. Tony and Clare had obviously not 
heard me come in.

Tony almost jumped when I walked past them, I could 
hear from their joint breathing that hey were both on 
the edge of their climax, I did a double take when I 
saw the plug on the coffee table and sure enough Tony 
was making use of Clare's anal passageway for sex, I 
also noticed that Clare was masturbating herself as 
Tony was fucking her ass. "God, sorry, do you want us 
to go upstairs?" Tony sputtered out as he saw me 
staring at them, "No, it's OK, I'm just going into the 
kitchen fore something to eat," I replied. 

I put the kettle on for coffee and Clare called out, 
"Mum are you making a hot drink?" 

"Coffee!" I shouted back, "Can you make Tony one with 
one sugar and could you make me a cocoa please?" 

I took the three drinks and a sandwich for me through 
to the living room, I was going to drop off their 
drinks and then take my drink and food up to my bedroom 
so that I could watch a little TV before I went to 
sleep. Clare stopped me as I was about to go through 
the door to the stairs, "Mum why don't you come and sit 
here with us?" She said. I went to sit on the chair 
opposite the sofa but Clare said, "no, over here!" 

So I moved to the sofa, Tony was just moving his penis 
slowly in and out of Clare's bottom now, I had heard 
him climax while I was making his coffee. I really had 
expected them to have finished after I heard Tony's 
orgasm but no, he was just moving very slowly in and 
back out, trying to keep his cock in contact with Clare 
while he regained his full erection once again. I sat 
at the side of Clare; she picked op my closest leg and 
pulled it under her chest, forcing me to move slightly 
over towards her. 

I was now sitting on the Sofa with one leg either side 
of Clare; she undid the large safety pin holding the 
bottom of my wrap around skirt closed. Her face lit up 
when she saw that I had no panties on. She lifted each 
of my feet on to the edge of the sofa cushion causing 
my knees to rise up higher than my head and tilting my 
vagina forward so that it was well clear of the seat 
cushion. Clare was looking up into my eyes as she 
lowered her head to my vagina, she put out her tongue 
and licked deeply between my pussy lips, "Mmmm, she 
mewed, who has left his 'calling card' in here then?" 

Before I could say anything Clare was greedily making a 
withdrawal from Leroy's deposit account in my own 
personal sperm bank. Tony began increasing his tempo 
once again; he pushed Clare hard against my pussy with 
each forward thrust. I blew into an earth-shattering 
climax within seconds; I seemed to climax easier and 
easier these days. 

Clare reached her climax shortly after me as I was 
making my way up to a second climax. After bringing me 
to my second orgasm Clare put her hand behind her to 
stop Tony's thrusting, "Do you mind if we stop now 
darling?" Clare said to Tony, "I'm starting to get a 
little sore now and it's time I went to bed anyway!" 

Clare went up to bed alone, taking her cocoa with her, 
Tony said, "I hope you don't mind, Clare took a while 
to get to sleep last night because she isn't use to 
sharing with anyone, so she asked me to give her an 
hour so that she could get properly to sleep before I 
go up." His face had a sycophantic smile on it as he 
spoke; he was still in the nude, sitting wiping his 
cock clean of the mixture of lubricant, sperm and my 
daughter's faecal matter, with a tissue. We sat 
drinking our coffee and chatting about things in 
general.

Tony's cock had fallen flaccid for a while and it 
seemed totally normal for us to be sitting like this, 
he totally nude and I wearing just a wrap skirt, that 
kept falling open when ever I moved and a thin top. I 
had to pay a visit to the toilet around eleven thirty 
and decided to change into my nighty ready for bed, I 
returned to the sitting room intending to see if Tony 
needed anything before I went to bed. 

When I returned to the sitting room Tony was sitting 
watching a film on the TV, it was a mild blue film from 
a satellite channel. Tony was sitting slowly rubbing 
his cock, it was about half erect at that point but as 
soon as he saw me in my nighty it jumped to fully 
erect. I knew I was asking for trouble but I still 
asked Tony if I could do anything for him before I went 
to bed, his face split by a 'Cheshire cat' grin as he 
said, "Well there is one thing you could help me with" 
as he looked down towards his lap. 

Tony stood and walked towards me, his cock was hard and 
proceeded him like a lance, it was around seven inches 
long and thinner than most men I have seen of his age, 
he pulled my nighty up over my head with little 
ceremony, we were both now completely naked, standing 
facing each other it the middle of the living room. 
Tony stepped back slightly, he looked down at my hairy 
pussy and took a hand full of my pubic hair, he pulled 
it from side to side, quite roughly. "I prefer these to 
be hairless or at least only sparsely covered like your 
Clare's," he said. 

He placed a hand on each of my shoulders and pressed 
downward, I complied and went down onto my knees. Tony 
pressed his cock against my lips, I really didn't want 
to take him in my mouth like that, the vision of him 
fucking Clare's tight bottom earlier and the fact that 
he had only wiped himself rather than washing his cock 
after that act really did put me off a lot. Tony took a 
hand full of my hair and used it to pull my face hard 
into his groin. I eventually gave in and allowed his 
cock to enter my mouth. 

I had seen Tony being very gentle and caring while he 
was making love to Clare but he was showing a very 
different side of his character to me now. His 
thrusting cock invaded my mouth; he pulled me hard by 
my hair so that I would allow his cock to force its way 
past my esophagus and into my throat. Tony used my 
throat to masturbate himself into, he fired off his 
juice directly into my stomach. He produced copious 
amounts of fluid, which churned in my stomach for ages 
after. 

I heard the clock strike midnight just as he finished 
climaxing into my throat; he told me that he would love 
it if I would shave myself while he watched me. I 
allowed him to guide me up to the bathroom and he 
produced a safety razor and foam from his overnight 
bag. He watched every stripe of flesh appear from 
beneath the white mountain of foam covering my mound. 

He was getting very excited as he made me clear every 
last strand of hair, even from around my anus, he 
shaved the hairs from the small of my back as I 
couldn't reach there. "Do you have a full length mirror 
anywhere?" he asked. 

I led him through to my bedroom; I had a full-length 
mirror mounted on the wall at the foot of my bed. Tony 
positioned me, standing facing the mirror with my legs 
wide open, he stood behind me, pulled the plug from out 
of my bottom and replaced it instantly with his cock, 
there was no gentleness, just brute, animal force. Tony 
was looking at the reflection of my body in the mirror, 
he was almost getting more turned on by looking at my 
reflection than he was by actually fucking my anus. 

Tony and I fucked, we didn't make love, just fucked, 
until around one am, it was much later than I would 
normally be going to bed, the latest I ever went to bed 
normally was midnight. Tony left me, to spend what was 
left of the night with Clare, in her single bed and 
left me to sleep alone in my king-sized bed. I had to 
wash my bottom well as I felt very dirty and used in 
that area. 

I slipped between my sheets and suddenly became aware 
of a voice coming from my pillow, I lifted my pillow 
and the voice became louder, I pulled back the bottom 
sheet and then the mattress protector and found a small 
'pillow speaker', the kind people use if they want to 
learn subliminally while they slept, the speaker was 
running through the same mantra over and over again, 
"You are perfectly safe with me. It is perfectly safe 
to have fun with other men if I am here with you, it is 
perfectly safe if you are at home, just let yourself be 
free." 

I had been feeling very paranoid when I heard voices 
coming from my bed but now I felt perfectly safe, I 
remade the bed and fell asleep to my husband's gentle, 
sweet voice, calmly reassuring me that all would be 
well. 

I woke to the radio blaring out hard rock music; the 
radio company should be fined for noise pollution 
putting on Iron Maiden at seven o'clock in the morning. 
I collected the post from the front door; I was walking 
around the house in the nude, as I hadn't bothered 
finding my nighty at one o'clock in the morning, when I 
finally went to bed. 

I used my key to take the double lock feature off of my 
front door, then I walked into the sitting room, my 
nighty was sitting there on the floor mocking me, 
reminding me of how Tony used me the previous night to 
vent his more animalistic side. I first felt my mound, 
totally smooth and hairless, then I felt my bottom, 
empty, I worried slightly if sleeping all night without 
my training plug inside my bottom may have set my 
training back. I started breakfast and called up stairs 
to tell Clare that it was time for her to get up and 
get ready for school. 

Clare called that she was awake and then I heard a slow 
rhythmic squeaking from Clare's single bed, Tony was 
fucking my daughter once again, I stood listening to 
the sounds, there were non of the bestial sounds of 
force that Tony had used on me the previous night, I 
walked up and stood by Clare's bedroom door, it was 
slightly open and I could see Tony and Clare, Tony was 
being totally kind and gentle with Clare and it looked 
so lovely and natural that I could have stood there all 
day watching them instead of watching the breakfast 
cooking. 

I turned to walk back down stairs as quietly as I had 
walked up, there was something out of place, I could 
remember that I was standing in front of the mirror in 
my bedroom when Tony took my training plug out of my 
bottom but here it was on the telephone table on the 
landing, it was standing erect on top of two video 
cassettes. I recognised the title of the top video, it 
was the one that I had travelled all the way to the 
Hole in the Wall club and then left without collecting, 
and there was another one there too. 

I realised that it had been George; he was just showing 
me that he could come and go as he pleased. I gathered 
the pile containing the plug and videos and took them 
into the living room. There was a note placed between 
the two videos. "Hi Anna, Tony is right, you look much 
better when you are shaved like that but you should 
really remember to replace your plug after every 
training session." I was totally shocked now, George 
must have been inside my house while I was 
'entertaining' Tony. 

Clare ate her breakfast and Tony took her to school, I 
popped the video of me into the player and watched it, 
I thought that it would have shown me from the point 
where I was lying on the table with all of those 
wonderful men 'looking after' me but I was wrong, I was 
on screen from the first man that took me onto the 
dance floor, there were long range shots and extreme 
close-ups. 

I rewound to the moment that I was first escorted onto 
the dance floor; there was a close up of Robin's face, 
I could see his lips were moving slightly, right next 
to my ear, it looked as if he was just kissing and 
nibbling my ear but I suddenly worked out that he was 
whispering the same message that I kept hearing from 
everyone I met in the last four days, "You are 
perfectly safe with me." Of those men that danced with 
me and that I managed to see a close-up of their faces 
while dancing, they were all whispering the same thing 
to me over and over again. 

I ejected the tape and started the other one, it was of 
the young girl, the video was almost the same as mine, 
with the exception that I played a part in her video, I 
loved watching Leroy pounding into me, loved even more 
when I was placed over Gemma's face and I watched as 
great globules of Leroy's cum dripped from my pussy and 
was greedily eaten by Gemma. 

It was lunchtime before I finished watching the video 
of Gemma, the camera took over an hour of film after I 
had been taken home by taxi, it was great to see her 
get her sperm shower, because she was so young and her 
breasts were so perfectly formed if a little small 
every man who masturbated onto her tried to hit her 
breasts. 

I realised how late it was, I hadn't done any of my 
housework on the Monday as I had planned and now it 
looked like Tuesday was slipping away from me too. I 
decided to make the beds and tidy up the upstairs, I 
knew that the bathroom was in a mess from my midnight 
shaving session. I went to make Clare's bed first, she 
had entertained her boyfriend two nights so I guessed 
her bed would need to be stripped and remade with fresh 
linen. 

I pulled Clare's duvet back, there was a large brown 
stain right in the centre of the bottom sheet, I pulled 
the sheet off of the bed and noticed that the stain had 
actually made it through to the mattress protector so I 
took that off too. There was a little pillow speaker 
like I had found on my bed at one o'clock in the 
morning, the speaker had gone from my mind totally 
until that point. I followed the thin wire that fed the 
signal to the speaker; it was tucked under the edge of 
the fitted carpet and through a little hole in the wall 
between Clare's bedroom and the airing cupboard. 

I searched the airing cupboard, there was a personal CD 
player, running on permanent repeat, hidden behind the 
hot water tank that was connected to a very complex 
timer amplifier unit, which fed a wire through to 
Clare's room and another off to my bedroom. I checked 
the timer out, it was set for one am to five am Monday 
to Friday and to be off all weekend. I pulled the two 
phono plugs out of the timer and took the player down 
to the living room, fortunately there were good 
batteries in the CD player and it continued to spin as 
I pulled the power supply from it. 

I plugged the phono leads into the Hi-fi in the sitting 
room; before I started the machine playing I altered 
the tone and treble controls and turned the volume up 
slightly, there was total confusion, the words coming 
from each side were different. I had to turn the 
balance control all the way to the left to hear one 
message and to the right to hear the other. 

One message was tailored to me and the other to Clare, 
I would have to be careful to put the phono leads back 
into the right socket when I put the thing back in the 
airing cupboard. The main message was the same in both 
speakers, and it went on for almost the whole CD, but I 
kept hearing an occasional extra message on my side 
like "When you are safe at home you will only see or 
hear those that you know to be in the house." 

I didn't listen to any more, I had to get everything 
back in the airing cupboard and make sure that the 
right message went to the right bed. I tried to get all 
of my housework finished by the time Clare arrived home 
but hadn't finished the upstairs when I heard her let 
herself in. 

The phone rang almost as soon as Clare walked through 
the front door, she sat next to me and started chatting 
to Tony, it wasn't very long before she was on her feet 
and had walked into the kitchen. Clare was soon back by 
my side, face like thunder, "Problems?" I asked. 

"Fuck him!" She said, she told me that because it was 
there last week together, she had agreed to spend 
Saturday night with him at his house if he spent as 
much time as possible with her for the rest of the 
week, she knew that he would have to go to football 
training on Wednesday and Thursday evenings, he always 
did. They had planned to go to a French 'art' film at 
the theatre above the Lion and Unicorn pub in Kentish 
Town, she wanted to see how much of the French language 
she could understand and even though Tony didn't 
understand any French he would have enjoyed the film as 
it was a 'XXX' rated movie. 

"Is he driving from work to collect me to take me to 
Kentish Town now? No! He is on a coach heading to 
Birmingham to watch a football match, just because his 
mate had a spare ticket. They won't be home until 
around midnight and he had the nerve to ask if you 
would leave the front door key under the mat for him." 
"And what did you tell him?" 

"I said that I would ask but that I thought you might 
not like to leave the key like that but I told him to 
come over and try anyway!" I told her that I wasn't 
happy to leave the key and she smiled, "I wasn't going 
to ask you to, fuck him, he just wants to use me when 
he wants and go with his friend when it suits him." 

I realised that even though she was only fourteen she 
was really quite grown up. "What are you doing tonight 
mum?" 

"Packing and getting ready for the move on Saturday." 

"Play hooky with me, I still want to go to that French 
film and I'm sure you will love the film too." 

Clare had turned almost instantly from being really and 
truly 'pissed off', to beaming and happy in just a few 
seconds, how could I say no, I just nodded my 
agreement. Clare bounced out of the room, she ran up 
the stairs and I could hear her going from room to 
room, "Mum where is that new dress that dad brought on 
Saturday?" she called down to me. 

I told her that it had been washed and was hanging in 
the utility room. She came down with her black, 
strapless, Lycra sheath dress and two pairs of Thong 
panties in black silk, "We should go as twins" she 
said, as she walked into the room. We dressed to match, 
both wearing light weight, black bolero jackets and 
black four inch healed shoes, the only thing that 
didn't match was our handbags. 

The taxi dropped us off on the Kentish Town Road, Clare 
wanted a burger before we went into the theatre, the 
pub that housed the theatre was what we call a 'Paddy' 
pub, owned and frequented by the Irish 'ex-Pat' 
community. The theatre pub was about two hundred yards 
from the Kentish Town Road on the corner of Gaisford 
Road, which is a rather grubby side road and Hammond 
Street, which is even grubbier. I paid for two tickets 
in the bar, leaving Clare standing in the doorway 
leading up to the theatre. 

She would pass as eighteen in the darkened entrance to 
the theatre but not under the full glare of the lights 
in the bar. When I returned to Clare she was chatting 
to a man who looked around forty years old, he had a 
fawn coloured, summer mackintosh on over a business 
suit. Clare and I chose to sit around three rows from 
the back of the theatre in the centre of the row, there 
was lots of space as there were only eight or nine 
people in the auditorium, Clare and I being the only 
females in the audience. The man in his business suit 
had walked up in front of us and had made it all the 
way to the back row before looking back to see where 
Clare and I were. 

I could see the look of disappointment on his face as 
he saw Clare and I were three rows in front of him. The 
film started, it was in French without subtitles but 
everyone knew exactly what was going on, almost a 
perfect case of non-verbal communication transcending 
nationality. We had been watching the film for around 
fifteen minutes when I noticed city gent walking toward 
a door marked 'Gents' by the side of the screen. 

The film had started off with very strong sexual 
content and as he went into the toilet I assumed that 
he was going to masturbate following the strong start 
to the film. I was wrong because no sooner had he door 
closed than it opened again; he had removed his 
mackintosh and was carrying it over his arm. I was 
about to whisper to Clare that it hadn't taken him long 
to climax but my words were cut short by him walking 
along our row, he stopped and sat with just one seat 
between Clare and himself. 

My mouth was still by Clare's ear when I noticed the 
man had placed his mackintosh so that it was covering 
his lap, hanging over each side of him. He had put one 
hand under the coat as soon as he settled down and was 
now jerking his hand up and down. He either had a cock 
that was a foot long or he was making exaggerated 
movements in the hopes of attracting Clare's attention, 
after a few seconds he cleared his throat which made 
Clare look over towards him, she smiled sweetly and 
then looked back at the screen. 

"Mum do you have any pound coins?" She whispered to me. 
I opened my purse and she scooped a handful of coins 
out without looking. Clare stood up, took off her 
jacket and placed it on top of her seat and laid her 
handbag on top of that. Then she squeezed past me and 
walked down to the front of the theatre. She stood out 
side of the Ladies toilet and looked toward the 
usherette to make sure she wasn't looking before side 
stepping into the gent's toilet. City gent almost 
injured himself, trying to close his trousers as fast 
as he could, I read his mind as, 'he was trying to get 
to the toilet before Clare changed her mind'. 

Before he could leave his seat Clare was back in the 
auditorium, I could see she had something in her hand 
as she walked along the other side of the room, which 
meant that she had to walk past city gent to get to her 
seat. Clare handed me something, in the dark I didn't 
look too closely and she gave me a hand full of coins 
to put back into my purse. I watched her put something 
small and silky into the top of her handbag, it looked 
a little like a black silk thong. She also rested a 
small packet of condoms on top of her bag; she didn't 
sit on her original seat but sat on the one next to 
city gent. 

I was now more interested in what Clare was doing than 
the actors in the film. I watched as Clare opened her 
legs slightly so that her knee was touching city gent's 
knee, he casually flipped his mackintosh so that it 
covered most of Clare's lap as well as
his own. I watched closely as his hand slid sideways, 
on to Clare's thigh. It didn't take long before Clare 
had started to breath a little deeper, she slid forward 
in her seat slightly and that caused the coat covering 
her lap to open slightly so that I could see the mans 
hand buried deep between her legs. I also saw that 
Clare had started to reciprocate and was gently 
massaging the man's cock. 

City gent whispered something to Clare and nodded over 
his shoulder toward the back row. Clare smoothed her 
dress down and stood up, she leaned over to me and 
asked me to bring her stuff for her, she picked up the 
packet of condoms and walked off following city gent to 
the back row. He guided her into one of the corners; I 
could see that the seats started about four foot from 
the corner of the room in that row. I followed on 
having gathered up all of mine as well as Clare's 
belongings. 

Clare was sitting in the last seat before the gap and 
then the corner, city gent was on the second seat and 
his coat was now covering the third meaning that I had 
to sit on the fourth seat. We sat for a few moments, 
city gent keeping a close eye on the entrance and 
occasionally looking back toward the projection booth. 
When he was happy that our move had gone un-noticed he 
pulled Clare forward in her seat. 

"What about your part of the deal?" Clare whispered to 
city gent, he nodded and reached into his pocket, he 
passed me something and then continued to move Clare in 
her seat, he pulled her dress up so that her bottom 
half was totally exposed, he finger-fucked her for a 
while and then he started to lick between her legs. I 
noticed that a man had moved into the row in front of 
us and was looking back more than he was looking 
forward. 

City gent tried to pull Clare's dress all the way off 
but she stopped him; she slipped off of her seat and 
into the space between the seat and the sidewall. Then 
she pulled her dress off over her head and threw it 
over to me. City gent slid down on the floor next to 
Clare and I watched as she rolled a condom down over 
his shaft. He only took a short time to fill the condom 
and after a little more kissing and touching he pulled 
his trousers up and sidled off and out of the theatre. 

Clare was giggling as she pulled her dress back over 
her head and rejoined me in the seats, she opened my 
hand, city gent had given me a small roll of bank 
notes, there was fifty pounds in my hand and I hadn't 
even looked to see what he had given me. 

I watched as the man on the row in front of us moved 
slowly along the row until he was directly in front of 
me, and as he looked over his shoulder he had an 
uninterrupted view of Clare's legs. I watched Clare, 
each time the man looked back she would open her legs a 
little to let him see that she had no panties on. 
Eventually he stepped over the back of his seat and sat 
next to Clare. They chatted for a few minutes in 
silenced whispers and then he handed her twenty-five 
pounds, Clare passed it on to me and knelt down on the 
floor in front of him. She pulled the top of her dress 
down so that her dress was just a crumpled heap on the 
floor around her knees. 

Then she bent forward and took his cock in her mouth 
and spent ten minutes sucking his cock while he reached 
over and rubbed her pussy from behind. I watched as the 
stranger bucked his body up into Clare's face his teeth 
gritted tightly closed and almost silent grunts as he 
filled her mouth with his cum. Clare swallowed his 
sperm completely and pulled her dress back up to cover 
herself before returning once more to her seat. The man 
simply zipped up his trousers and walked out of the 
theatre. Of the eight men that were in the theatre, 
Clare gave two oral relief, one a hand relief and three 
men had full sex with her. 

By the time the film ended and the house lights went up 
again there was only two men left in the room, they 
were sitting next to each other and it looked, from the 
where I was sitting, like they had sorted each other 
out with their sexual needs. Clare asked me for a 
tissue and used it to pick up the three used condoms 
that had been discarded into the corner with their 
necks tied tightly closed. Clare placed her jacket over 
her hand to hide both tissue and content from the 
usherette as we walked out. 

We walked up to the Kentish Town Road and standing at 
the end of Gaisford Road we looked across the Kentish 
Town Road, there was a health spa directly opposite 
called Rio's, Clare asked if I wanted to spend a little 
of her 'earnings' on a sauna, I checked my watch and 
told her that it was too late, "That's a shame, it's a 
nudist health spa you know!" Clare had a cheeky grin on 
her face but I batted the back of her head in a playful 
way and hailed a taxi. 

Clare was in the bathroom, she was rinsing her mouth 
out with antiseptic mouthwash, gargling and spitting 
over and over again. "I would really love to brush my 
teeth too," she said as I passed her, "Well why don't 
you do just that?" I asked, "Oh! Mum, don't you know 
anything about sexually transmitted disease?" Clare 
explained about the dangers of brushing after oral sex 
and the fact that it increased the chance of infection 
if you brush within four hours of performing a blowjob. 

I went to bed worrying about that, I hadn't thought 
about it at all as she was selling herself to those men 
in the theatre, I had been proud of her for thinking of 
getting the condoms, of how she had managed the whole 
thing in a very adult way, how she kept total control 
of the situation, and had a lot of fun as well. But now 
I was worried, so worried that I couldn't sleep, just 
after midnight I heard the loud growl of Tony's car as 
he drove to our front door, heard his car door close 
gently, heard his footsteps up to my front door, then 
the "Fucking bitch" as he realised there was no key for 
him. 

The footsteps returning to the parked car were louder 
than the ones to the front door, the car door closed 
with glass rattling force, the car engine was gunned 
into life, revved way beyond reasonable and wheels 
screeching for a hundred yards or so as a very 
frustrated man drove back to his own home. I lay 
listening to the ticking of the cock, watched as one 
o'clock flashed onto the screen of my alarm clock and 
suddenly I fell asleep with a feeling that everything 
was, 'Perfectly safe if you are at home, just let 
yourself be free'. 

I had to work like a thing possessed the next day, I 
had to pack everything that I had failed to pack the 
previous evening, I checked my plan over and over 
again, everything was on the list, things to do by this 
night, that morning, the other afternoon. Well right 
now I may as well throw it all away. 

I made reasonable progress during the morning, mainly 
because I had allowed an hour to arrange the telephone 
to be changed over to the new tenant from eight o'clock 
on the next Saturday morning and as it turned out they 
were very efficient and it took only five minutes from 
dialling to hanging up. Mid-afternoon the phone rang, 
"Hi this is Patrick O'Connor," 

"Hello, Patrick who?"

"Patrick the site agent from Nottinghamshire," 

"Oh hi Patrick, what can I do for you?" 

"Just a courtesy call really, the company have finished 
laying your carpets and the beds have been delivered." 

"Sorry, What beds?" 

"The five new king-sized beds have just been delivered, 
I only really rang to tell you that we had them put one 
in each bedroom as they are all identical there didn't 
seem any point in holding them in the store room until 
you came up on Saturday morning, just one less job for 
you to do I thought." I thanked Patrick for his call 
and hung up.  

I called John on his mobile phone, "Sorry darling he 
said, they told me that the beds would take up to six 
months to arrive and they have got them there in 
three." What do I do with our beds now, the plan calls 
for them to be moved up to Nottingham on Saturday." 

"I'll ring you back!" John said, it took just over an 
hour for John to ring me back, he told me that the new 
tenants would like the beds if we wanted to leave them 
behind. Just another alteration to my plan I said to 
myself as I hung up the phone. 

Clare helped me after she got home from school; we had 
almost everything that we didn't need to use before our 
move, packed into boxes and stacked in our spare 
bedroom. By the time Clare went to bed I was back on 
track, according to my plan. I had a drink of wine 
before I went up to bed, I had packed most of my 
clothes so I wore an old nighty to bed, I planned on 
throwing it away on Saturday morning so it would do for 
the next three nights without washing, I wore plain, 
white cotton, bikini brief panties under my nighty and 
went to bed a little merry, just before midnight. 

I had a very lurid dream during the night; it was so 
totally realistic that I thought that I was dreaming in 
colour when I know full well that people only ever 
dream in black and white. When I woke in the morning I 
was totally naked, I thought that I must have become 
hot, possibly as a result of my dream, and undressed 
myself, then I noticed that my training plug was 
missing from my bottom, I tracked it down in the 
bathroom soaking in soapy water, I definitely hadn't 
done that in my sleep, I checked my bed, there were 
definite traces of sperm and a brown stain similar to 
the one I found in Clare's bed after Tony had used her 
anus for his pleasure. 

I had to strip my bed and unpack a box with the bedding 
that I had packed for the move. I also had to find 
another nighty, as mine was nowhere to be seen. After 
Clare had left for school for her last day before the 
big move I sat and tried to remember the dream I had 
the night before, I could see George Macky's face, in 
my dream. 

I thought that he may have been watching rather than 
actually fucking me, it was the strangest feeling, I 
was being well and truly fucked in my dream but there 
was no one touching me, almost as if a ghost was inside 
of me. I shook myself, "You'll be seeing little green 
men next" I said to myself. 

Clare and I had a quiet night in on Thursday, there was 
nothing to pack, nothing to worry about, Clare wasn't 
at school on Friday so it didn't matter if she was late 
to bed, so we just sat drinking wine and chatting until 
the early hours of the morning. When we finally went to 
bed Clare ran into my room, "There is a voice coming 
from my bed!" She said, I told her to, "Just lie down 
and she would feel OK after a few minutes," she smiled 
when she realised that she could hear almost the same 
thing from my bed too. 

Part 3 The Final day in Tufnell Park 

John left Nottingham at around twelve o'clock on Friday 
afternoon but he didn't arrive home until almost six 
pm, the first thing he said as he walked in was, "Has 
anyone phoned for me?" I told him that no one had 
phoned all afternoon, John was just giving me an 'I'm 
glad to be home' kiss when the phone rang, "That'll be 
for me" he said, then he called up to Clare to tell her 
that it was for him. 

John ran out of the sitting room and took the stairs 
two at a time, I listened as he walked to the phone on 
the landing and as soon as the ringing stopped I picked 
up the phone next to me and pressed the mute button. I 
recognised the voice on the other end of the line 
instantly, it was George Macky, the manager of the Hole 
in the Wall club. He told John that the Dutch man had 
brought a Great Dane in from Holland and he would be at 
the club later on, John reminded George that we were 
moving house at eight o'clock in the morning. 

"John I thought you really wanted to try this!" George 
said. I could tell that there was a little more to 
John's hesitation than just the family move, "I haven't 
really warmed Anna up to the whole scene yet," John 
said after his short pause. 

George told John that I had seen the video made the 
previous Friday night when I had called in at the club 
to collect our video from Saturday evening, and that 
because I didn't run off screaming he had risked taking 
me round to Susan's house to watch her with Magnum. 
John asked how it had gone and George told him that I 
had watched everything OK and that he didn't think I 
would have a problem with it. John was still a little 
hesitant and asked if he could have thirty minutes to 
think about it, "I'm a little disappointed in you John, 
I thought that you knew what you wanted, I'll give you 
twenty minutes before I phone the next on the list." 

The phone went dead and I replaced the receiver as 
quietly as possible. John came down stairs a little 
slower than he went up them, he came into the room to 
me and sat by my side on the sofa, "Can you remember 
what happened on Monday at Susan's house?" John asked 
me.

"Yes of course I can, it was only four days ago!" 

John asked me what I thought about Susan and Magnum, I 
told him that I thought that it seemed to be perfectly 
natural between them and that as no one was forcing 
Magnum to do what he did then everything was fine by 
me. John seemed to relax a little at that, "George from 
the Hole in the Wall club just rang, they have a dog 
over from Amsterdam and because I had mentioned to 
George, that I would love to see you doing something 
like that, he has just told me that I can take you to 
the club tonight if you would like to try." 

"Would you really like to see me do something like 
that?" I asked.

"I have thought about it for ages, I would really love 
to see it." 

"Well then, if you want me to I'll do it for you," I 
told him. Secretly I had thought about Susan and Magnum 
a few times, I wouldn't have done anything about doing 
something like it for myself but it had crossed my mind 
that it would be quite an experience, even if it was 
only the one time. John picked up the phone and dialled 
George at the club from memory, "It's OK, what time do 
you want us to come down? OK, see you then," one of the 
shortest telephone conversations I had heard John make, 
ever. 

John collected his suitcase from his car along with 
several carrier bags, the bags had four initials on 
their side, the letters were capital 'H' and 'W', lower 
case 'I' and 'T', the letters were weaved together into 
a logo and along the bottom of the bag was an internet 
address www.hitw.com/designer_clothing. 

"What's in the bag?" I asked.

"You'll just have to wait a little while," John 
replied. 

I followed John up to our bedroom, he called Clare to 
join us, "First, I have to check if you two have been 
good girls, keeping up with your training" John said. 
Clare and I were told to undress and stand next to each 
other, facing the dressing table, leaning forward and 
supporting ourselves, by using our hands on the top of 
the dressing table. 

As soon as we were standing as described, Clare 
couldn't stop giggling and I had to dig her in her ribs 
to make her take things a little more seriously, "Your 
father has some new clothes for us if we can prove that 
we have been good, so stop messing about." I was only 
joking and Clare knew it, and that made her giggle even 
more. 

John had also undressed by this time, he stood behind 
us, he reached between Clare's legs first, he took a 
hold of the flange at the base of the training plug and 
turned it slightly, "Mmm, turns easy," then he pulled 
it out gently.

"OK, that feels nice and free, well done Clare, you can 
have your present in a moment." 

John did the same to me, with the same results, 
"Obviously, the proof of the pudding is in the tasting" 
John said as he stooped down slightly and pressed his 
cock against Clare's bottom, I stood upright and 
watched as John impaled Clare on his very hard 
erection. He slid in to her, even without any 
lubrication, as easily as if he was pushing into her 
vagina. John only fucked her for a few moments then he 
said, "OK, no need for that training plug anymore 
darling." 

Then he pushed me forward so that I was in my former 
stance, he did the same to me, he didn't even wipe his 
cock off between mother and daughter, he slipped into 
me just as easily as he had into Clare, he fucked me a 
little longer though, he left his calling card in my 
bottom and as he pulled his cock out his calling card 
began to dribble down the back of my legs. "Won't it be 
lovely when we have the new bathroom with a bidet to 
help clean up after things like this?" John said. 

I took a shower first, while I was in there John washed 
his cock in the sink and I watched as he walked over to 
our bedroom again, I could see through the open 
doorways that John had gotten Clare to kneel on the 
floor in front of him and she was busily sucking his 
cock. I had finished my shower and had walked back into 
the room as John was about to climax, I watched as he 
pulled her head hard into his body. 

Clare began to gag slightly as her fathers cock buried 
its self deep into her throat, he finished himself off 
with his cock head lodged in her esophagus. Clare had 
her shower as soon as her father released her head. 
John passed me the carrier bag with my new clothes in, 
there was a micro mini skirt in black leather, a 
leather bolero jacket that had a thin strap to hold the 
front together, the sides of the jacket only just 
covered the dark areola surrounding my nipples, the 
front of the jacket was open by about five inches. 
There was a pair of black leather thong panties and 
black 'hold-up' stockings, the kind that didn't need a 
suspender belt. 

I dressed and John let out a low whistle, "You look 
fantastic dressed like that!" He said. Clare was given 
exactly the same set of clothes as I, obviously hers 
were a few sizes smaller but when we stood side by side 
looking in the mirror we looked exactly the same. We 
had both put on our four inch heals, that we had worn 
the previous night. John had his shower last and he 
dressed quite normally. I picked up a topcoat and John 
shook his head, "Nothing should hide such beauty as 
yours" he said. 

John phoned a taxi, we would usually walk out to the 
main road and just hail a hackney cab but even John had 
to admit that we might attract a little attention out 
on the street dressed as we were. The taxi was a 
similar Gypsy cab to the one that had brought me home 
from the club on Monday night. I noticed that there was 
a phone number on the side of the cab and an internet 
address, www.hitw.com/taxi now that was a coincidence, 
the clothing shop that John had brought our clothes 
from in Nottingham had almost exactly the same address 
as the cab company. It was a miracle that we didn't 
crash during our journey to the Hole in the Wall club, 
as the driver couldn't take his eyes off of Clare's 
body during the entire drive. 

It was still light when we arrived outside the club, I 
felt very self-conscious as I walked from the cab to 
the door of the club, I looked at Clare expecting to 
see her looking just as uncomfortable as I but looking 
at her face she was loving the attention she was 
receiving. 

There were five men and two women standing outside the 
club waiting for the doorman to check their membership, 
as we waited at the back of the queue a man approached 
me, his face showing the scares of a recent beating, 
"I'm very sorry about Monday night, please forgive me" 
he said to me. I had no idea who he was or why he would 
be apologising to me, and so I 'cold shouldered' him 
and I eventually walked past Leroy and on to the stairs 
leading up to the main room of the club, Clare 
whispered to me, "Was that the black guy that you told 
me about from Monday night?" I nodded, "Mmmm, he looks 
gorgeous!" 

John asked me what the guy had done to me on Monday and 
I told him that I had no idea, "Well you have just got 
him kicked out of the club for nothing," John said, 
apparently the doorman.

Leroy, was watching to see if I would accept his 
apology before giving him his membership back, and as I 
hadn't that was him finished at the club for ever. I 
went back to Leroy and asked him what it was all about, 
he told me that the guy had been taught a lesson on 
Monday for acting like a pratt with me, I told him that 
I didn't remember anything and that I felt awful if I 
he had been hurt on my behalf. "He had been warned 
before, he just doesn't know how to behave with the 
women who come in here, thinks he can treat all of them 
like he does his wife, no great loss to the club" 

The main room in the club was packed, there were almost 
a hundred people in there, about an eighty, twenty 
split between men and women but it made the place look 
more like a club and not just someone's large living 
room. Clare was dancing with a young man; she loved 
being the centre of attention. I watched as four men 
danced with her, watched as they touched her body, as 
they undressed her, by the time the fifth man had taken 
her hand on the dance floor all she had on was her 
'hold-ups' stockings. 

John went to the bar for another drink; the club was so 
full of customers that the barman was unable to deliver 
drinks to the table as he had done on my two previous 
visits. While John was away I noticed that the sixth 
man to take Clare's hand didn't dance with her but he 
took her to his table where she sat on his knee and 
they kissed and he fondled her throughout the tune. 

John returned and gave me a long drink, lots of ice and 
very refreshing, another man had collected Clare as the 
music stopped and took her to a different table, and as 
the next tune started they were kissing with Clare 
sitting on his lap. I had noticed a few men were going 
through a curtain at the side of the entrance to the 
main room, I also noticed as one went through that 
there were stairs beyond the curtain. 

"Are you ready?" John asked me.

I looked at him a little blankly.

"I think they are almost ready for us upstairs," he 
said.

"Oh! I said, "I didn't realise that we would be going 
to another room."

John smiled at this, "Not everyone is into the more 
special aspect of sex, so there is a separate room for 
the more extreme acts." 

I was asked if I would like to dance, I looked at the 
man holding his hand out to me, I recognised him from 
my first visit, it was Robin, I told him that I thought 
that we were about to go to another room and Robin told 
me that he knew, but that it was better to have a dance 
first. Robin led me to the centre of the dance floor, 
he took my chin I between his thumb and forefinger and 
kissed me on the lips tenderly. "You will be perfectly 
safe with me!" he said.

It was unusual for him to say it the way he did, in his 
normal voice, to my face, instead of in a low whisper 
into my ear. Then we started to dance, I felt his lips 
moving against my ear and I realised that he was 
repeating the same calming mantra, over and over again, 
as we danced, but this time I couldn't hear the words, 
just feel the calmness flood over me. 

I felt my bolero top fall open within seconds of the 
dance starting, less than half way through the top was 
off completely and then the mini skirt fell to the 
floor too. At the end of that track no one took my 
hand, Robin kept my body pulled tightly to his, we even 
kept up the gentle swaying that was passing for 
dancing, when the next tune started I felt my panties 
go, and Robin's hand reach down to feel my bald pussy. 
Robin gently massaged between my thighs, the feeling 
was electric, I could feel the eyes of the room burning 
into my flesh. 

I made to look around the room, I was going to look for 
Clare but Robin stopped me, he held me with my back to 
the room until the end of the record. Robin whispered, 
"There is no one in the building but we two. Everyone 
has gone but us." I could see at least three couples 
dancing behind us before Robin told me the building was 
empty and as soon as he had said the words I looked 
again to see that they had vanished. Robin took my hand 
and turned me around, "How many people do you see 
Anna?" 

"Just you Robin!" I replied. 

Robin led me toward the curtains covering the stairs to 
the second floor; the room was empty apart from a 
bench. The top of the bench was about ten inches off of 
the floor; there were rings along the side of the 
bench, some of which had leather straps tied through 
them. "Hamlet is here Anna, do you see how glossy his 
coat is? How tall this magnificent dog is?" 

Suddenly I saw the Great Dane. Standing by the bench, 
he seemed to be licking something intently on the 
bench, Robin saw my obvious concern at the dog's 
actions, "Clare is here with us too" Robin said, as 
soon as he said that I saw that Clare was laying on her 
back on the bench, Hamlet was washing between her legs 
thoroughly. 

I watched as the dog's tongue dug deeply into Clare's 
vaginal sheath. She was in heaven; the dog's tongue was 
reaching inside her like nothing had ever done before. 
Hamlet was about to move along Clare's body, as I had 
seen Magnum do to Susan on the previous Monday. Clare 
seemed very willing to let Hamlet carry on but Robin 
stepped in and stopped him. Robin helped Clare up from 
the bench, Clare was talking to someone who wasn't 
there, she was asking if she could be next. 

Clare walked over to me and told me that I would love 
it when Hamlet used his tongue on me, she pointed 
between the dog's hind legs and said, "I can't wait to 
see that go in you," with that she kissed me and went 
and sat on a seat. There were around two hundred seats 
along one side of the room, they were banked like 
theatre seats but Clare was all alone sitting in the 
front row. 

Robin guided me onto the bench, he pulled my hands down 
by my sides and used leather ties to tie my wrists to 
the bench, then he pulled my knees upward and outwards. 
My bottom was barely touching the bench now, and my 
ankles were slightly behind my bottom, it was a little 
uncomfortable in that position but I knew that with 
Robin I would be perfectly safe. I could see Hamlet; he 
seemed to be straining against an unseen force in his 
eagerness to get between my legs. 

Robin brought Hamlet over to me, the dog had performed 
his oral duties on my daughter and to him it was now 
time for the main event. Robin had to work hard to 
preventing Hamlet 'covering' me right away. In the end 
Robin found some chocolate and pushed a cube up inside 
of my vagina. Hamlet then put all of his attention into 
eating the chocolate from out of my body. 

When Robin was sure that Hamlet had now got it into his 
head that he was supposed to eat me first, he let go of 
the dog's collar and went to sit next to Clare. I was 
almost instantly transported on to another planet as 
Hamlet forced his powerful tongue ever deeper into my 
body, I could actually feel his tongue reaching beyond 
the neck of my cervix. 

I reached a climax in record time, and before I could 
start to relax out of the first orgasm I was starting 
to climb once again, to a peak higher than the first. A 
third orgasm built on top of the second, I could hardly 
breath I was gasping so hard from my body's exertion. I 
looked over to Robin and Clare, hoping for some help 
from one or other of them, hoping that someone would 
pull the beasts head away from my pussy long enough to 
come down a level or two from my orgasm. 

I would have wanted him to be put right back though as 
soon as I caught my breath. I saw Clare was sitting on 
Robin's knee, his cock was disappearing into her body, 
she was facing me and I could see that Robin was using 
her anally she was visibly shuddering as her orgasm 
built up inside of her. 

Then I felt a cold space between my legs, I looked down 
to see Hamlet licking his lips as he moved slowly along 
my body, dragging his huge thick cock along my thigh. I 
felt a hand touch me, and then Hamlet's cock found my 
damp, dark, recess. There wasn't any love between 
Hamlet and I, he simply had a duty to perform. He had 
been trained well, slowly moving forward, driving his 
cock into me, it felt like his cock was twice as thick 
and twice as long as John's cock. I felt so filled it 
was amazing, then when Hamlet was about half way inside 
he started to fuck, very slowly and gently at first, 
then all of a sudden he went off like a rocket. 

I remembered being amazed at the speed that Magnum had 
fucked Susan, I thought his cock looked like an old 
steam trains main wheel piston on a train running at 
full speed. Hamlet wasn't working quite that fast but 
he was about twice as fast as any man I had ever felt 
in my life. Hamlet's cock had a pointy end, not like a 
man's bell end, as I felt Hamlets cock hitting the 
entrance to my womb I could swear that the tip moved 
slightly, it was as if the great beast was feeling 
around with the tip of his cock, looking for the 
entrance to another, deeper cavern to fuck into. 

I felt a stretching pain and suddenly felt Hamlets knot 
pressing against my labia, it felt as if the dog had 
managed to open a passageway beyond my cervix and he 
was now mining into my womb. Eventually his huge knot 
entered my body completely and I felt tremendous 
pressure building up in my stomach as I eventually 
passed out from oxygen narcosis brought on by my 
hyperventilation, caused by a continuous climax that 
had now lasted around fifteen minutes. 

"Anna, every thing is OK, you are perfectly safe with 
me, you just have to lay still for a while until hamlet 
calms down." The voice belonged to George, all of the 
seats in the room were full of men and a few women, 
they were all clapping the show that Hamlet and I had 
put on a good show for them. Clare was sitting on her 
father's knee; there was a towel under her bottom. 
Hamlet was panting into my face, trying to fight 
against the man holding his collar, trying to stop him 
simply stepping over me and trying to walk away. 

I realised that being tied to the bench wasn't part of 
a bondage thing but to prevent the dog walking off with 
my body hanging limply below him. George was making 
encouraging noises to me, telling me how good I had 
been, how much everyone had enjoyed sharing my first 
animal experience. I was watching Clare and her father 
cuddling in the front row of seats when, all of a 
sudden, two men picked her up, they carried her with 
the towel still under her bottom and as they reached my 
bench they turned her so that her back was toward 
Hamlet and her pussy was over my face. 

I knew what they expected me to do as soon as they 
lowered Clare down onto my mouth, they pulled the towel 
away from under her and I saw a thick stream of semen 
flowing from her wide-open anal cavity. The mixture of 
many men's cum and a little faecal material was now 
running all over my breasts. I placed my mouth over 
Clare's pussy and started to drink the semen that was 
trickling from that hole. Many more men had used her 
back passageway that evening than had used her vagina. 

Suddenly I felt a hot tongue lapping at the mixture 
that was now covering my breasts, Hamlet was cleaning 
my daughters mess from off of my chest, when it had 
finished cleaning there it started to lick up into 
Clare's anus. The dog's tongue occasionally entering my 
mouth instead of Clare's ass. I felt George trying to 
loosen Hamlet's knot from my vagina by rocking him 
gently from side to side, it took almost twenty minutes 
after I came round for Hamlet to relax enough to allow 
George to pull him backwards out of my body, but just 
before George pulled Hamlet off of me the guys that 
were holding Clare against my face lifted her and lay 
her out, on the floor, with her body between Hamlets 
hind legs and her face under my bottom. 

As George pulled Hamlet out of me there was a torrent 
of dog juice flooding over Clare's face. Hamlet bent 
his head and began washing Clare's face, fighting her 
to get the last drops from out of my vagina. I was 
untied from the bench and helped up, my legs were a 
little cramped from the un-natural way they had been 
secured but it wasn't painful. As soon as I was removed 
from the bench Clare climbed up on to it. 

Hamlet was interested in her pussy; he could still 
smell the men that had been in her as well as my smell 
from when I was licking her out. Clare was trying to 
pull Hamlet's head up towards her own, trying to get 
him to cover her now. George told her that Hamlet was 
only allowed to perform once in an evening or he might 
injure himself. Clare looked devastated. "Hi! Is Sue 
there please? Sue it's George here, has Magnum had sex 
yet tonight? Oh good, are you planning on mating with 
him tonight. Well could I bring someone over? OK, we 
will see you then" he hung up his mobile phone. 

"Susan will bring Magnum along for his exercise in 
about twenty minutes." George said out loud to the 
room. I had thought that Clare had looked hurt from her 
sexual excesses through out the evening but she was 
just a little tired from all the climaxes she had. We 
all went to the bar and had a drink. Clare was 
beginning to wake up again and was dancing with a young 
man. I saw Susan enter the room, and move quickly 
through the curtains. 

John fetched Clare and guided her back upstairs. I 
followed close behind, listening as John told her that 
there was only her and Magnum in the room, that she 
should just ignore everyone else. I watched as the 
bench was lowered slightly to make up for the 
difference in height between Magnum and Hamlet. Clare 
wasn't tied to the bench and Magnum performed admirably 
with his oral tasks. 

Four of the men had digital cameras and kept walking 
over very close to take snapshots of Magnum and Clare, 
one guy even had a video camera that he filmed the 
whole act with. I was amazed when Magnum stepped over 
Clare and tied with her instantly, there was no 
searching preliminaries, no moving forward in easily 
accomodatable increments. 

Magnum went from outside to tied in only two thrusts, 
he was so fast that the man with the video camera was 
taken by completely by surprise, and was late screwing 
his camera to a mount located between the benches legs, 
to film the K9 act from up-close and personal, directly 
below. Clare almost jumped off of the bench as the dog 
filled her so completely and so quickly. Magnum was 
trying to fuck rapidly as he had with Susan but he was 
already tied and so it was difficult for him to achieve 
his climax. Magnum fucked Clare for a full forty 
minutes. 

And for all that time Clare was climaxing. She was on 
the edge of passing out a few times but managed to stay 
with it until Magnum had finished. George went to hold 
Magnum in place as he had held Hamlet for me but he was 
too late, Magnum walked away from the bench dragging 
Clare like a rag doll behind him. Clare's trial was 
short lived though as she and Magnum parted in just a 
few seconds. 

John was talking to George about it and George told 
John that he had never seen anyone break a tie so fast, 
mind you he hadn't ever seen a dog tie so fast either, 
Clare must have been totally lubricated and totally 
ready for mating. All I thought was that I was glad 
that no one was standing over me filming my time with 
Hamlet, I would hate to walk in a room sometime and see 
myself in that position with an animal. 

Clare and I stood cuddling each other; Clare was even 
more tired now than she was before Magnum arrived. We 
were both nude apart from our 'hold-ups' and shoes, and 
our stocking weren't worth wearing as they were 
laddered and torn from the attention of dog and man 
during the evening. We were both sweaty and our hair 
was matted, we had started out three hours earlier 
looking a million dollars, we now looked like about 
seven and six. George asked if we would like a shower.

I nodded, Clare nodded, John shook his head and covered 
his eyes. We were both led into the changing rooms at 
the rear of the small 'exhibition' room, the room had 
an open shower area that looked like it could 
accommodate a football team all at the same time, there 
were four shower heads and sets of controls on the back 
wall. George asked both of us to lay on the floor, on 
our backs, with our heads next to each other, and our 
bodies pointing in different directions. Ten men lined 
up along the open side of the shower, they unzipped 
their trousers and all began to pee at the same time. 

Clare began to giggle all over again, catching a little 
of the men's urine in her mouth as she did, I on the 
other hand kept my mouth shut. A few more men stepped 
up after the first few were spent and took up the 
toilet on Clare and I. Eventually after all the men had 
finished hosing us down a few returned and began 
masturbating over us. As the sperm flew Clare began to 
lick it off of my face, eventually I reciprocated and 
helped to clean her too. 

Our bolero jackets were found in the bar, our skirts 
were also there but no one could find our leather thong 
panties. We had both thrown our stockings away as they 
were destroyed. Clare and I both showered each other, 
but with soap, water and shampoo, it felt lovely to 
wash Clare all over and even better when she washed me. 
George brought us two t-shirts, one in Clare's size and 
one in mine. 

The front had 'K9' in red, four-inch high letters, 
across the chest, with the word 'Squad' in smaller 
letters under the K9. The back had a picture of a dog, 
in traditional Kennel Club stance, with 'I have mated 
with:' in black italic letters. There were also lines 
printed across the back as guides for the names of dogs 
to be written in. Clare's had 'MAGNUM', hand written 
with a broad, indelible marker, and mine was the same 
but with 'HAMLET; written on the back. 

We both put on the t-shirts on and walked into the main 
room. There were still around fifty people in the room, 
they applauded Clare and I warmly as we entered the 
room. John held what was left of our outfits; he looked 
at his watch and said, "almost midnight girls, time we 
were in bed, we have to be up early to finish packing 
ready for the move." 

In the cab on the way home, Clare was huddled up 
against me; all we had on were thin t-shirts, "It's a 
pity we are moving just as we have found such a great 
place to play" she whispered to me as she slowly 
drifted off to sleep. John carried Clare up to bed, he 
dropped her on our bed instead of hers, and we all 
spent our last night in Tufnell Park together in one 
bed. 

The alarm clock dragged me from my bed at five-thirty, 
John was already up, he had run a bath, and as soon as 
he saw that I was awake he told me that if I were sore 
from last night a hot bath with salt in it would start 
my recovery off. I had been in the salty water for 
about ten minutes when Clare padded in to the bathroom, 
and used the toilet, she winced a little because she 
was so sore and I told her that she needed the salt 
bath after me. 

Clare just stepped off of the toilet and into the bath; 
she was going to sit with her back to the taps but 
changed her mind and sat with her back to me. "Ouch! 
Ouch!" She said, "It stings when that salt touches your 
bottom!" I cuddled her to my breast and asked how many 
men she had sex with by the end of the night, "In the 
club, two in my mouth, two in my pussy and four or five 
in my bottom," she said. 

I just thought to myself, no wonder you're sore, mind 
you my vagina was as sore as hell too, but that was 
mainly the fault of Hamlet and the baseball bat he 
called his cock scoring a home run in my pants. "Didn't 
it bother you when those men were photographing you 
with Hamlet mum?" Clare said, "I was just about to say 
the same to you" I replied. "No one took any pictures 
of me!" We both said together and then burst into fits 
of giggling. 

By the time we were dried and dressed, John had packed 
all of the things that had been left until the last 
minute. Everything had been moved down to the living 
room to wait for the removal men to arrive. I decided 
that I would walk around the upstairs and check that 
everything had been collected and there was nothing 
left at the back of a draw or anything. 

As I was about to say everywhere was empty I remembered 
the CD player that I had found in the airing cupboard, 
it was still there. I didn't want a stranger listening 
to the subliminal CD that had been playing for god 
knows how long to Clare and I so I turned the player 
off and ejected the disk. I got a little shock, the 
disk didn't have John A & C on it as I remembered but 
Troy P & T, the couple who were buying our house were 
Troy and Patricia and their son Thomas who was just 
thirteen the previous week. I popped the disk back into 
the player and closed the door on it. 

John collected my front and back door keys; he already 
had Clare's keys in an envelope along with his own, the 
arrangement was that if we had to leave before Troy or 
his wife arrived the keys would be left with the next 
door neighbours. The removals company arrived on the 
dot of eight o'clock, not National Transit of Greys in 
Essex as I had given the contract to but a company that 
John seemed to know. 

The hairs on the back of my neck rose slightly when I 
saw the Internet address in small lettering on the 
bottom of the lorries doors. The company name was 
Harris International Transport, Watford and their 
Internet address was www.hitw.com/domestic_removals. I 
stood mulling things over as the three men emptied out 
home in less than an hour, there were so many 
coincidences in the last day or so, everything we did 
seemed to have a link of some sort to a company with 
the internet address of www.hitw.com, I know that some 
companies diversify but clothing, taxi's and now 
removals. 

John's shout woke me up, "I'll get off now with Clare 
in my car, so that we can be ready for the van when it 
gets to Nottingham." The lorry had already turned the 
corner at the end of our road on its long journey to 
Nottinghamshire. I would just make one final run around 
the house and then take the keys to our neighbour if 
the new people hadn't turned up by the time I was ready 
to leave. I was just saying my goodbyes to the house 
when Troy let himself in; it shocked me a little as I 
still had the six keys in the envelope. 

They had obviously thought that we had left, Patricia 
was asking the people next door if we had left the keys 
for them, but Troy already had a key. I shrugged it off 
and passed Troy the envelope with the keys to his new 
home. As I closed the door behind me for the last time 
I looked closely at the lock, I had never really looked 
at the faceplate of the lock, it had 'HitW' engraved in 
the face to make up a fancy logo but now that I was 
looking at it in the cold light of day, I could make 
out the letters clear as day. 

I had three hours alone in my car as I drove to 
Nottingham; I was working a few things out as I drove, 
the first thing was that no one could be made to do 
something that they didn't want to do by hypnosis, 
subliminal messaging or auto suggestion, so I had to 
come to terms with the fact that I had sex with a dog 
because I basically wanted to, or at least didn't not 
want to strongly enough to stop me from doing it. I 
also realised that I had a lot of hang-ups that were 
handed down from my parents, I didn't necessarily agree 
with them but I had allowed them to rule my actions for 
most of my life. 

What John had done was for his pleasure but also for 
mine, if I really didn't want to have the sex life of 
the last week I wouldn't have gone along with it. I 
realised that I had been turning down my sex drive 
because of something that my mother had said to me when 
I was twelve or thirteen, or not to me but to one of 
her friends while I was there in the room, "After 
thirty you have to start educating your husband to 
expect less sex. If you are still doing it by the time 
you're thirty-five you have done something wrong!" 

I think my mother strongly believed that sex should be 
done, not for pleasure but to produce new life, and 
thirty five was the age that she thought women should 
stop considering having children and therefore stop 
having sex too. I pulled into a Library in a small town 
called Stapleford, which was just off of the A52 on the 
way into Nottingham; they were about to close but 
allowed me in to check the telephone directory. I 
scanned down the business section under 'H', I was 
looking for 'Hole in the Wall', to see if there was a 
club with the same name in Nottingham, I didn't find 
one but I did find a club called 'Hewn in the Wood'. 

I grabbed a directory for Manchester and checked the 
'H' pages, this time I found a club called 'Hell is to 
Work'. I had to check one more place; Bristol was the 
next nearest directory on the shelf, Bristol had 'Head 
into the Wind' club. I began to wonder if every city 
had a club like the Hole in the Wall in Soho. 

By the time I arrived at the new house the removals van 
had already left, Patrick was there helping John put 
shelving units together as I walked into the house. I 
had a glance at the faceplate of the lock on the front 
door, 'HitW' once more engraved into the brass. Patrick 
was very pleased to see me; he wanted to show me a few 
of the changes to the site since my previous visit, I 
had noticed that the road was covered in fresh tarmac, 
and I found that I quite liked the sulphurous smell 
that the fresh tarmac gave off. 

At the end of the road the nameplate had been erected 
but was still covered in the manufacturer's protective 
film. Patrick said, "As the first tenant to move into 
our little site would you do me the honour of unveiling 
the latest street name in Nottinghamshire?" I pealed 
the plastic off and revealed the name, 'Hoton in the 
Wolds'. Patrick said, "It's just a street name today 
but as we grow I feel it will become a hamlet and 
eventually a village, someday, who knows. 

I asked why they had chosen that particular street 
name, "Well, Hoton is the closest village to the south 
of us and wold is an old English name for hill, lots of 
villages between here and Leicester have 'Wolds' as 
part of their name because of all the hills around 
here!" His explanation seemed so simple but I had seen 
all too many examples of those particular initials. 

END

I hope you enjoyed this little story, it's just short 
of 30,000 words but I'm sure there is more mileage left 
in the story if enough people want to read it.  Love 
from Rose Eastmann, eastern_rose2@hotmail.com

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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