Erotic Childhood

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My name is Carole, and I am 29. I am 5ft 8 tall, (172.7cm) 9 stones exactly (126 pounds - 57.2Kg) and a full C cup. I like kids, a lot. I found this out when I was 16, as a babysitter at home in the SE of UK. I am also a total SLUT, in the right circumstances, AND with the right people and inducements. In this story, I started it off to include a lot of 'the real me'. Oh names have been changed of course, but my first parts are basically true, right up to the holiday I took with my lovers at what is a real house, in a real town, Hyeres in the South of France. Only then, did this intended 'short story' of a summer's lust, take on a mind of it's own. I have done a lot of talking to REAL girls, who were and are, 'companions' to wealthy men (and some women), and the 'gifts' mentioned are a true state of propriety, and indeed pride, amongst the rich, in such liaisons. From the time of the arrival of my characters in France, I have tried to incorporate my take on what I saw, and still see going on around the area up to today. But our involvement then became a work of erotic fiction, I am so sorry to say. And all because, I never have had the courage, my written character has. And so, this story is just that, a story, long in the reading, often slowed down by descriptive prose, meandering along, as love stories are often want to do, but written for, although amateurishly, my 'family's' an my, enjoyment. My happiness from this time in my life, is that I and my three main lovers, are still together, and from this relationship, I have three beautiful daughters, of 12, 10, and 6, their father, my now husband, being only 24. I hope you enjoy.

Carole xx

 

Chapter 1

I had baby-sat quite a few kids for neighbours, and their friends, mostly being recommended by word of mouth. Oddly enough, I enjoyed it immensely, even the "messy" bits with nappies/diapers. But, just before my mother passed away, (I had only been 16 and 2 months when she died) I was on the verge of leaving school and moving on to the local 6th form college, which was literally just a 15 minute walk from the seaside apartment I lived in. Her passing, it seemed, could have put a stop to my plans for further education, and so, with my father living 140 miles away (they were divorced) we had to sort out how I was going to continue with college plans. My father actually owned the apartment. He bought it to house us after the divorce, and thankfully, he was in no hurry to sell it. In addition, he knew, I needed somewhere to live close to the college, as this college was the only one that was nearby and had the courses I wanted, that were not fully subscribed. Taking all of the situations into consideration, my father arranged a very decent allowance for me to live on, and would call twice a week. He paid all the service bills for light/heat etc, so what I had from the allowance, was mine. Once the apartment was sorted out from my late mother's belongings, my father came over for a week to help me refurnish to my own tastes. I really enjoyed the time with my father, shopping for new furniture and bits, and in the end, the items I chose were of the hardwearing, strong build type, just as he would have chosen himself. The only difference being, I chose it all in brighter colours than he would. Creams and whites, with a hint here and there of red, for a very contemporary look, very little dark woods at all. The living room we stripped completely had the wooden floors sanded and varnished, and then just a central large rug that had two large settees at right angles to each other, with three large matching armchairs. In addition, a long, low coffee table in the centre. Light, airy, open, easy to clean. I loved it. Even daddy said it looked good. A few strategically placed potted plants of varying heights set it off completely. Home, was what some would call "The Penthouse" apartment. It took up the whole top floor, and, was originally three apartments converted into one large 4 bedroomed apartment, with a balcony stretching across the front of the building, accessed by folding patio doors. Once I started college, I never told anyone else about all that went on. The other students and tutors knew from the grapevine that my mother had passed away. However, I never was a one to invite others back home. So none of my classmates knew I had a whole apartment to myself. I just wanted to get all my courses completed with the highest scores I could, and, as quickly as possible. I found that I had a lot of time on my hands. The college course work, to me, was as easy as pie. All of my course work was so simple, to my mind; I just flew through it all. Instead of lashings of homework, I actually found myself with so little to do; I could easily have snuck off for a week or two, and caught up again in a flash. So, with virtually ALL of my coursework being done within college times, evenings were somewhat empty for me. Therefore, I took to babysitting again.

Janey K, who lived one floor below me, was a single mother, with an 11-year-old son, David, and 9-year-old daughter Julie. She liked to have her fun once a week, with a 'Girls Night Out' on a Friday night, and thankfully, would not entertain leaving David and Julie on their own. So, I started to sit for her on a Friday night. This was to have been a sleep-over sitting for me, as she would quite likely end up back at one of her friends place. But, I have to say that, I never liked the idea of spending the night in someone else's apartment. I liked my luxuries too much. En-suite bathroom, kitchen, study and all. So the night I had started to sit for Janey's kids, I said to her that it may be better to have them come to mine, as then, if she managed to get home in the wee hours, she at least wouldn't be too disturbed, early on a Saturday morning, and would be able to deal with her hangover in peace. You can bet THAT idea won the argument over. The first night they came to mine, David seemed a bit nervous as would be expected, but Julie was fine. I showed then around the place, and even my computer in my study. David was interested in the computer, as he had been doing a lot at school with them, but, I was unsure of allowing it's use, as there was a lot of my college work on there, so I dug out my old laptop for him to use in the lounge, where I could keep an eye on what he was doing. Julie just wanted her drawing books and pens. David settled really quickly, and helped me with the food, after which, we settled for the TV and computer. I was sat on the settee, watching TV, with Julie at one end of the coffee table, to my right, drawing and colouring, and David was playing with the computer on the other end, almost in front of me. To see the TV, I had to view over the coffee table, and continually caught David looking at my legs. Now, I was not wearing a particularly short skirt, but it was a flowing one, just above the knee, and had ridden up as I sat and lounged. David kept looking, quick glances at first, then longer looks, as the early evening went by, he, thinking I never noticed. I don't know why, but for some reason, I felt all tingly about his looking. He was only 11 for Christ's sake, but all the same, his looking caused me to tingle, and feel naughty about it all. Julie seemed very oblivious to it, and was intent on her drawing. I had strange thoughts running through my head. Without even thinking about it, I slowly slid my body down a bit, allowing my skirt to ride higher up my thigh. David saw this, and his eyes stayed on my legs longer. So long that I could have easily caught him staring. His attention had completely left the laptop in front of him, and he was focusing more on me. Then I crossed my left leg over my right, and his eyes almost seemed to leap from his head. I stayed like that for quite a while. His PJ bottoms had a lump in them. I felt wanton, tingly, and my thong felt so damp. My breathing was somewhat ragged, and I knew it was wrong, but couldn't stop it. I wanted to make it also, that Julie was feeling like I was, and being turned on as David obviously was. I wanted her to see what David was seeing too. But she seemed oblivious to what I was doing. I wanted both of them to have a need to see and react to what I was doing. That was when I came to my senses somewhat, and decided that I needed a shower and a cool down for my feelings. These kids were only 11 and 9, and I was getting the hots for them, and was openly flashing my legs to the thigh, even if it WAS only David looking. I still felt like I wanted to be a slut in front of them. I needed to cool down. To stop this stupidity. It was wrong.

I told the kids that I was going for a shower, and to please be good, then got up quickly to leave for my room, assuring them I wouldn't be long. I wasn't long at all. A quick shower, and a change into my bathrobe, 15 minutes tops. Now I was back on the settee, fluffy bathrobe tied at the waist, a towel on my hair, and my snoopy slippers. I had hoped that the shower and change would cool what I had been doing, but it didn't. If anything, I felt more naughty than before. I made us all a hot drink, and after we had finished, it was nearly 9.30pm. Their weekend bedtime, according to Janey. So, I showed David and Julie to the guestrooms, and then making sure he brushed his teeth and toileted, I tucked him into bed and leant to kiss his head goodnight. That's when I noticed him doing his best to look down the top of my bathrobe, but, saying nothing, I left, and went to Julie's room to check on her. She had brushed her teeth, and was in bed. I made sure she was tucked in nicely, deliberately, leaving the top of my robe loose. Julie looked into my top and giggled. I looked at her questioningly, and asked what was up. She told me that she could see my boobies, and the pinky bits on the ends of them. I smiled and sighed playfully, replying that she too would have some like this, so I didn't care her seeing mine, we were, after all, two girls together. She then told me that she had seen David keep on staring at me tonight, and that she noticed his thingy get big because he was trying to see up my skirt. I sat on the bed beside her, as my legs were feeling spongy over this revelation. She HAD seen after all. I said that, "Well, young boys ALWAYS try to look up girls skirts, it's natural, as it feels naughty, but they don't want to look away." I also told her that, when a boy looks at a girl, it is also a compliment. The boy is signalling that he finds the girl pretty, and worth looking at. "Oh David thinks you are worth looking at. He doesn't stop saying how pretty you are, and that you have the longest legs ever." she told me. "Julie, stop talking like that, he doesn't say that at all", I was blushing like mad now, and she saw it. She continued, "He does, all the time, and mummy says he has a big crush on you. And he's right, you are pretty, your legs are nice, your boobies stick out, and you have a sexy wiggle as you walk. Even mummy says that too." Now she was really hitting home to me. Sitting there like that, and being told by a pretty little nymphet that not only did her brother have the hots for me, but also what their MOTHER thought of me too. If the light had been turned off, I'm sure my face would have glowed like a beacon. I was getting totally hot again, my pussy was creaming where I sat, and I knew I would be fingering my pussy tonight to get to sleep. "Well I think YOU are very pretty Julie, just like your mother, you both have lovely big sexy eyes, and you even have the same wiggle as your mother too. David is a very cute boy, and I admit, a very good looking one, but, you and your mother are very pretty I think." Julie seemed to wiggle down into the bed with a silly grin on those beautiful lips of hers. She asked me if I really meant that, and I assured her that I did. I leant over to kiss her head goodnight, but she was looking straight down my open robe, my titties almost touching her hand, had I not been wearing the robe, but I was, and it was the material that touched her. She still gasped though at that brief touch. I stayed bent to her like that for a while, and she looked up and asked, "Is it a compliment if a girl wants to look as well?" "Only if she is as pretty as you are Julie", I replied, and quickly kissed her forehead night night, and stood to leave. She then shocked me by saying "Good, coz I want to look Carole". I was hot, flustered, unsure. I would have liked nothing more, than to have pulled my robe off, and jump into the bed with her, and then I thought, especially if David was in there too. I rushed to my room, wanting to shut the door, but knowing I couldn't, as one of them might cry out in the night.

I rushed into my bathroom, and removing my robe, my fingers went straight to my clitty. It only took me seconds to have a cum while sitting on the loo seat. Then I did it again,, but slower, and I came stronger. Almost, but not quite screaming out my orgasm. My pussy was so wet and slippery, I just HAD to wash again. After I was again, dried off, I went into my room, and slipped under the covers. Sleep didn't come easy for me that night, I couldn't get what Julie had said out of my head. In the morning, I was frazzled. I showered again, and called the kids. Julie came into the kitchen quite quickly, she was sleepy eyed and smiling, and looked so cute dressed in just her nightie. She held out her arms, and as I stooped, she wrapped her arms around my neck, and jumped for a cuddle. I only just managed to catch her, and swiftly put my fore arm under her cute little bum to support her. She then sort of snuggled into my neck, kissed my cheek, and said "Morning Carole", in that sweet, sleepy voice, kids have in the mornings. "Morning cutie pie" I said in reply, and kissed her cheek in return, hugging her and spinning around slightly. Her right hand came to my face, and there was a scent there. A long forgotten little girl scent. As I stopped the spin, I looked at her fingers, and there was what looked like a dried substance, there on her ring finger. Julie saw what I was looking at, and swiftly pulled her hand behind her back and blushed. I Lifted her chin in my hand, gave her a little peck on her so sweet lips, winked, and told her that I had washed my hands before anyone could see. Then put her down onto a stool at the breakfast table, and got her a bowl of coco pops with cold milk. Julie was still blushing and hiding her fingers from my gaze, and I don't know WHY I did it, but, I stopped beside her, took her hand in mine, opened her fingers, and sucked the finger with the dryness into my mouth. "It's OK Julie, all girls do it. Even I did last night too. And all because David was trying to look up my skirt, and yes, I saw him, and you was telling me those things, AND looking down my open top." I stroked her hair gently and she asked, "Do you LIKE being looked at then?" I replied, "I do when it is cute and pretty people like you and David, yes." I stood then, and quickly went to call David before I said and did too much, or, David walked in on us. I knocked on the door of the room that David was in, and he grunted. Opening the door, I saw that he was still snuggled in bed, so told him that if he didn't get up now, he would miss breakfast, and I would come and jump on the bed with him to make him get up. He giggled and replied that, if I did that, he might not want to get up. I replied with, "Oooh yes, is that so?", then reached down to the corner of the bed, grabbed the duvet, and walking out of the room, I took it with me. It took 2 minutes for the toilet to flush, and he walked into the kitchen, his hair all tousled, and rubbing his eyes. I plonked a bowl of cereal and milk in front of him too, and soon all that was heard was the crunch of cereal and the slurp of milk drunk. I noticed that Julie kept glancing up at me as I sat with my coffee, My thoughts were 'No Coffee, then No Wakey'. I caught her looking, winked at her and smiled. She smiled back, and continued her cereal.

Once the breakfast was over, it was a case of putting all the bowls and cups in the dishwasher, and switching it on. I sent David to get dressed saying that he could put the TV on once dressed and see what he could find. I shooed Julie to do the same, saying I was getting dressed, so they could too. I walked into my room, and shucked my robe. Standing there naked, I thought, "To hell with it, I'm 16 and a half, and this is my right to look good." Out came my makeup, and on with the war paint. I had just finished "putting my face on" and looking at what I was going to wear. This was a great time for girls clothing, as far as I'm concerned, Punk and Goth were really starting off being mixed together, but I preferred the retro, mid to late 50's look. The cut of the clothing was so flattering and soft and sexy. Also, I NEVER wore the tights that are so popular with girls. For me, it was ONLY stockings and suspenders. This started with my getting a very bad case of heat rash when I was nearly 13, and NO-ONE went around with bare legs at that time, so my mother bought me my first suspender belt and pair of stockings. To school, I was bare legged with knee socks, but at the weekend, stockings and suspenders. I found that the sets were so feminine, and that when wearing them, I even FELT totally feminine and sexy. By now, I had also discovered corsets. I had looked at the basques in shops, but they always seemed too soft and flimsy. I took a liking to the real corsets, quite heavily boned, and tightly laced at the back. These corsets, also served as really pretty tops in their own right. Heavy on the bones, and heavy on the frilly lace. And I also discovered, the bra's and corsets that had only a quarter cup instead of the full cup. THESE allowed the nipples to remain uncovered by a heavy material of lacework, and when my loose tops rubbed over my nipples, they became engorged and erect, tenting my tops with a degree of "perkiness" that drew eyes to them. I really loved then, and still do, the feeling it gives me when people look, and I know that women and girls, as well as males often stared. I chose a really pale pastel lemon dress that I hadn't yet worn, it was new last weekend, and hung it by the hook of the hanger on my wardrobe door. Then I chose a slightly darker yellow corset, that had a quarter cup. A brand new and still packed pair of REAL silk, lemon thigh high stockings, with a 4 inches wide, white lace border top. These I laid on my bed. I put my stockings on first, as I knew that the corset would restrict my ability to bend to my ankles. Then the corset. I had already set and tied the back laces to the tension I liked, and used an old style button hook to fasten the heavy front clasps. Next I fastened the suspender straps to the stockings. I was looking in the mirror at my reflection, thinking that, yes, I DO like my body. My titties were an 'almost' C cup even then, my waist narrow, and shapely hips accentuated by the flare of the corset. My nipples were, like my mothers used to be, quite large, as were my areola. The areola was 2 inches in diameter, almost perfectly round and dark compared to my titty flesh. From the centres of these, rose my nipples. A full half inch long when naturally erect, and almost as thick. I very much liked the way that IF I wore a dress or top that was light and thin enough, the darkness caused them to easily be seen through the material. As I was preening myself in the mirror, I noticed a darkness in the corner of the mirror, that was moving. I was being watched. I only had to move slightly, acting as if I didn't know, and saw that it was Julie, standing outside my door, and peering in through the gap, from the door being open about 3 inches.

I took a deep breath, and said in the friendliest voice I could, "Come in Julie, it's ok." I held my breath in case my noticing frightened her off, but the door slowly creaked open, and she entered my room slow, and unsure. I smiled and said "Hiya cutypie, come on in, but leave my lipstick alone you monster, Your mummy told me what you did with her best lipstick last year", True to form, as a child experimenting, Julie had sat in front of her mothers mirror, and had put lipstick all over her lips, but had pressed too hard and had broken the top. She then ended up with her hands and tee shirt smothered from trying to stick the top back in place. And failing. She giggled at that, finding it funny that I remembered about it. "I think I am going to have to keep a real eye on you, especially with the price they charge these days for makeup" She looked more at ease now as I said this to her laughingly. Her eyes started to rise, as I then turned towards her to look at my reflection sideways on, and then at my bum, to see that the laces were hanging straight and in place. I heard a gasp, knowing that, even without looking, that she was seeing my smoothly shaved pussy, and bare nipples over the top of my corset. I never looked at her, I turned and picked my dress off the hanger, opened the front buttons, held the shoulder straps, and stepped into the dress, pulling it up, and wiggling my hips as the dress slid softly over them. I slipped my arms through the straps, and buttoned up the front of the bodice. I gripped the top of the bodice cups and shook my titties into a position of comfort, mainly to make sure my nipples are facing straight ahead. I looked at Julie now and said, "There, once I get my shoes on I'll be all ready to go out to the shops, how do I look to you?" and slowly turned 360 degrees. Julie replied that I looked really nice, but that I had forgotten to put any knickers on! I wondered if she would notice that. I explained that I didn't like to wear them all the time, especially when the weather is nice and sunny like it was outside today. Her face was a picture, it was registering surprise, shock and excitement all in one. "Oooh I almost forgot these", I said. I slipped on my 4 inch heeled ankle boots, that were a cream and pale lemon, And picked up my shoulder bag. A must have for me. Julie asked what I would do, if boys saw up my dress that I had no knickers on. I told her that if they saw, then they would go away very happy, wouldn't they? And we both laughed together, and she held my hand as I walked into the living room. David looked round then and his mouth dropped open, so I stopped, looked at him and spun round, "Does this look ok to you David?" I asked, deliberately teasing him. "Yeah", was all he said, but kept looking in a way that said it all. I smiled openly AND inwardly. I walked into the kitchen to put the kettle on for a final cup of tea, as I was now, only waiting for Janey to call, and let me know she was up and ready to have the kids back. Having put the kettle to boil, I heard Julie excitedly trying to whisper to David, but failing, because of her excitement, and I listened as she told David all that she had seen. She told him that I wasn't wearing a bra, that I was wearing those stockings that those girls in the magazines wear, AND, that I wasn't wearing any knickers. She also told him that I had no hair "Down there". I imagined then, Julie standing in front of David and pointing to her pussy. Never mind HER being excited. I was now too.

The kettle boiled, and I made my tea, calling out if the kids wanted anything to drink, to say so now, or get it yourself. They asked if I had coke. I did, and poured them a glass each. I placed the 2 glasses of coke, and my tea cup and saucer on a tray, to carry into the living room. I also picked up 3 coasters for the coffee table. In the living room, David and Julie, were sat side by side on the settee. I stopped directly opposite them, and, keeping my legs straight, bending at the hip, I placed the tray on the table, set out the coasters, and then the glasses and cup onto them. I then stood up, and moved around the table to sit with them, so that David was in the middle. Julie was giggling like mad, so I smiled in a silly manner, and asked her what she was laughing at. She then told me, "As you bent over then, to put the drinks on the table, David and me could see right down your top." I asked her, "And? What did you see?", giggling even more now, her hands in her lap, pushing into her groin, she replied, "Your boobies!" I giggled then and asked, "Oh my, Did you look then? And you David, did YOU look?", Julie giggled out loud and said that SHE did, and David smiled very shyly, going bright red and nodded. I said, "Oh well, as it's you two, I don't mind then. I just hope you liked the view." , and picked up my tea to drink some. Julie then said, that the she liked it a lot, and, so did David, as his thingy is getting big again. I nearly spat my tea back out at that comment, and with a look of mock, 'shock and horror' I said loudly "JULIE! Please," , and blushed red myself, covering my face with one hand as if embarrassed. She got a worse fit of the giggles then. She, thinking that she had made me really embarrassed at her remark. David was now openly giggling along with her. And yes, he did have a lump in his jeans. I turned slightly away from them to emphasize my 'shock' at her comment. Julie then asked David (obviously to increase my 'shock'), in a funny voice, if he really liked what he saw. I gasped and turned to her saying Sshhh, but she covered her mouth with both hands, and leant back quickly on the settee. David looked at me, and said "Yeah, I liked it a lot, can you do it again please." , and himself, burst into a fit of giggles to match his sister's. I feigned total embarrassment at what they were saying, but asked if they wanted me to. They both nodded their heads and said yes! Sitting there, I breathed in smiling, and shook my head, laughingly saying that they were a very naughty boy and girl. To try and calm them down a bit, I asked them both what they were intending to do today. David said that he was going to the park as soon as their mother was awake to meet some friends from school there. Julie said that she wasn't allowed to go to the park on her own yet, so I just nodded, and asked David if he was meeting his girlfriend. He shook his head and told me that he hadn't got a girlfriend. We all giggled about the move he would be making to the senior school at the end of the summer holidays, and that there would be lots of girls there. At this time, there were only 2 more weeks of school left for them both. Just then, the phone rang. It was Janey saying that she was up and about, and might possible live long enough to have her kids back. A good night was it? I asked. She replied, You'll see when you get them back here, and laughed. We hung up, and I scooped up the glasses and tea cup onto the tray, picked it up, and took it to the kitchen. When I got back, Julie complained that I didn't pick the tray up so they could see down my top again, and that started them both to giggling away again. Come on, I chided, let's get you two monsters back to your mother. And off we went.

 

Chapter 2

Janey already had the door open when we got there, so we trooped straight in. She was sitting in her armchair, mug of coffee in one hand, and a cigarette in the other, as we walked into her living room. She said, "I feel bloody rough", I laughed, and replied that it must have been a good night then. She nodded saying that they all ended up at (name)s house, and ended the night with a drinking contest, and that when she called a taxi to leave, 3 of the girls were already asleep on the floor. I shook my head in mock disgust, and said, "You should be like me, I NEVER allow alcohol to pass my lips at all." She replied, "But what else passes those sweet innocent lips I wonder?", I retorted, "Tea, coffee, soft drinks and water, along with good healthy food.", and stuck my tongue out at her. She laughed at that, saying, "You're missing out on a lot my girl, missing out on a lot." I then said that she would have to explain all I am missing later, as on many things, I do so need educating. She called me a bitch for making her laugh and making her hangover thump harder. I giggled and said that it was called payback for a misspent youth on her part. She agreed to that with a laugh. David kissed his mother hello, and then asked if he could go to the park to meet his friends, and without even waiting for a reply, kissed Janey bye bye, and scampered out the door, while she was still considering his question. He was such a funny kid, with a lovely nature, and almost the same sweet smile Julie and Janey had. I asked Janey if she was going to be ok and she said, that, although it would probably take her a couple of hours to come round, she should be. So, I asked her if it would be ok, for Julie to come with me to town for a nose around the shops, and possibly some boy watching. I also assured her, that I would tie a rope around Julie's neck, to make sure she never tried grabbing any of the boys and running off with them. Oooh no, she said, if Julie wanted to run off with any boys she grabbed, let her, as then she wouldn't need to cook for her. Julie stuck her tongue out at Janey, and said she won't run off with anyone, just to make Janey cook. Julie then asked if she should change. I asked why bother, as what she had on was all clean and fresh that morning. She said, "Coz I feel scruffy compared to you". I smiled and sighed, telling her to go on, and hurry up then, or I would go without her. Janey thanked me for offering to take Julie, as she wasn't in any mood for her daughter to try blasting out her music, as she would have done if she stayed. Sitting on the arm of Janey's chair, I said, Don't worry, this is going to cost you BIG time, and giggled. OH? She asked, nudging me gently with her shoulder, WHAT is it going to cost? I said, I told you, I still need educating in many things, smiled, while biting my bottom lip, and wiggled my bum at her. "Dammit Carole, has anyone told you that you're and absolute tease?" "Mmhmm often." I replied. At that Julie came back in, wearing a cute little dress, and her hair pulled back by a pink and white plastic Alice band. with one look at her, my pussy twitched. A lot. Right! I said standing, we're ready to go. See you later Janey, we're off to see the wizard. Have fun, she said, and don't do anything I wouldn't. As we walked out the door I called back, "That leaves a wide scope then", closed her front door, and Julie and I went to the lift. As the lift doors closed, and the machinery started to lower us the 8 floors down, our conversation went like this:- "Carole, guess what?" "What should I guess" "I'm not wearing any knickers either, just like you". I gasped for real at this from Julie, and said "Well, what if boys OR girls see up YOUR dress, and see your thingy bare?", she replied "I want them to!" and wiggled her bum, looking at me. I leant down a bit towards her and lowered my voice a bit, smiled at her and said, "Well, maybe I'll let you walk up the stairs in front of me then.", she giggled and said, "OK then, I'll walk slowly". What had I let myself in for.

We walked the 10 minutes to town hand in hand, and, as I hoped, my nipples were sticking out all the way to town. We went into the small shopping centre, and started looking in the shops there. We attracted a little bit of attention, or at least, my nipples attracted a few stares. And enjoyed ourselves with window shopping. The lingerie shop I normally use, had some new corsets in, so we went inside to see. The manageress, who knew me well enough by now came over and asked if I wanted any help. So I asked her if she had any new quarter cup corsets or bra's in. She led us to a long display rack, explaining that the owner had bought the contents of a bankrupt shop. Oooh I replied maybe some bargains then, and we both laughed. I told her that I hoped there were some of my favourite style. She nodded and said that she had seen some, but as it was another shops stock, there might be problems with size availability. I nodded saying I would have a good look through, and see. She smiled and left us to it. Julie said that she wished SHE was big enough to wear something like these, and I giggled saying that her mother might not like it. It took about 30 minutes of looking through. I found 3sets in my size of suspender belt, bra and thong, and 2 heavy satin corsets. All with quarter cups. I picked them up and carried them to the cash desk, where the manageress took them, and bagged them for me. I also selected 10 packets of the brand of silk stockings I was wearing, 2 of each colour, offered my Credit Card, signed the chit, took back my card and the receipt, and off we went in search of some food and a drink. That meant going up 2 flights of escalators! As we approached them, Julie squeezed my hand and started to get excited, almost jumping up and down. She stopped, and I wondered if anything was wrong. Julie whispered to me asking how she should stand so people could see up her skirt. I almost burst out laughing at that question. It was so unexpected. I thought about it, and showed her, while standing under the moving staircase. Then we walked to the bottom steps. Julie stood on it in front of me, and looked back at me expectantly. I smiled as her head was just level with mine now. She saw, and quickly moved up 3 steps ahead and looked back. I could see the tops of her thighs, and ALMOST see the cheeks of her bum. Then, we were at the top of that flight. As we stepped off, I glanced back as if looking for someone, and there were 2 young teens of about 14 looking up at me. I turned to Julie and told her quietly that I nearly saw, she needed to be 5 steps in front. It must have looked as if she were a young girl trying to upset her older sister by seeming to run off without waiting. But as I stood on the escalator, I was exactly 5 steps behind her, and could see right up to her little pussy. I smiled then, deeply, and she actually seemed to open her legs a bit for my eyes. All to quickly she was stepping off the top, and as I followed, I noticed that the boys were still behind me. Julie asked where we should sit, having grabbed my hand again, and I nodded to a table against the wall. I gave Julie the bag, and taking my cue she sat at the table to 'claim' it for us. I asked what she wanted, and bought us both cheeseburger and fries, with milkshakes. Returning to the table, some scruffy woman, in quite dirty looking clothes, with two horrid kids about 2 and 5, was trying to get Julie to move. I put the tray of food and drink down and told the woman in no uncertain terms (and NOT quietly), to STOP trying to bully my little sister, and leave us alone. I then stood and stared at her. The floor supervisor came over, and I explained that Julie had claimed the table for us to eat, and that IF she DARED tried to get us to move, then she (the supervisor), would be wearing the tray of food AND refunding us IN FULL. 3 other ladies, all with children told the supervisor that Julie was sat there waiting for her sister before the woman came along, so she told the woman to find somewhere else to sit. The woman then started trying to browbeat the supervisor by saying, "Oh that's it, pick on the poor gypsies." I was incensed, as when I was at school, there were 2 REAL Gypsy girls in my class, so I told her, "If you were a REAL gypsy, you would be ashamed of yourself for dressing so dirtily." She glared at me, and swiftly scuttled away to a lot of catcalls. Our town has a very high population of true gypsy's, and a lot were in the restaurant that day, as I knew there would be. We ate our food and I asked Julie if she was ok or frightened. She insisted that she wasn't frightened now I was back, so, I packed all the waste from our food onto the tray, and placed it in the bins. Julie took my hand and wouldn't let me go. I didn't want her to let me go. We walked around the rest of the shops, and into the one that I get my dresses from, but, they had nothing new, nor did they have anything to fit Julie, so we walked out of the centre and started to make our way home. On the way, I suggested that we go through the park, to see if David was in fact trying to chat the girls up. Julie liked that idea so off we went.

We entered the park from the car park end, and walked along the central pathway. Approximately at the midway point to home, there is a café situated on the N - S, E - W paths. We stopped in there to get a cold drink, and, as we came out with them, Julie spotted a group of youngsters about David's age, in a quiet area, alongside the tennis courts. She was even positive her brother was there. As we were walking around the flower beds I told her what I had seen when she was on the stairs, and she blushed beautifully. Did you see my fanny properly? She asked, I told her that I had, and also that it looked really sweet, but, that it was a pity I couldn't have looked for longer. She said that she liked it when she saw mine as I was getting dressed. Good I said. You can look at mine anytime you want to. She looked and smiled. Just then we were almost amongst the group and yes, David was there. 5 boys and 4 girls. We walked over to David, and I offered him a drink of my water. He had been out for ages, and hadn't had a drink in all that time. I asked the others if they'd had anything to drink and they all said no. I shook my head then, told them they should always have water when it is hot, and invited them to my home. David told them who I was, and not 10 minutes later, I was pouring them all drinks. They WERE thirsty. We all sat around chatting, David was sitting on the floor in front of me. As the chatting progressed to talk of the new school year, they were all hoping that they would still all be able to keep in the same class group. That seemed the main concern of all there. To stay together. I was aware that David was looking at my legs again, and so was Julie. She came and sat on my lap. The chat was all around us, and I softly whispered something in Julies ear. Her eyes opened wide with a full open lipped smile at what I told her, and we settled down to wait. The boys, having had their thirsts quenched started to leave in pairs and so did 2 of the girls. That left David, and 2 girls named Sonia, and Becky. They asked me if I really lived here on my own, and I giggled, saying "No, I just broke in to get you lot some free drinks." We all laughed together and I felt Julies legs move. Sonia and Becky were sitting on the settee to my right, side by side, and David was still on the floor in front of me. I moved my legs with Julie. Julie asked the girls if her brother had a girlfriend, and they both said that they didn't think he did. David went a little red now. We moved our legs more together, our legs opened and all David had to do, was look. I asked the girls what their favourite subjects were, and as they were telling us, Julie patted my left arm with her hand. David was staring straight up both our skirts having noticed that we both now had our legs opened, and that neither of us wore knickers. His face was red, and his eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets. He saw me looking and smiling, and I closed my legs along with Julie. The bulge in his jeans told me it had worked. I told the girls that now I had to make sure that Julie got home, and it would probably be a good idea for David to check in with his mother. We all left and I locked the door. Sonia and Becky said goodbye and David, Julie and I got out at their floor, leaving the two to continue down in the lift. David used his key and called out. Janey was back in her living room, but dressed and fully recovered from her hangover now. She got up, and made coffee, and while out of the room, I asked David if he liked the show from Julie and I. He went red again. Just as Janey returned with the coffee.

Janey asked David why he was red, and I said it was because Julie just told me that David fancied me, and I had asked him if it was true. She giggled like mad then, saying he was always talking about me, and of course David went redder at that. It's a bad case of puppy love said Janey. I said it wasn't bad at all, and put my arm around David, pulled him close, and kissed his head. He never tried to pull away from me. He only left to go to his room to play his game machine, and Julie said she was going to see if he would play doubles with her. I thought then, that after seeing her with no knickers, he may want to play more than that. Janey said that at times it was a bit much listening to a lovesick preteen and I giggled. I told her to stop teasing him then, and he might settle down. Her reply stunned me. She said that it would probably work better if I stopped teasing him, and took him in hand. I was totally stumped then at what she was saying, and asked her to use plain English. She came and sat on the arm of the chair I was sitting in, and put her arm over my shoulder. She said she was sorry, she had mistaken things. I grabbed her hand as she tried to pull it back and held her where she was. "Talk to me Janey please. We have known each other for a few years now, so tell me what you meant, please?" She thought about it for a few minutes, looking at me. I sat and waited, still holding her hand. Finally she told me, "David is totally infatuated by you Carole, I even told him that there is always a possibility, that soon, you are going to get a boyfriend. Well, he didn't like that. When he hears you coming down stairs, he tries to think of a reason to go out the same time. It is you that he looks up to, and even Julie has started to look out for you." Wow, this was strong stuff, and I asked Janey what she wanted of me? She shrugged her shoulders, and said, I don't really know, I don't know what YOU want. I did, in a way. But couldn't say it easily. I pulled Janey's arm tighter around me. She held me. I leant my head against her, and she started to stroke my hair. She said, "Bloody good eh? It seems that both my son AND daughter are besotted with you." I asked, "And what about you Janey, Julie told me last night that David had said I had a sexy wiggle when I walked, and said that YOU thought the same." I waited for her answer, and then she said, "yes, that's true." So I asked the question that was now tearing my tongue out. "Janey, What IF, I said I wanted all three of you?" I felt her tighten up. Not pulling away, but pulling me closer to her. I held her hand around me tighter with my left arm, and placed my right hand on her thigh. She drew in breath as my hand settled. Then told me, "If you did, I would love it Carole, yes I want you close, have done for a long time. David and Julie are totally besotted with you. Yes, I would love it." I turned towards her then, knowing exactly what I was going to do. I pulled my legs up under me, knelt up, and softly started to kiss Janey's lips, so soft, so inviting, I wanted her, I wanted David, I wanted Julie. DID all three want me? I let my hand slowly slide to Janey's titty, feeling her nipple harden under my touch. Her titty was quite firm to feel, and her nipple erect and large. I pulled Janey to me, and slid my hand under her top, she wasn't wearing a bra, so, slowly and gently, I lifted her top, exposing her titties to my eyes. Lowering my head, I licked her nipple, the areola was maybe an inch across, but her nipple was as large as mine. I ran the tip of my tongue around her areola, flicking it over her nipple before sucking it into my mouth. She gasped and her head was thrown back, I bit gently on the nipple in my mouth, at the same time pinching and rolling the other with finger and thumb. "Tell me Janey, Tell me what you want me to do for David." She replied, haltingly, with gasping breath, "I want you to take his cock, I want you to take his cum, I want you to fuck him." I shivered like I had never shivered before. My legs were like jelly. My tummy was turning somersaults. My pussy was twitching, rippling, trying to grip something that wasn't there. "And what do you want me to do about Julie?" Janey replied, "Love her, teach her, lick her" She was gasping, her breathing as ragged as mine, she was shaking like a leaf in a storm. "And, what do you want me to do about you?" She said, "Fuck me, love me, let me fuck you, let me love you" I was not even touching her pussy, just suckling one nipple, and pinching and twisting the other, yet she came in my arms. Her orgasm tearing through her, causing her to shake harder, I placed my lips over hers, and her cum had her moaning in my mouth. I stood, gently tugging her to stand with me. She was a good 3 inches shorter than I at 5 feet 5 inches, a little slimmer, her titties a cute B cup, and now I stood, my full 5 feet 8 inches, plus 4 inch heels. I knew I was an imposing height to many at college even. And now standing there, I asked her if she wanted to be there when David entered my virgin pussy? She looked into my eyes, and I said yes, I have never had a cock inside me before, so do you want to be there? She nodded enthusiastically. I was shaking now, "Do you want to be there when I make love to Julie?" Her legs almost gave way then, but she looked into my eyes and nodded. I gently guided her along the hallway to her front door. I called David and Julie, and Janey almost collapsed completely. They came to the door, and saw their mother and I in an embrace, they were confused, I cleared my throat, and looked at the both standing there, asking David if he had his key. He nodded. "We are going upstairs kids, your mother and I have something to say and show you there. David and Julie moved with Janey and I to the lift, the car arrived, and we travelled up one floor. I opened my front door, and all 4 of us entered, the door softly clicking shut behind us.

 

Chapter 3

In the living room, I sat all three of them on the settee, with Janey in the middle, David to her left, and Julie to her right. Both kids were obviously looking a bit nervous, so, I went to the kitchen, and brought in 4 glasses, and a 2 litre bottle of coke. I stood at the table, bent, and poured the coke. I looked up and smiled as I saw all three were looking down my top. I told Janey how, that very morning, I had been in much the same position, with 2 little pairs of eyes, looking as now, into the open top of my dress. I also told her, what David and Julie had said of it, that they both had made me blush with their comments. And I also told her, that both admitted to wanting to see more. She was giggling and, with an arm around each of her lovely sweet babies, hugged them closer, the more to show that she was NOT mad at them for anything. Even commenting that she herself would have wanted to see more also. Julie related to Janey what had happened when I found out that she, Julie, was watching me get dressed through the open door to my room, and all that she had seen. Feigning shock, with lots of laughter, Janey told Julie that she was indeed jealous not to have been here herself. I moved with my drink, to sit on the arm of the settee right next to David. Taking a sip of my drink, I asked David if he really wanted to see more of me, as I had been talking to his mother while he and his sister were in his room with his game machine, and that she was ok with what was now happening. He looked at Janey, who smiled and lovingly told him that it was true, and, that it was OK. He looked back to me and said that he did want to see more. I tingled inside as he told me, his eyes were looking now at my titties, so, I took his hand and had him stand, allowing me to sit where he had been, and pulled him back to my lap. I held him close with my left arm, and told them all, that I am now going to tell them what I would like to do, and what I would like to have happen. All three relaxed, with Julie now moving to her mothers lap so she and David were facing each other. Janey and I both sat back in our seats, our thighs touching, each of us with a little one on our laps being cuddled. I started to explain:-, "David, your mother has told me all that she wants for you, and Julie?, this also includes you too sweetie," I started, "Firstly, as I have already said to Julie today, and I'll say it now so all are clear, I like to be looked at. I dress as I do because of it." They nodded that they understood, "From now on, I will also show BOTH of you, anything. Anything at all that you want to see." Julie was looking at me, with her cute little mouth open, and David with his eyes wide. I continued, "I not only like to be looked at. I have read books, with stories of ladies and girls, who like to be told what to do. The stories I have read, have made me realise now, that I WANT to be told, I WANT to be ordered, to do things. All sorts of things. I want to be told what to wear. I want to be told what NOT to wear. And, I want to be told, by you David." He looked at me with his eyes and mouth wide open, and so I asked Janey if she was ok with it all so far. She rested her hand on David's and said "It's ok darling, you can do anything, and say anything to Carole. You can have her do whatever you want. Would you like to have a girl that would so anything for you that you wanted?" He was unsure, but looked at me, and then back to Janey and nodded his head, saying that Yeah, he'd like a girl to do as he said, and show him stuff when he wanted. It was definitely getting to him, as his jeans now had a lump in them where his cock was. I continued, "Well I will try, to do ANYTHING you order me to do, and show you anything you want. I also want to do anything you want me to do, and I would like you to do whatever you want with me." He asked, "Anything? You'll let me do anything I want with you?", I smiled as I nodded and said that yes, ANYTHIING at all. "What if I want to see your boobies?" he asked, his face turning really red now. I replied, "Then all you have to do, is to TELL me, ORDER me, to open my top, and show you my titties, and I will." He looked at Janey, he was licking his lips nervously, and Janey smiled at him, squeezing his hand with hers, and said, "See? You now have the chance to do ALL the things you have wanted to do with Carole. There is no need anymore to just wonder IF she would like you. She does, and you can do anything you want now." He nodded, and I looked at Julie who just sat there, gawping, hardly able to believe what she was hearing, either from me, or from her own mother. David looked down at the rug for a while, and just as I was about to ask him if he was OK, he looked up at Janey, and then to me.

He licked his lips, and said to me, "Carole, I want to see your boobies, can you open your top please?"

I thought, and said, "No David, if you ASK me, I wont do it. You have to TELL me. You have to ORDER me to do what you want, or I won't do it,"

My God, I was trembling so hard, my hands, legs, and even my head were shaking hard. I felt so wanton like this. I wanted this preteen boy to order me to do things, and best of all I knew, that if he did, I would do whatever he wanted, and enjoy it. I felt like I did when I read those books about Dominance and submission that I had found in my mothers closet. I was tingling so much in my pussy, I felt that, had I opened my legs I would have flooded the floor. I waited for David, wondering what, and IF he would be able to say or do. The suspense was so much, that even Janey and Julie said nothing at all, just waiting for something to happen. David took some drink, licked his lips again, more nervously than before, and said, "Carole. Open your top, and show me your boobies."

Both Janey and Julie, tensed up as much as I did, the moment David made his order to me, waiting, to see what happened. I looked at my top and said, "Yes David, I will do as you told me,"

I unbuttoned the bustier of my dress, and slowly pulled it open to fully reveal my titties to David's open mouthed gaze. He was looking from my titties to Janey and Julie, and Janey said, "You see Davey? Carole did just as you told her to do."

He smiled nodding his head, and actually asked his mother if I would let him touch my boobies. Janey giggled and said that he should ask me.

"Can I touch them please Carole?"

I replied, "It isn't up to me David, it is up to YOU. You can order me to do anything, and I will. Then, you can do anything you want to me. I will NOT try to stop you from doing anything. Not ever!"

Slowly, ever so slowly, his hand rose to my titties. Both Janey and Julie were holding their breath, and I realised that I was too. David looked at my face, I tried to plead to him with my eyes, to touch me. He looked at his mother, who could only nod to him, and then, like a bolt of electricity striking me, his hand curved softly over my titty, and squeezed gently. At the very first sensation of his touch, I gasped loudly, my head threw back, and I thrust my titties out, automatically, to get more pressure and pleasure from his hand and fingers. As slowly as his hand came to my titty, he snatched his hand away with speed, looking shocked ,I realised, at my reaction. I cooed to him softly to reassure him, that I had enjoyed his touch.

"Oh David, it's ok sweetheart, I wanted your hand on my titty and liked the feel of your touch so much, I couldn't keep still. Do it as much as you want. You made it all feel so nice."

His hand came back to my titty slowly, so softly was he touching me, I was literally mewing with delight, to feel this preteen's hand caressing me like this, with his mother and sister looking on, was so wrong, it was absolutely delicious. He asked, "Do you like this Carole?"

I replied that yes, I loved the feeling of his hand on my titty, I loved the feeling of his fingers on my nipple, and I asked him please, do not stop. Please, use both hands. He turned on my lap slightly, and then indeed did, start to use both hands, one on each of my titties. I was lost in the sensations of feeling, what appeared to be, little sparks of electricity exploding inside my titty flesh, as his hands caressed, stroked, squeezed and moulded them. I opened my eyes, and when I saw that he was looking at me, I said, "I bet that even mummy and Julie would like to be ordered to show you THEIR titties as well. If you want to see them do it, ORDER them to, just like you did top me. I bet you, that they will do it, and love to show you as much as I am."

He thought a little, looked and Janey and Julie, who were both sitting there waiting, silent except for their breathing, and looking at him, and then, "Mummy, Julie, show me your titties now."

Both of them seemed to jump a little, but BOTH of them said, "Yes David"

And Janey pulled her top off over her head, she had been braless, and as her titties came into view, her nipples erect and sticking straight out from her areola, she again sat back, her left hand on my thigh, her right arm around her daughter. Julie unbuttoned the front of her dress, opened it up, and removed her arms from the shoulder straps, allowing the dress to fall to her waist, her little pink nipples looking as if they were trying to stick out of her almost flat little chest. David looked at them both, and, keeping his right hand on my right titty, he leaned over, and started to touch Janey's nipple, using the very tips of his fingers. Janey gasped then, and pushed her titties out to him. David then, moved his hand to Julie's nipples, and using just fingertips on his little sister, softly flicked her nipples as well, making her giggle and hunch her shoulders at this delightful but unknown feeling in her chest. David seemed to get more confidant now, and, asked his mother, "Can I do the same things to you and Julie as I can do with Carole?"

Janey nodded and said, "You can do anything you want to me too Davey. All you have to do, is order me, and I'll do it."

David looked at Julie, and she was giggling, the whole scenario seeming one of delightful exciting amusement to her. But she said to him, "I want to be told to do things too, it's naughty and fun"

We stayed there like that for ages, David, taking it in turns to play with Janey's and Julies nipples, but always holding my titty, alternating now and again, between my left and right ones. He then stated to us, that he would like to see us all take our clothes off. I explained, that he had to order each of us, as he had done with showing our titties. So first he looked at Julie.

"Take your dress completely off Julie."

She jumped straight off of Janey's lap, and slid her dress down, and stepping out of it, placed it on the settee behind her. Janey looked at her shocked for a moment, and asked why she had no knickers on, to which Julie blushed and told her that she had taken her knickers off, when she put her dress on, to come with me to the shops. Janey burst out laughing, and asked her if anyone had seen her fanny, and Julie said that she thought only I had seen it, bust wasn't sure. I told Janey about the boys that followed us all the way from the ground floor, up 2 flights of escalators, before they disappeared. She giggled happily at that, and shook her head. Then David said to Janey, "Mummy, take off your skirt and knickers."

Janey was brought back to earth by this order, but, did as she was told. She stood, undid the waist hook and zipper of her skirt, and blushingly slid both skirt and knickers down, raising first one foot and then the other foot, to step out of them, and placed them with Julies dress. Now, David had his mother completely naked, and his sister, sitting on her mothers lap, also naked, except for a cute pair of knee high white socks. Then David looked at me, much more confidence in him now, and said, "Carole, remove your dress."

My pussy gave a twitch inside as he said that, and I leant forwards, kissed his cheek, gently moved him from my lap, stood, and removed my dress as he had ordered. Well not JUST as he had ordered! Once I was stood, my titties were on a level with his face, as I turned towards him. I slowly opened 2 more buttons on the front of my dress, and softly wiggling my hips, and tugging lightly at the material, I eased the dress over my hips, and allowed it to slide down my thighs, exposing my shaved, smooth pussy to his eyes. Slowly, I raised one leg and then the other, as I stepped from my dress, folded it carefully, and placed it on the arm of the settee. I then stood before him, and his mother and sister, and ran my hands slowly from my shoulders, to under my titties, lifting them slightly, and ran my fingers over my nipples. Then, down, over my cupless corset, at my tummy, over and around my hips, parting my legs, and sliding my fingers over my baby bald pussy to the tops of my thighs. I caressed my stocking tops, turned round, facing away from all three of them, and keeping my legs solid straight, my feet about a meter apart, I bent slowly, and obscenely at the hips, until I could touch the floor with the palms of my hands. To this wanton and slutty display I was giving all three of them, I received gasp, after gasp, "oh my Gods", and a series of the sharpest intakes of breaths possible. I slowly stood back up and turned to David. Looking down, I saw that his bulge was positively throbbing. I stepped closer to him, my nipples almost at the right height to poke him in both eyes, and placed my hands on his shoulders, moving them slowly up to softly cup his face, and asked him if he liked what he saw. He was speechless, just looked at me with his eyes wide open, and nodded, with no sound whatever from his lips. I asked him then, if he needed to calm down a bit, and just cuddle. He nodded again, so I sat back down, pulled him back to my lap, and held him close, softly stroking his hair.

It took a while for David's breathing and shaking to calm down, and so we just chatted with giggles and not a little laughter about my display for them all, and about his mother and Julie BOTH being good girls, and doing as they were told for David. Janey was saying that she now knew where her daughter had got it from, to go to town with no knickers on, that I was a complete show off, and that she loved the little show I put on, especially as how long she had waited herself to see me like this. I asked David AND Julie, if they liked it better that I wore my corset and stockings, or would the prefer it if I was totally naked. They both admitted that they preferred the lingerie, with Julie wishing SHE could have some her size. David then stated that HE would prefer it if all three of us wore lingerie like mine, as it felt nice when he touched the material and the bare skin next to each other. Janey then said, that indoors, she only had ONE set of lingerie, and that it too was a quarter cupped bra, with matching suspender belt, a thong, but that she had no stockings. A delicious feeling of lust ran through me then, and I asked what colour the set was. She told us it was a purple satin set, with black lace. I asked David to come with me, and, leading by the hand, went to my bedroom, where I had placed the bag of corsets and lingerie from town. I fished in the bag, and pulled a packet of black silk stockings out, and gave them to David.

"Give those to Mummy, and order her to go home naked, put the lingerie on, and then come back. She will have to walk down the stairs with your key, check that no-one else is on your landing, and get into the flat before someone sees her. Then, she will have to get back here."

He was grinning from ear to ear over this. Telling me it was a good plan, and, taking the key from his pocket, we walked back to the others. Janey and Julie were looking at us as we crossed to the living room, and then David stood in front of Janey, held out the stockings and key and said, "Mummy, take these, go down stairs, and indoors. Then put the bra, suspender belt and stockings on, and come back here. You are to leave your clothes there."

Janey looked as if she was going to cry almost, I reminded her that, if she was careful, and no-one was around the landing, she could easily get from the stairwell to her door and back again, without being seen. I was grinning at her reaction, and so was David, and Julie was hiding her face behind her hands. I said that Julie should be careful, as David MIGHT order her to go with her mother, and her eyes almost burst out from her head, which made David and I giggle all the more. To her credit, albeit mortified of stepping out of my flat, and the chance of being spotted, she did as her son ordered her to do. While she was gone, I put three large deep pan pizza's in the oven, switched it on, and prepared the coffee maker. I opened the patio doors, and checked carefully. This was something I had never before even considered, as I first checked left and right. No there wasn't any buildings with the ability to over look the balcony. Then I checked how easy it would be, for people in cars and walking along the beachside footpath, to see up to what went on here on the balcony. I decided that, while it would be possible for people to see something, it would really only be IF, it was because someone was stood right against the balcony wall and railing. Gingerly, Julie came and looked too, and even said that no-one would really see if we were sunning naked out there. I thought it amazing really. For almost three years I had lived here, and yes, I had sat out there with shorts and a bikini top, and never even bothered before to check if I could be seen or overlooked. It just goes to show, what we all take for granted really. The coffee maker was bubbling away, like a wounded creature in it's death throes when Janey came back. Her face now a mixture of triumph and excitement. No-one had been around to see her, either going in or coming out of the flat. A pity really I said, and laughed. I would have so found it funny had she been caught. David and Julie laughed, and Janey poked her tongue out at me. I did look, because I had to, and was greatly pleased that David had been calmed by the humour of his mothers predicament and by my getting some food ready. Just the change of happenstance helped a lot. Janey came with me to the kitchen to help with the coffee and food. She spanked my bum playfully for scheming up that last prank, and I turned, held myself close to her, and kissed her delicately, one hand on her sift bum pulling her towards me. We kissed like that for just a couple of minutes, as the coffee was now ready, and the oven timer had 'dinged'. As we plated the food, and sorted the drinks, I explained about the balcony, and the level of privacy there. We carried the laden trays to the balcony, David and Julie had set 4 chairs to one of the three oval tables kept there, with coasters on the table and paper serviettes. Pizza, being 'finger food', I also brought from the kitchen a packet of baby wipes I kept for such foods. We ate, kidded and laughed together, and when all was done, cleared the dishes to the dish washer, cleaned up, and returned to the settee, with fresh drinks, coffee for Janey and I, and coke for David and Julie. Just as I was about to sit, the phone rang. It was my father, and he heard Julie asking Janey something, Daddy asked if I was entertaining, and thoughts of an appropriate answer crossed my mind, I immediately said, "quick guys, my father is coming up in the lift, get the bottles of booze hidden." He immediately guffawed at this, sadly it was right into my ear from the phone. I told him it was Janey, David and Julie from downstairs (Whom he had met before) and that we had just shared pizza. His booming reply was to the tune of Good for you lot, I hope it gives you all indigestion. I told him to imagine now, all 4 of us poking our tongues out at him. This time, I was able to remove the phone from my ear before he laughed again, so saving my eardrums. Janey and her kids had met my father on several occasion, and liked his sense of humour. If I was pushed to have to describe him it would be:- Imagine a grizzly bear, with a seemingly permanent ruddy complexion, quick to laugh at 500 decibels, finding even the most ridiculous thing to be worthy of humour, never saying a bad thing about anyone, and jollying all along to enjoy themselves. An old style English Gentleman, tipping his hat to any lady, even, and including, now that I dress sweetly in the clothing of his most favourite era, my own good self (He never criticised, but I knew he HATED my dabble in the Goth/Punk fashion mix of the late 90s). He then told me, that for the last few months he had been carefully studying my personal spending on his credit card. I gulped audibly, and he chuckled, saying that he was pleased at the frugality I showed when presented with more than amble opportunity to "Spend, Spend, and Spend again" and as such, was coming to see me for lunch at his favourite restaurant on Monday, if I was able to get away from College. I was able, and did. I asked what it was about, and he just said that it was a surprise, and left it at that. So, after the usual love you's and kisses, he rang off. I cradled the phone wondering for a few seconds before replacing it. Janey asked if all was OK, and I replied I think it is. If it was anything bad, he wouldn't have said but, he also wouldn't have been so jovial. In fact, he sounded positively over the moon about something. Must have found himself a young girlfriend then, Janey joked. We all laughed at that. Still, Monday would tell. My father owned and still lived, on the family farm. When all the "set aside" and limits to farming was brought in, he quite shrewdly diverted the design of the farm to other venture. Filed Sports. First a shooting school. Not at live animals, but at the clay pigeons for sport only. Then he had a mineral company come, take all the sand and gravel, and leave huge hole in the fields. These filled with water, and he then created a complete fishery, which now encompassed over 40 lakes and ponds. Four of the lakes were turned over to trout angling. Twelve smallish ponds to fish rearing, and the rest to a sequence of pleasure angling on the purchase of a day ticket. He bred and reared his own trout, both for the lakes, and supply of fresh and smoked trout to many of the local fishmongers, hotels, guesthouses and restaurants. This side of it was rapidly increasing to the point where, if he wasn't careful, demand could easily outstrip supply. He had started building the new business just after marrying my mother, and by now, some 18 years down the line, had a business that surpassed the old cereal farm in financial income. Janey didn't know all this at the time, just that he was a "Gentleman Farmer". We four got back to our own business, and I couldn't help it, I just reached for David's head, pulled him gently to me, and kissed his lips. Julie started her own little chant of "David's got a girlfriend" and he blushed, but smiled at me as I nodded to him. His hands were soon busy again with my titties, and Janey and Julie were cuddling close just watching as David began to make me moan lustily with is ministrations of my titties and nipples.

 

Chapter 4

At one time, he leant over to Janey, pinched her nipple between finger and thumb, and tugged slightly. Janey gave a low moan from the back of her throat, and her eyes closed, with her lips giving a long low yeeeesssss. David asked if she liked that, and she told him that yes, she liked it a lot, even to the point of having her titties and nipples hurt a lot more than that. This time, David pinched her nipple harder than before and pulled gently, increasing the pulling slowly, stretching her nipple out from her titty, and for the first time gave his mother and orgasm. She herself was pulling back from HIS pulling, until suddenly, her eyes opened and she started to shake and moan, almost shaking Julie from her lap. Afterwards, she said, that she was often able to cum from nipple play alone. David's cock was now rock hard, and again tenting his jeans, and I was feeling particularly horny and nasty. I put my lips to his ear and whispered, "Would you like to do it with me? Would you like to push your cock into me? Would you like to FUCK me?"

His eyes almost popped from his head, he nodded vigorously. Janey and Julie were silent, so I stood, and holding David's hand in mine and beckoning Janey

and Julie to follow, I led David to my bedroom. As I had already told Janey, I was still a virgin. I had never had a cock inside me before. The odd male

finger, AND girls ones, my own, definitely, but never, a real cock. I had wanked two boys off the previous year, so knew that when a boy cums, his sperm shoots out in white ropes. But, that was it. What else I knew, came from reading those books I found in my mothers closet, and the sure found knowledge, of how sensitive my pussy was, and how easily I orgasmed from the slightest touch. I lay on my back, my knees drawn up, and thighs wide open, as Janey explained about the female pussy to David AND Julie. They were both between my thighs, and looking with great interest. She showed them how to gently stroke and probe. How to push back the hood to my clitty, and with fingers slicked from my own juices, how to rub this powerhouse of pleasure in gentle, circular movements. All this she did, keeping me almost at my peak, but never going over the edge to orgasm. She explained to David that, as it was his first time, he would probably get halfway in and cum. It was normal, she said, for it to happen like that. And that because he was so young, he would get hard again really quickly. She told him that once he had his cock inside me, to stop, and relax, get used to it slowly, but I had other ideas. Not then, as I was more than happy with Janey guiding what was to happen. David stripped off his clothes, and Janey gasped aloud at his erect, circumcised cock. I looked now for the first time, and saw that it was almost as big as the two boys I had wanked off. With Janey on one side of me, and Julie watching from the other, He got between my legs, and brought his cock to my pussy opening. My outer lips were open from the position of my thighs, my inner lips because of the attention they had received, and my juices had soaked all over them, and was even now, I felt, running down to my puckered bum hole. On Janey's guidance, David positioned himself, and with his mother guiding his cock, his slow and gentle push saw his cock slide all the way into me, driving the breath from my body. Our pelvic bones squeezed together, he stopped, and relaxed, staying still inside me, and all I could think about, was that I had my first cock in my pussy. Janey guided my legs. I lifted them so my thighs were alongside David's body and my ankles, on her guidance, locked over the small of his back. Then, he moved. Only slightly, but it sent a thrill, rippling through my pussy like no finger ever did before. I pulled back with my ankles, and pulled him straight back into me. DEEP. Then I exploded, I was rocking him in and out of my pussy and almost screaming at him to fuck me. He did. It was only about 40 seconds, but I was almost yelling at the top of my voice for him to, "FUCK ME DAVID, FUCK MY PUSSY, FUCK MY CUNT, SHOOT YOUR SPERM INTO ME" I came like never before. It was a blinding flash of sparks and lightning. Janey was rubbing my clitty (which had set me off, especially as I was kept at my peak by her), David was ramming it into me, and I just orgasmed, it washed over me like a wave. As I was cumming myself, I felt I was being peed in, like the feeling I got when using the shower to masturbate, and the water was going inside me. 1, 2, 3, 4 ,5 ,6 times I felt it. Then David pushed a final time, his cock imbedded in my pussy to the hilt, and I knew, that which I had felt, was his sperm shooting in my pussy. My back was arched, head pushed hard into the pillow, my legs locked over his back, pulling him into me. And I was shaking, gasping, trembling, shivering, raged breathing, eyes unfocussed and closed tight. And I screamed.

I was crying. Tears of joy. Tears of pleasure. I wanted it again. And again. Julie was at my side, worriedly trying to cuddle me. I kissed her and smiled. I looked at David, his hair plaster to his forehead with seat. The I turned my head to Janey. She was smiling into my eyes. I adjusted my legs slightly, the lower of my ankles on David's bum, and I used that to pull him into me fully. His cock not even deflating. I kissed him then, on the lips, thanking him for what he did Using my right hand, I softly pulled Janey's head to mine. Our lips met, and we kissed deeply, our tongues dancing a lover's dance, and as we broke our kiss, David was kissing Julie. It seemed such a natural thing to do. David withdrew from me, and Janey immediately licked up the excess sperm from her son. Cleaning my pussy, and, making me orgasm again, to the shock and delight, of both David and Julie. Three times Janey made me cum, and at last, lifting her head from my pussy, I allowed my head to collapse on the pillow. Janey snuggled up to me with a wet, pussy juice and sperm smile on her lips, I kissed her, tasting myself and David on her lips. David was still hard, his cock throbbing at the sight of his mother licking my pussy and making me cum as she did. I looked at it throbbing, twitching, and pointing straight out and up. I then said to David, that it was mummy's turn now. He smiled and crawled over to Janey, his cock brushing against her leg. Her face was showing a turmoil of thoughts, I pulled her head to me and kissed her. With a hushed voice she whispered to me that she wasn't on the pill. I whispered back that neither was I, and she said, but I'm his mother. I kissed her again, just as David's cock entered her. As I broke that kiss, and David was now pumping his cock fully in and out of her body, I whispered in her ear, "Being his mother will be all the more exciting, with us knowing, and no-one else will. We can get pregnant together, David's babies growing safe in our tummy's" As I was whispering this, Julie was watching David's cock in Janey's pussy, and I was rubbing her clitty as fast as I could. Janey orgasmed on David's cock, with a long drawn moan. It started in the back of her throat, grew to a snarl, and as her body started to shake and tremor, she came hard. Her legs gripping David and forcing him in deeper. Her hands pulling him to her. Incoherent mumblings. And an open mouthed sigh to finish. David pumped his cock into her pussy, and from my hand between them, I felt and counted four definite 'pumps' of his cock into Janey's belly. Janey pulled her legs up high, raising her bum from the bed, and asked me to place some pillows under her bum. I did, and now she was laying there with her lower body higher than the upper. I looked quizzically, and she said with a smile, that it would keep David's sperm inside her for longer. I kissed her and smiled, with my mouth, my eyes and my heart.

Having seen us being fucked by her brother's cock, Julie smiled, and asked if it was her turn now. Janey and I lifted our heads quickly in surprise. I asked Julie if she really wanted to be fucked by David's cock, and she said that, yes, she knew he wouldn't tell anyone else, so no-one would know. Janey giggled then, and said that it might be a few minutes, as David wasn't a machine and needed a little rest now. I followed the direction of Janey's gaze, and sure enough, David's cock was now soft. Julie pouted, and flounced on the bed next to me, folding her arms across her chest, and just kneeling there. I laughed, pulled her into a kiss, so soft and sweet, and told her that IF David wanted to, then SHE would have the next hard-on he got. She perked up, and asked David if he would. He stated, yes but I need a drink first. We all laughed with him on that one, and got off the bed. Walking to the kitchen, I felt a dribble on the inside of my thigh, I wiped it with a finger, and looked, smiled, and sucked it off my finger. It was a drop of David's sperm. I turned to look at Janey, and she had some literally running down her legs. She smiled as I dropped to my knees, and licked her thighs and pussy clean, just as she did for me. I decide that day, that I liked the taste of cum. Well, David's cum at least. In the kitchen, coffee on, drinks for David and Julie, I glanced at the clock. Oh My God. It was just turned 8pm. Where on earth had the time gone? I took Julie and David's drinks to them, and mentioned to Janey to look at the clock. She gasped, and looked at me with her mouth open in surprise. Then we both collapsed in each other's arms laughing, much to the consternation of David and Julie. It's true. Time really DOES fly when you're having fun. David had switched the TV on. Typical male. Three naked females around him, and his nose goes into the TV. Once we had our coffee, I asked Janey to come and sit with me at the computer. It was the very latest model, with all 'the bells and whistles' my father called it. It was bought to assist with my college studies, and he made sure it was fully loaded with EVERYTHING. I connected to the internet, and in answer to Janey's question, I said I was looking for lingerie in Julie's size, as she was a bit down hearted at not having anything. It was bloody hard work. We looked for ages on the search engines, and nothing came to light. Janey had the idea of altering some existing items, as she was a trainee seamstress before she married and had the kids. It just seemed to me, that there is nothing commercially noted for preteens. As I switched off the PC, we went back to the living room, and was greeted with a wondrous sight. Julie had got fed up with waiting for "Her Turn", and had teased David mercilessly by playing with his cock as they sat watching the TV. She was now sitting on his lap, with her back to him, and already had more than half of his cock inside her pussy. She was gently moving in a slight up and down motion, and David was holding her bum, to stop her sliding too far down. Janey quickly took over the situation. She told Julie to stay still a second, and, using some juice from her own pussy, wiped it with her fingers onto David's cock. I sat next to them, and helped David hold her up, and with the help from Janey, Julie finally managed to take all of David, and sit properly. But this was a bit limited for them, as they never had the experience to actually do anything other than JUST sit. I switched the TV off, and giggling about our impatient little nymphomaniac, we went to my room.

Once in my room, I pulled out a bottle of baby oil, which Janey used to rub over Julie's pussy, also working some inside her. Once she was ready, I applied some to David's cock, and with Janey's help guiding his cock, he slowly entered Julie's nine year old pussy. The first half of his cock was no problem, but, for the second half, she wasn't fully opened enough. Thankfully, David was mature enough to go slow, a little at a time. He had about three quarters of his cock inside her, when he came. His cock flexing and tensing as his sperm was squirted into her pussy, but he never pushed. He stayed still, as her pussy was filled with his cum, and started to overflow. Once he had cum, Janey licked Julie's pussy clean, AND made her cum twice, while I cleaned David. Janey whispered to me that she was NOT going to scold them for what could have been so painful for Julie, as the bad bit had been avoided. We cuddled up, and David was soon hard again, and, unwilling to leave him like that (of course), I kissed him, and manoeuvred him between my thighs, his cock sliding into me, my legs enwrapped him, and we lay like that, gently rocking, with Janey and Julie beside us, and Julie being shown how to pleasure her mothers pussy. Just laying there and rocking was more than enough stimulation on my pussy to give me two full orgasms, and when David was ready to cum, I asked him if he had liked my dirty talk, and he said it made him feel really good that first time. This time, I wasn't screaming in the throes of orgasm, but, I still used every nasty word I could think of for him.

"Fuck me David baby, Fuck my pussy for me, Fuck you cock hard into my cunt, shoot all your sperm in my cunt and make me have a baby" I think that last bit did it for him, as he really started to go faster then. "With your sperm in my pussy, you'll make me pregnant David, You'll have your baby growing inside my belly" And he came. He had not long ago cum into Julie's pussy, but now he was ramming his cock on and out of my pussy so fast, his bum was a blur. When he started to shoot his sperm into my waiting and willing pussy, he pushed in hard, and I felt his cock pulse 5 full times, and, I was certain that I felt his sperm splash high up in my pussy at each throbbing pulse. He lay on me like that, for quite a while, and I didn't want to let him go. It was just so lovely feeling him stay inside me until his cock deflated too much, before finally slipping out. I then used the trick I had seen Janey use, pulled my knees high, and had David place pillows under my bum. Lying there, Janey asked if I truly wanted to be pregnant. I looked at her and smiled telling her that yes, I did, as long as it was David's baby. Julie, had snuggled into Janey's embrace , and was even now asleep. David beside me, was snuggled against me, on his left side, his right hand resting on my tummy. Janey and I whispered to each other, for ages. She told me that, when she first saw me at nearly 14, she wanted me. It was hard that night. But we did manage to kiss a little.

We awoke Sunday morning at just after 8am. All four of us, still snuggled together. My back ached a bit, and I found I still had the pillow under my bum. It gave me a funny thrill, knowing that David's sperm had been in my pussy all night long. I had read that sperms can live a few days in a pussy, and wondered just WHEN my time of ovulation was. All I knew, was that I had finished my last period 10 days ago. My stirring woke David, and I needed to pee. I whispered to David that I needed to go, and sleepily, he got out of bed, and I slowly stood trying not to disturb Janey and Julie. I kissed David, and said thanks for letting me out or we would have had a wet bed. He giggled like hell with his hand over his mouth trying to be quiet. I rushed into the loo, sat down and felt something draining from my pussy. Looking between my legs, I saw a thick, pale fluid dripping from me, and realised it was David's sperm. Just then, David came in, and stood near me looking as if he wanted to pee too. He looked at me, and then down over my titties to my tummy. I asked him if he wanted to see? He came over with a smile and I opened my legs as I let my flow go. The relief was almost like an orgasm in itself, and David seemed a little sad when I finished. I reached out and took hold of his cock, and asked him if he wanted to pee as well. He said yeah, he was busting, so I aimed his cock at my tummy, sat right back on the seat, and told him to just do it. He held onto my shoulders, and started to pee, I aimed it onto my tummy, letting it run over my pussy, and into the bowl. I liked the feeling of this, it felt nice. Hot pee on my tummy, and running down was thrilling. Once he had finished, we both jumped into the shower, washed and rinsed, and was ready for drying off. No Towels. They were still in the airing cupboard, and I had forgotten them. We snuck out of the bathroom, into the hallway, and took two big fluffy ones from the cupboard. I took out two extra's and laid them on the foot of the bed for Janey and Julie when they awoke. I walked into the kitchen towelling my hair, set the coffee to brewing, and stood with my back to the main cupboard. David came in, and stood in front of me with his towel around his waist. I dropped my towel on a stool, and placing my hands around his shoulders, I pulled him to me. Leaning back against the cupboard door, I opened my legs and pulled David closer, so that he was leaning on me, his head resting onto my titties. I felt so comfortable like that, holding him close, his arms around my waist, me stroking his hair, it was lovely.

"Did you like being told what to do last night Carole?" he asked "It made me feel great David, it made me feel like a naughty girl" I smiled resting my head on his.

"I liked it that you, mummy and Julie did as I told you, it felt sexy and naughty all in one" "I fully understand baby, it IS naughty, and so much fun to do" I said with a wiggle of my bum "Yeah, but I'd like to have you do something like that in front of my friends" "Oh would you? They might tell on us." "not the ones that came here when you gave them something to drink, they're all ok." "well, we'll have to see what happens, won't we" I kissed his hair and held him tight. What he had said, made me tingle again. Could I really do things like that in front of others. Maybe flashing my titties and pussy was ok, I KNOW I could do that. I liked the thought of allowing young boys a good look at my titties and pussy, imagining hard little cocks being rubbed thinking about me. My pussy was getting wet again.

We heard the shower start up and the toilet flush. Janey and Julie were up. I reached for David's chin, and turned his face to mine, lowered my head, and kissed his lips softly, little pecks, and as he held me tighter, I sucked softly on his bottom lip, drawing it in between my own, and softly nibbling on it. We only broke from our embrace when the shower turned off, and I moved to pour the coffee. David and I had just sat on the settee, he with his towel around his waist and I naked, when Janey walked in and said that she smelt the coffee, I giggled and said yes, yours is on the table here, David had tea and another tea was waiting Julie, who followed her mother in and skipped to the table for a drink. Janey sat on the arm of the settee next to me, and I lifted my head for a kiss. David asked if I liked kissing his mummy, and I said yes I did, just as I liked kissing you this morning, waiting for the coffee. Janey laughed and asked me if I was leading her son astray, with a wicked grin over the rim of my coffee cup I said, and you, and your daughter too. It was Julie who asked the question that was on the tip of my tongue.

"Mummy, what will happen if we do get pregnant with David's babies?" Janey looked at me then, and all I could do, was to place my right hand on her tummy, just below her tummy button, and rubbing softly in circles, I closed my eyes in excitement, and shivered at the thought that here, a baby, made by her and her own son could be growing. Janey replied to Julie with, "I think baby that you might be a bit too young yet to actually get pregnant. Carole and I are old enough, and I think Carole WANTS to have David's baby, the thing is honey, I also want Carole to have David's baby, and to have one for him myself too. But, we will have to see what happens. Obviously, we can't tell anyone can we?" Julie shook her head, "No, and I don't want any of the kids at my school knowing I was pregnant"

David was smiling all through this, and told us he liked the idea of all three of us being pregnant, saying that the pregnant ladies he had seen, he thought were sexy, with their baby belly's. I told them that, I wanted a series of photographs taken each week through any pregnancy I had. And that although I'm as tall as I am, I am very baby faced. A head and shoulders photo of me still looks like a 13 year old, so I would like the photo's to be with me wearing a school uniform. Janey laughed so much at that and said that she would hold me to that request. We all sat there giggling about it. Sunday. I usually just liked to chill on Sundays. Slobbing around in a tee shirt and shorts or the like. But today, this was totally different. Janey asked what I had in the fridge, I told her, and she said great. A full English breakfast was soon cooking for us all. Eggs, bacon, sausages, beans, tomato's and toast. I threw on the dress I was wearing yesterday and my heels, and went to the little shop 100 yards away. Orange juice was needed. The one thing I didn't have. We opened the balcony doors again, and had breakfast there. I realised then, that I hadn't had a full breakfast since before my mother died. The thought made me a little sad, but I pulled my thoughts back from that, and started to think more positive thoughts. I realised that I was the only one sitting there with any form of clothing on. I told the others and David called my name. I looked to him and he ordered me to stand up remove my dress. I did this, and as I looked over the balcony, there was a woman with her husband on the beach footpath looking straight at me. I thought, well to heck with it, they had seen me, and it was too late now. So I waved to them, knowing full well they got a good eyeful of my titties and sat back down laughing. Janey asked me who it was I was waving to, I said I had no idea, and explained that as she was looking I waved for the hell of it. She shook her head in astonishment with a big grin on her face. We sat there on the balcony until nearly midday. I asked if they wanted a walk in the park, I liked it there, as the flowers that were planted filled the air with a lovely fragrance, and with the sun shining, it would be a lovely walk. Janey said that she would have to go downstairs to get herself fresh clothes. She should have kept quiet really. David said that, like yesterday, she had to go down there naked, and come back naked with a fresh dress for Julie and jeans and top for him. Janey looked like she was going to say something, and what David said next stopped her dead, and almost made me cum. He told her that, if she didn't do as she was told, she would get her bum spanked HARD, and that he would make her walk round the park with her bum showing to everyone there. Janey looked at me and I had a huge grin on my face daring her to answer him back. She stood, took the key, and walked out the door naked. Janey returned 10 minutes later with a change for all of them, and I said that maybe we should all go to my room to dress, as I had an idea. The dress that Janey had with her was a blue flowing one with a ribbon sash, and a very low cut back. From my lingerie cupboard, I took a corset (cupless of course). It was a lighter blue but with black frilly lacework, and black tied laces at the back. I offered it to Janey and she quickly wrapped it around her. She was able to do the front clasps up quite easily as she was half a dress size slimmer that me. I then tightened the back lace ties, and it was a perfect fit. Black stockings with a 4 inch black lace border at the top, and we were fastening the straps for her. Then I looked at the dress for Julie. Pink with white Bordeaux lace trim. I took from my stockings drawer a pair of pink nylon stockings, and, rolling them to put on, I had them on Julie's legs in seconds. The tops came up to her pussy so, I folded them down on the insides. Next was an all elastic lace frilled suspender belt. Just an elastic belt with lots of pink frilled lace on it. There were too many inches for her tiny waist, so, I made folds here and there, and sewed the folds in place. I had Julie step into it, and it fitted her waist perfectly. Then with scissors I trimmed off the excess. Connecting the straps to her stockings they were an almost perfect fit. I asked David what dress he would like me to wear, he picked one that was a mid thigh skirted one in white. Low and loose cut at the front, and not one that would suit any of my corsets. I pulled a white satin and lace suspender belt from my drawer, and put it on. White stockings, a pair of strappy heels, and I only had to slide the dress over my head to be ready. Janey and I did our makeup, applied a little to Julie, slipped our dresses and shoes on, and we were ready. Janey looked at my dress, and said it was bit short and that any breeze would show my stocking tops. Good I said, give someone a thrill then, I smiled. Julie's skirt was a bit stiffer material than mine, so she should be ok.

 

Chapter 5

We left the flat, and took the lift to the ground. Julie dragged me back to the stairwell opened the door, and climbed 6 steps. Then asked if I could see anything. I told her that I could see she wasn't wearing knickers, and that meant I could clearly see she was wearing stockings and suspenders. She flew down the stairs with the biggest smile I had ever see on her face. She was so excited, that telling her mother and brother, we had to shush her down in case someone overheard. We walked down the alley beside the flats, and over the road behind, and into the park. It really seems magical in a way, first the alley, narrow and cracked tarmac. Then the road with houses, and finally through the gate in a fence, that was visually impregnable because of the foliage, and suddenly the park, of a great expanse of green lawn spreads out in front of the eyes. Tennis courts to the left, and everywhere, flower beds, full of all different shrubs and flowers. We walked slowly enjoying the sun and the scents. Julie was holding Janey's hand, and I was holding David's. It was David that had actually taken my hand as we left the flats. I liked that. There was a slight breeze, and I was hoping that there would be enough to lift Julie's skirt. Sadly that never happened. The hem of my skirt however, was about half an inch below the lace band of my stockings. Therefore I knew that just walking was showing the lace trim off. Janey's skirt was just as short as mine. I was happy walking behind her and watching the hem flap around her thighs as she walked and showing off the lacework of her stockings. The naughty thoughts in my head were causing my pussy to juice up, and I wondered how long it would be before a drip or two would show. We walked for while to the East of the park where there was hardly anyone around. Even the flowerbeds here were looking rather sparse. We turned round and walked back, and I couldn't resist it, I stopped took David in my arms and kissed him. As we continued, he had a sweet grin on his face, and said that it was a pity his friends from yesterday weren't there to see that. It wasn't long and we were soon at the café in the centre of the park. David looked over by the tennis courts and said that some of the gang were there. I looked too and saw them, or rather their heads over the flower beds. I asked him why they always chose the same spot. And he said because there, no-one can sneak up on them, as all of the pathway is easily seen. I spoke to Janey about it, and she giggled saying that there was probably a bit of sticky finger going on. We bought some cold drinks and sat on the chairs outside, at a table with a parasol. I asked David if the sticky finger game is the reason for being behind the flowerbeds, and he said sometimes yes, they all had a diddle now and then. Janey and I found this so funny as David was blushing like mad at this revelation. What got Janey, was that Julie knew what the sticky finger game was. And yes, she had played it too. I outlined a little idea, and it was agreed on. We went to the end of the flowerbed, and turned towards the big tree that was there. As we walked into the open space, the kids there turned, and 3 skirts were straightened. There was Sonia, Becky and Lisa, and two boys Alex and Tommy. I noticed that Tommy was sort of rubbing his hand on the grass. Hello's were said all round with David introducing his mother and sister. Janey said that she and Julie were going back to start dinner, so I gave her my key to the flat. David and I sat with the others, and as I did so, I noticed Alex and Tommy's eyes almost stand out on stalks as my movements showed off my stocking tops, and then my loose top kept falling away from my titties. David sat beside me, and I took his hand, holding it and leaning against each other. The girls were also looking hard, and Sonia had a direct view up my skirt. Alex asked David if I was his girlfriend and the others all giggled. I just smiled, and loved it when David said I was his girlfriend. Alex and Tommy were derisive to say the least, but before they could say anything too nasty to David I stared at them and they stopped. Becky asked me directly if it was true, and I said yes. All she could say was wow! Knowing none of them would believe either of us, I told them to watch. I leaned to David, and with my hand behind his head, I kissed him fully on the lips, my tongue darting out to tickle his lips. Tommy said that Anyone could kiss and pretend, so I asked if it was only pretending if a boyfriend picked the clothes for his girlfriend to wear. Sonia and Becky both said that the only guy a girl would trust to pick her clothes, was her boyfriend. I asked David what I was wearing under my dress, and looked directly at Alex and Tommy. David told them that all I was wearing was a white satin and lace suspender belt and white stockings. Alex and Tommy looked and waited. When nothing else was forthcoming, Tommy asked what about Carole's knickers? David said that I wasn't wearing any. Even the girls gasped.

All five were now looking at me, and I laughed, told them that I very rarely wear any in the summer, the weather being too nice to miss. I also said that, by wearing stockings and suspenders, and no knickers, I usually had a lot of guys doing their best to look up my skirt, just as Alex and Tommy had done, as I was sitting down, The three girls then pointed to the boys a giggled, the giggling becoming harder as the boys blushed. I made a comment about Sonia's hair. She had ribbons in it, and it was swept sideways. It looked really sweet. I looked hard, and saw that she had used some ready made bows, of the type to be found in a packet, to put on gifts. I told her that when I first saw her style, I thought it was all a purpose bought item. She and the other girls took it as the compliment it was mean, but Tommy decided to say that, as I was checking out her hair, then I must be a lesbian. Sonia told him that she thought he was speaking out of his bum, but I said to him that, although I wasn't a devout lesbian, I did like girls as well as boys, he didn't know what to say to that, and Sonia smiled. I decided that things could get heated here, and as it was so in the open, I mentioned to David that his mother was doing the Sunday roast, and that we should get off to make sure we aren't late. We said our goodbye's and it was Sonia who asked, that if they were thirsty again, could they at least call by for some water. I laughed and said that of course you can, and we left. I took David's hand again, and as we were walking home, he told me that Tommy and Alex, were always like that when new someone new appeared on the scene, I nodded and said that it was probably an Alpha Male thing. At home, the aroma of roast beef was strong, even before we got through the door. We told Janey and Julie about what happened, and Janey agreed that coming home when I did was the best thing. The patio doors were soon opened and the table set for and alfresco meal. Janey asked David to pop downstairs to fetch the bottle of burgundy that she had stashed away, and I quickly set the glasses and corkscrew out, along with a bottle of lemonade. With red wine, I preferred a splash of lemonade with it. Roast Beef, Yorkshire pudding, roast potato's mixed vegetables and lashings of rich gravy. Sunday lunch couldn't have been better. There was a dessert of caramel cheesecake, but we were all too stuffed for that, so cleared everything away to it's rightful places, and sat on the balcony in the afternoon sun. We chatted about "things", nothing particular, just chit chat. As the sun cooled, we moved inside, and David had a wicked gleam in his eye. He told me to take my dress off, which I did, and then sit on the settee. He then curled up almost on my lap, and started to suckle my left nipple. Janey giggled and said it was like I was feeding a big baby, and then Julie, not to be outdone, leaped onto Janey's lap and copied her brother. I then said that we should take this as getting ready for things to come, and at that, Janey asked me when my last period was. I told her, I had finished 11 days ago now, and asked when hers was. Twelve days ago she said. She then added, that both of us were possibly either AT our most fertile or getting there. I smiled at the thought, pleased within myself, and told David that he would have to do some work with his mother and I to make sure of things. He giggled on my nipple, and sat up off my lap. I was ordered to kneel on the floor then, and David took his clothes off. He knelt behind me, and, after opening my legs wider to lower myself down more, I felt his cock enter me, and he started to thrust in and out with abandon. Janey told him to run his fingers hard through my hair and grab hole of a good handful and pull my head back hard. I gasped aloud then, as by pulling my head back like that, my back arched, and David literally pulled me onto his cock, as he thrust into me. I was unprepared for the feelings this sent into my pussy, he was deeper in me than when I had my lags around him, or, at least it felt that way, and his tummy slapping my bum was lovely. I came noisily in that position, just second before he did, and I felt his sperm splash into me, and even felt it pooling at the top of my pussy. When David had finished, Janey told me to keep my head down and my bum up, then sucked his cock clean, working with her lips and tongue to also get his cock hard again. David was hard within a very short time, owing to his mothers attentions AND her experience. I did expect Janey to start licking my pussy then, as she had done the previous night, but she knelt only a little back from my position, and, at my side. I soon found why. David started to fuck Janey in the same manner as he had done me, and Janey, using her right hand, started to play with my clitty, rubbing it in circles, and all over the hood. Julie was on the rug on her back, suckling on my right nipple, and within seconds I was cumming again. Between them, I had another 4 orgasms, and all but collapsed from being out of breath, and the blood rushing to my head. David was now ramming as hard as he could into his mothers pussy, and Janey was playing with her own clitty. Just as David shot the next load of his sperm into her pussy, she made herself cum, shaking and trembling next to me. David's cock softened, and I called him to me, having knelt back up, and started to suck and lick him clean, Julie had now lain herself alongside me, and was still suckling my nipple. I stroked her hair, and without even thinking about it, I pulled her closer to me, and held her there smiling into her eyes. She let my nipple slide softly from her wet lips, and asked if, that when I do get pregnant, and have a baby, would she be allowed to suck my titties and drink my milk. With a smile still on my face, I said she could, after the baby has had his or her fill, and, that she could probably drink her mothers milk to. She went back to my nipple, seeming to sigh contentedly then, and I turned my head as I felt Janey crawl up beside me, and with her arm over my shoulders, pulled me close and kissed me softly.

We stayed like that from nearly an hour, with Janey and I keeping our bums in the air higher than our heads, holding David's sperm in our pussies. We then showered and climbed into bed together, with David making love to me again, before we all fell asleep, more or less, in each others arms. The alarm started to buzz at 6.30am. College and school beckoned us. Breakfast and dressed, all packed and ready, we had gone to Janey's for the kids uniforms and books, and was sitting in her living room, with a final cup of instant coffee before leaving. I asked Janey if she and the kids could be at mine when all were home at the end of the day, and gave her the spare key, and reminded her that I would be having lunch with my father, so would be back earlier than normal. I left college in a cab for the restaurant, and arrived 5 minutes late. My father was waiting patiently as usual, and when I had been seated, poured a drink and checked the menu then ordered, he started to tell me what what was on his mind. The business he had built up was doing well, VERY well, and he grinned, TOO well. The turnover was much more than was expected, so to offset the inevitable taxes, which he said would affect both of us in the long run, he was making a trust gift to me. The courses I was doing at the college was, accountancy, math, English, and Fishery Management. The last because my father envisioned my joining him in the business, and also because the times I spent with him, I thoroughly enjoyed the outdoor life he led there. With the accountancy course, we had been given an introduction into some of the aspects of advising clients on ways to offset taxes, so, I sort of understood some of what he was saying, as trust gifting was a way of passing monies to dependents for future holdings, that incurred a tax fee status. The gifting was to take the form of a sizeable lump sum, and properties and goods. I was intrigued to say the least. Over a dessert of fruit and cream, he told me that the properties were the flat, and the house in the South of France where my mother and I used to spend our summers and Christmases'. Also included would be the 2 cars and furnishings at the French house. A part of the trust gifting would be the continued maintenance (tax, repair, utility, and power bills) of both properties. As we finished lunch, he said that he had all the papers in his brief case, and that a trip to the bank handling my account was now in order to finalise things. We arrived at the bank, and the manager himself was waiting for us, and after signing countless forms, and offers of management handling. One of the conditions of the gifting that daddy set, was that I had the use of the interest accrued from the lump sum, and I took control of the whole only once I had turned 21. We were all done by 2.40pm. Daddy dropped me back at the flat, and before he left I asked about the use of the house in France for the summer. He smiled, and told me that all I had to do, was to let Madame ******** know when I would be arriving, and she would have everything ready for me, as she had always done when I had gone there with my mother. We kissed goodbye, he telling me that he would call Friday, for an update.

I walked in the door of the apartment block suddenly feeling tired and with a heavy weight on me, sort of bearing down on my shoulders. In the front door to home, to be met with the aroma's of baking, I found that Janey had been busy, but on seeing my face asked what was wrong. With fresh coffee in a mug, I related to her what had happened at the restaurant. She was shocked that I seemed so calm about it all. I grinned saying that the calm was only on the surface, and that I was in a turmoil inside my head. I had no full idea what I was going to do with or about it all, except that I was going to, one way or the other, finish my college course, come hell or high water. To lighten the mood, I asked what Janey was going to do about work over the school holidays, she saying that she would have to do the usual, and take the six weeks off work. I grinned at that, and said good, because there is no way do I wish to stay in the UK for a British summer. She looked at me questioningly, and I explained that the house in my trust gift, was in the south of France, about as far from the Mediterranean, as we are from the sea here. AND with it's own private pool. Janey asked me to say nothing to the kids just yet, as she wanted to talk more once they were in bed. I nodded, and asked her if she was having any doubts. She said yes, she was. Just then, Julie rang the doorbell, and I let her in with a kiss, and David was running in right behind her. David wanted to go straight out to the park to meet the others, and Julie wanted her cartoons on. In the kitchen, Janey said what was on her mind. She was worried that she would seem like a hanger-on. My God I was so shocked. Both at the statement, and the fact that I never even thought of it myself. I all but grabbed her, pulled her close to me, and did all I could to assure her that there was no thought crossing my mind, that even came close to thinking that. It was how she felt it seemed, and she worried that there was so little ways she could even start to pay her way. I had never had any intention of asking her to pay anything, I told her that, as I had not even had it all sink in to my head yet, I'd not even thought it all through. But, that together, we WERE going, because I wanted to be with her, David and Julie. For us to be together PROPERLY. When David returned at 6.30pm for our evening meal, Janey and I told him and Julie, that we had a lot to sort out over many things concerning us all being together, and they both smiled saying that they hoped it was gong to be like that, us all together. They went to bed at 9pm, and Janey and I sat on the balcony talking. Yes, she had their passports up to date, as was mine, and didn't need their fathers permission to leave the country, as she had sole custody. That reminded me then, and I phoned my father, telling him I was wanting to go to the house in France as I had previously told him, and needed a letter of permission from him, as I wouldn't be travelling with a parent. He assured me that he would complete the letter in the morning and put it straight in the post. We said goodnight, and I went back to Janey. She was troubled, there was no doubt about that, and I did all I could to assure her, that all would be as OK as we all could make it. We joined the kids in bed, they were both sound asleep, and together, we gently made love lying next to them. I awoke early, with David playing with my pussy, and grinning all over his face, he whispered in my ear softly, "Open you legs Carole, I am going to cum in your pussy before we go to school."

As I was told, I opened my legs, helped him to lay between them, and slowly, my legs wrapping around him, trapping him inside me, we made love, until I had a gasping cum, that left me shaking all over, and the safe knowledge that once again, 6 full ropes of his sperm were settled and pooling at the very top of my pussy, I shivered deliciously, just hoping above all else, that his sperm was swarming over my egg. We fell back asleep like that, until the alarm buzzed, and we had to shower and dress. The week was a complete rush of time flying, sex with both Janey and I having our pussies used by David, and left with sperm in our tummies, where it belonged. Janey and I had explained to Julie that, for us to get pregnant by David, it was needed that he concentrate his sperm, but that as soon as one or both of us was pregnant, it would surely be her turn, and in the meantime, she wouldn't be left out in any way, as her mother and I would make sure she was included. Until then, I don't think we had given her credit enough over what was happening, but she knew and understood more than we at first thought. It was on Thursday night, that I persuaded Janey to let me book the flights. She said that she could drive us there, and I giggled that the flight was 3 hours from Gatwick, at 400 plus miles an hour. She said with a silly grin, that it was a long way to drive. I started the PC, and found the airline site that flew to where we needed to go, and booked 4 seats, all confirmed by e-mail, using the new credit card that the bank manager organised, connected to my account. We still hadn't told the kids anything about it, and Janey said that as cruel as it sounded, it may well be better to say nothing at all until we had to.

 

Chapter 6

Saturday morning came, and Janey needed to take Julie to get some new shoes, and to visit her mother before we went to France. David and his gran never got on well, because she was all for Julie. By the time Janey left, David had been gone about 45 minutes over the park. I was sitting at my PC in my bath robe filling in some last minute details for a college project, sipping a coffee and reading through my work. David stuck his head in the door, and asked if it was ok for Sonia, Becky, and Lisa to come in for a drink, and to use the loo. I told him that of course they can, I'll just finish this report and join them in a bit. He scampered off, and soon I heard laughing voices, so having now finished everything I needed, I closed the PC down and switched off the power. I went into the kitchen, made some fresh coffee, and then to the living room. David and the girls were on the balcony, and I was greeted with smiles and hello's from all. The day was sadly overcast, the clouds not looking friendly at all as it happened, but there was hardly a breeze, and it was warm. I stood there drinking my coffee and about to reach for a chair, when the first splatters of rain fell on the table. I got everyone into the living room, and set the chairs on end so the seats would drain off, then went in myself. Just a few seconds of rain, and my bathrobe was soaked. I said I'll not be long, and for them all to get comfortable, as I was going to get dressed, when I thought to heck with it, and asked David if he would like to choose what I was to wear for him today. He said OK with a cheeky grin on his face, and followed me to the bedroom. He chose what he wanted me to wear, and giving him my robe, I asked him to put it in the kitchen for me to wash out. He walked to the kitchen through the living room, and I heard one of the girls ask if, I had just taken that robe off in front of him, and given it to him naked. He replied quite matter of factly, that yes of course I had. The girls were silent at this, or rather, they kept their voices lower. I dressed in the items that David had chosen for me. A two tone pink lined satin quarter cup corset , with black bows down the front, on the connections for the suspender straps, and on the connections for the shoulder straps. Pink stockings, with a 4 inch white lace border at the top, A pink dress that buttoned up at the front, that had white embroidered patterns, and a pair of 4 inch heeled white sandals with pink straps, and heel. The skirt of this dress was flared nicely from my hips, and ended in a lace trim about three inches above my knees. I re-entered the living room, and said I was making some fresh coffee and would anyone like one, or tea. Lisa asked for a coffee, Sonia tea, and David and Becky asked for coke. I made the drinks, and brought them on a tray. This time, I didn't blatantly flash at all, and distributed the drinks, and with David sitting on the far right of the settee, as I looked at it, and the girls to his left, I sat on the arm next to David, sipping my coffee, held in my left hand, and slowly stroking his hair with my right. David turned slightly so he was facing the girls more, and placed his arm on my legs with his hand on my knee. It was Sonia, who quickly broke the short silence, by asking me to be truthful, and then asking if David and I were just kidding them on, or are we two REALLY boyfriend and girlfriend. I answered that yes, David and I WERE an item together, and that despite our 5 year age gap, his mother didn't mind, even though others wouldn't be so understanding. I then asked them to NOT blab about it, as because of what David had told me of the three of them, I trusted them in the same way that David himself did. This caused questions to David, and he told them all that, he did trust them, they had all been friends since they started school together, and with Alex, Tommy, Mickey, and Theresa (the only girl not there, as she was on holiday with her parents already) they had all been in a lot of scrapes together and none had ever told on the others. They all nodded, and Becky said that mates don't squeal on each other. David then leant back to look at me, and said that they had questions about stuff, and had asked him if I would answer them at all. I stated that it really depended a lot, on what the questions were. It was Sonia (a bit of a ringleader) who started it again, by asking if it really hurt the first time, and from there, it was really all about sex questions and stuff that they were unsure of asking their mothers about. We sat for ages chatting like this, and at some time through it, David and I shifted, with me ending up sitting the settee next to him, with my legs over his lap, and my right arm around his neck. His hand had started on my knee, but was soon up, under my skirt stroking my thigh. Of course the girls noticed, but nothing was said until Lisa spoke up and asked didn't I mind David touching me up. I laughed, hugged David closer, and told them that I liked the closeness and that as far as I was concerned, David could do whatever he wanted with me, and that I would do whatever HE wanted me to. Lisa then said that she didn't believe me that I would do ANYTHING he wanted, and I replied with a serious look and tone that I definitely would. Then, David said he would prove it, and told me to stand up. This I did immediately, and once standing, he said to me, "Carole, take your dress off, fold it for later, and lay it over the coffee table."

The girls were silent, and all I said was "Yes David", unbuttoned my top, slid the dress slowly off my shoulders, over my hips, and stepped out of it. I then folded it, and placed it on the coffee table as told. Sonia, Lisa and Becky gasped, and stared wide eyed as I did this, surprised that I did it of course, and even more surprised, that I was wearing under my dress, what I was. Beck then stated that it was true then, that I never wore knickers. I looked at David, and he held his hand to me, so I sat back as I was before, with David's head resting on my titties.

Sonia asked if I let David "do it" with me, and I replied that TOGETHER, we had made love yes, and that David was very good at it, I added with a very cheeky smile. Becky asked if I was embarrassed at sitting like that, with them all being able to see my boobies and fanny. I giggled happily and told them no, I knew that my body was nicely shaped and proportioned, and that I actually liked it when people looked at my titties and pussy. I also explained, that was a predominant reason I wore no knickers, as a lot of males did all they could to look, such as when on stairs, escalators or sitting. I also said that once I knew someone had got a good eyeful, I liked to smile at them to let them know I KNEW they had seen, and that it wasn't always males that looked. Lisa then said that she wished she could go out without knickers on, but was frightened that her mother would know. I said, leave home with them on, and then take them off in a public toilet or something, and put them in your bag. She smiled at that reply and so did the other two. Becky asked if I really liked other girls as well, and I noticed that she and Sonia wriggled down in their seats at the question, so I told them that I had done it fully with two girls from my old school, that I liked it a lot, especially the taste of another girl (I obviously said nothing of Janey and Julie, and neither did David). I was asked if, I would do it with the three of them, I smiled really wickedly, and replied, all at once or one at a time, yes I would, as I thought all three were very pretty. They all blushed furiously, but said no more. The rain lightened, but never stopped once. It was near to lunch time now, so I asked if they would all like some pizza and more drinks, and with furious nods, I got up, took 3 large pizza's from the freezer, and placed them in the oven. I started the drinks, as Sonia and Becky walked in behind me with the glasses and cups, and once all was poured, we went back into the living room. Lisa asked if I minded not wearing my dress, and I told her that as I liked being looked at, it didn't bother me that they could see all. But that if any of them wanted me to, I'd definitely put my dress back on again. Nothing was said, just grins, so stayed as I was, exposed. After some more chat, the oven alarm dinged, and I took the pizza out, sliced and plated it, and David came to help me carry the three plates in. We all dove into our favourite flavours, and within 20 minutes, all that was left were crumbs. I took the plates to the dishwasher, and Sonia on her own brought out the glasses and cups on a tray. As she held the tray, I placed them into the dishwasher, then took 5 fresh glasses from the cupboard to fill for us. As I turned to the fridge, Sonia put her arms around my waist, looked up at me, and as I bent to her, she kissed me on the lips, blushed, and skipped back to the living room quickly. I brought the tray of drinks in, set them on the table, then back to David's lap. David leant his head to my titties, and as I wasn't expecting it, when he sucked my nipple into his mouth, I gasped, and forced my titties hard at him. He giggled at that reaction, and Lisa, sitting nearest, asked if he had bitten me, I assured her he didn't, and that it was the unexpected feeling that caused me to act that way, as I loved my nipples sucked. Through their own admission, it transpired that none of them had had their nipples sucked, and I said that was such a bad thing, and they should, if only to see if they DID like it. I went into the kitchen, and started to unload the dishwasher, as it was nearly 4pm, and Janey and Julie would be back soon, David brought the dirty glasses out, and I said to him, that now we knew the girls were interested in things, he should stop it, as next weekend his mother and I were taking him and his sister out for a treat, that we can't yet tell you about, but, his mother wanted to keep it a real secret. When we went back in, he told me to put my dress back on, and as I did, the girls looked sad knowing that it was all over. I explained that Janey and Julie were due back soon, and that as it had stopped raining AND they hadn't been home all day, they should at least show their faces to their parents. That was taken as it was meant, with lots of giggles. As the girls left, I got a kiss goodbye on the cheek from Lisa. From Becky and Sonia, it was on the lips, and Sonia's kiss included her tongue snaking in between my lips.

Once they were gone, I almost attacked David. My feelings were so pent up, my pussy was wet, and I wanted to be fucked. I was knelt on the rug, with David plunging in and out of my pussy, a huge grasp of hair in David's hand as he pulled me back to him, when Janey and Julie walked in. Janey laughed and stated that I never seemed to get enough, but I couldn't answer her, as I had started my cum, which was matched by David's own cum of seven thick pumps of his sperm into me. Janey got down and licked my pussy by laying on her back with her head between my thighs. As she started to lick, I sat up, allowing David's sperm to flow from my pussy and into her waiting licking mouth. She made me cum once more, and then I stood, helping her get up. Julie had her hand in her knickers, so I knelt in front of her, removed her knickers, and started to slowly lick her pussy, she cumming twice in quick succession. We two older ones went into the kitchen to start and evening meal, and I regaled Janey about our day with the girls being here while it poured down with rain outside. I also told her how I had got David to end it, and reiterated that I hadn't told David anything other than the premise that she and I were taking them out for a surprise. Good enough she said, it will take less explaining. That night, as with the rest of the week, we all four slept together, made love at every opportunity, and for me, the week passed terribly slowly. During the week, Janey had managed to pack for her, David and Julie. She even used bathroom scales to get the weights right, as, I on Monday had bought her one of the corsets from the shop I got mine from. The size I picked fitted her exactly, and so on Tuesday, I bought her 6 more. These plus stockings and dresses and shoes were all packed. To ensure a full weight, she even topped their cases with some of my stuff, thankfully, as on Friday afternoon, when I packed my case I still had some left that needed packing. Janey phoned the airline number, and also discovered that the weight limits were meant for cases going in the hold, and that we were still allowed hand luggage holdalls to carry on. That made sure the rest of my stuff was packed, and we were all ready when David and Julie walked through the door. During our evening meal, we told Julie and David that we had to be up really early in the morning to go on the planned surprise trip, and so showers and such would be early and then bed. As it happens, we were leaving home at 5am, and after the meal I called the local taxi company to ensure our car was booked and all was ok. It was. Janey set the alarm for 4am, and both David AND Julie groaned at the time showing. I said that we had to get an early start as I didn't want to be involved in the hold-ups that happen on the roads. Final drinks, passport checks, credit and bank card checks, cases in Janey's front door, hidden from the kids, the letter from my father for travel, flight confirmation from the airline printed off, and the insurance policy confirmed by the French company for the 2 cars that had been sent via e-mail, once we had sent a verified copy of Janey's driving licence. All from Janey's fridge and freezer, had already been taken and used, and all that was left in mine was milk for cereal and morning coffee. We were done, ready, and exhausted as Janey and I showered together, dried and snuggled with David and Julie in bed.

 

Chapter 7

Saturday morning. The alarm SCREAMED at us. 4am. Wearily we got out of bed, Janey and I, we hadn't slept well, and yes, it WAS the excitement of what we knew, and the kids didn't. David and Julie had slept better than us, but still didn't want to get out of bed. We managed it though, and got showered, dried properly, and dressed for travel. Cereals for the kids, and lots of coffee for Janey and I. At 4.50am, just as we were leaving the flat, the cab driver called o on the entry phone, I answered and said we were just leaving the flat now. I locked the dead bolts to the flat. Surprising the kids, we only went down one floor, and as soon as Janey opened the door they saw the cases, and she shushed them saying that they would be told in a while. All cases downstairs, out to the cab and loaded, we climbed in, and were off. David asked where it was we were going, and why wasn't we in his mothers car. Janey said we were going for a holiday, and all would be explained when the taxi stopped. He and Julie didn't like that too much, but Janey and I were giggling like kids ourselves. Even the driver joined in. we got to the airport at 5.45, with an hour and a quarter before the flight left. The kids were surprised at being there, and we never really had time to tell them the what's and where's as having cut it too fine we only had minutes to get to the checking desk. There, it was bags checked in with TWO minutes to spare, through the lounges and checks, then we were in the departure lounge, at a coffee bar and could relax for 30 minutes before boarding. THEN we answered the questions from David and Julie. And NOW they got all excited. The flight took off at 0700 bang on time, and three hours later, we touched down in the South of France. That was when Janey first mentioned that she spoke no French at all worth mentioning. I almost fell on the floor laughing, as I hadn't even thought of it. It was now left to me to get us through the customs and immigration checks, which were not a problem, and in very short time had met the minibus, that Madame ****** had organised for us. At 11 am, we were in the house and carried our cases and bags to our rooms. Rooms for clothing set out, that is. We never unpacked then, as I wanted to check the fridge, freezer and larder, and although I found Madame had supplied them well, there was a lot missing from the supply. I reminded Janey, that here, we drove on the wrong side of the road, and giggled, and got a spank on my bum for my cheek. We took the smaller Renault, and went into the town. This is a smallish town, but has plenty of tourist attractions, so most of the traffic was coaches. I directed Janey to park in the square, and we went off to explore. We had lunch in a lovely brasserie, and I laid out a list of stuff I thought we needed for Janey to look at. As she started to read, she looked up at me and pointed to a special pair of items. I grinned and said that there would be every possibility they would be needed, especially with what I had in mind, so they would be better bought last. It was a pair of electric breast pumps. I told her, that I had always wanted to have a way of getting my nipples fully erect, and to help them grow larger than they were. It was she that had told me, suckling increases the size, and I thought the pumps would help out. She shook her head, smiled and told me that here she was, in a strange land with a pervert. I looked all around, and then said that Julie wasn't so bad as to warrant being called that. I earned another spank for that, but, lots of smiles and giggles as well. We went all around the market and shops, and stocked up on the myriads of cheeses and meats on offer, along with crusty French breads. With 3 huge bags filled, Janey went back to the car with the kids and shopping, while I went into the pharmacy. 15 minutes later, I was back at the car with the two pumps, and a new plan. I had seen a shop, it was a shop that the kids couldn't go into. And outside the car, I explained that I had seen the sign, hung over a closed shop doorway, with no window's. she couldn't believe what I was telling her, and I said that I just HAD to look, as it wasn't there last year. Also the fact I had never seen inside a place like that was like a shiny lure to a hungry fish. From the house to here, had taken just 3 minutes driving. We used the car as neither of us had wanted to be lugging any shopping bags on holiday. All Janey had to do, was drive from the square to the sea front road, turn left, then drive for 800 meters, and turn left again into the drive. Once there, we carried the bags into the house, the boxes from the pharmacy were placed in a sideboard of the living room, and all was done. The kids were changed and in the pool, and Madame ****** was in the garden of her cottage next door. We asked her if she could keep an eye on the kids in the pool, and she sat on the patio while Janey and I returned top town, on the pretence that we had to sort stuff at the internet café to stay in contact with UK.

Janey parked back at the square, and we went to the shop. The shop had a simple sign in French stating 'Bespoke Adult Products'. We looked at each other and thought why not, so shrugged our shoulders conspiratorially, crossed the road and entered. The first lady sales assistant immediately approached with a smile, and gracefully explained that here, the age limit of 18 was requested to be followed, and that as such, could she please ask as to examine my proof of identity. Knowing that my passport would show my true age, I explained that I had left it at the house, and only had on me my credit card and local library card. This library card had a photo of me, no date of birth, but the bold statement "ADULT" printed on it. She asked if the Credit Card was linked to my own account and on being told that it was, she used it on the electronic sales machine, where it immediately registered as valid and available for use. She also noted to other staff members, and the manageress, that the card was only issued just under 2 weeks previously. I then told her that, I'd had to wait until my 18th birthday to apply for a credit card, and both she and the manageress smiled with the manageress saying that, of course, she fully understood, and that it was the same here in France when applications for Credit Cards were made. She had also looked at the receipt from the pharmacy purchase that had been wrapped around the card when it was returned to me, and nodded, having noticed that the sale had been approved without question, and what the purchase was. Janey and I then spent nearly an hour and a half wandering all around the store, which, was a lot larger inside than the frontage had led us to believe. Inside, it was a huge place, with smaller booths on the upper floors, some of which stood empty, that were occupied by the likes of tattooists, piercing jewellers, and stall holders. Here we walked all over, looking with interest at what was on offer. The photographs of tattoo's and piercing was amazing. I was particularly taken with a clitty hood piercing consisting of a single piercing, with a metal bar. At one end it had a ball, and at the other, it had a small ring to which was attached a larger ring. Janey noticed my looking and came over. I pointed out the bar that had my attention, and she said, "You wouldn't?", with wide eyes. I grinned wickedly. I did. I walked in, and spoke to the assistant there explaining what I wanted. She brought out a box with the bar, inside which, was a pot, containing the bar itself in an antiseptic solution with the small ring detached. She then showed me 3 photographs of the bar placed on clitty hoods at differing heights. I studied these carefully, and decided on the highest position, thinking that any movement, would ensure the ball at the lower end, would rub the clitty. THAT thought alone was enough to make the decision for me. She ushered me to the chair, arranged the stirrups, and then moved to close the curtain. I giggled and told her not to bother, as I did not embarrass that easily, so she returned and asked me to remove my underwear, and sit in the chair. As a show, I lifted my skirt, showing I wore nothing anyway, sat as instructed and let her place my feet in the supports. Exposed like this to anyone that may look on passing, She took care to swab me with antiseptic, open the pot and place it ready, pull on gloves, and started to pierce my hood in the spot I had requested. I flinched at the first piercing of the needle, and, at her inserting the bar. Then at the slight tugging as she secured the ring, and finally, all was done. She then went on to explain that the new piercing should be left to settle for at least a week before attempting to "overly play" (her words), with constant cleansing with antiseptic, especially UNDER the hood. I thanked her and offered the card to pay with, signed the bill, and collected my receipt and card and left. It felt odd at first, I fully knowing a strange item was there. But an exciting feeling was around my clitty. We stopped at a tattooists, and studied photo examples of the artists work. The words used were in many scripts, but I was completely drawn to the Edwardian script, which was on offer. It looked so elegant and refined, and also took something of the sleaziness of tattooing away. We went further along the upper floors, and here and there, were interspersed various implements and furniture of the BDSM world, on full display for all to see. Downstairs again, we made for the clothing area, and I was surprised at the total lack of ANY heavily laced corsets of the style I like. Not even ONE bra in the quarter cup style either. Leather, latex, delicate lacework over silks and satins. All were here, but lacking what I so preferred. Janey selected a couple of sets. Then further along, almost hidden away, were smaller sets, seemingly sized for preteens. She looked at me and I agreed that Julie would love what was here, so she selected 2 sets for her. We next walked to the toy section. I liked this place, as there were some amazing things to be found. Here there was EVERY sort possible (and some I thought impossible). Browsing round, we found they also sold solid stainless steel butt plugs. And even offered an engraving service too. We immediately took down one each of medium size and one that was half the size. Next was a whole wall of collars, mostly they were of the ugly leather and steel designs, BUT they also had one style that was a simple steel band that could be covered in various sleeves of ruffled satin. One of these was taken down for me along with one for Janey, and another for Julie, after she had thought for a while with my explaining what I wanted it for, along with a double selection for each of us, of the coloured ruffled satin sleeves. The Sales assistant we first encountered on entering approached with a shopping basket similar to those found in supermarkets everywhere, and asked if she should take our purchases to enable us to browse more. I explained that we wanted to make use of the engraving service too, with regards the steel plugs and the collars. She said she would take the basket to the engraving stall and the lingerie to the main till for us. We placed the engraving packages in the basket, and as she took the lingerie, she noticed the smaller two sets with a smile, and walked away with them, leaving us with a spare basket. We continued round observing the toys, when my attention was caught by tiny vibrating bullets. One being so small that I immediately thought of my new piercing. It even had a small clip to it. I placed one in the basket. Then explaining something to Angela we placed 3 larger ones that had clips attached in the basket too. Next to be thought hard about, AND packed in the basket, were 3 lightweight chains, with at each end, a metalled cord loop, that could be open and closed at will. Now, we went over to the engraving booth. Each of the new plugs were engraved with the names of the intended wearer. The smallest was engraved 'Julie' (of course), then 'Janey' and 'Carole' on the other two. The tags for the collars, was engraved, after a discussion, with "DAVID'S PERSONAL DIRTY LITTLE CUM-SLUT" and my name. Janey giggled like heck, and for hers, after a lot of discussion and more giggling was "DAVID'S PERSONAL BREEDING BITCH", and her name and for Julie's, we chose, "DAVIDS PERSONAL TIGHT PUSSY CUM-SLUT". This was all done as we watched. The girl setting the machine using the Edwardian Script to do the names on the plugs, and the same script and but larger size for the collar tags. She studied the tag's words and smiled at what she read. Once the engraving was done, we thanked her and Angela took the basket they were in, and the bill she supplied for the engraving, and walked to the cash desk. There, the lingerie was already wrapped and bagged. The assistant came over to us, taking the two baskets, and noting the prices on her keypad. When she came to the chains with the nipple loops, she asked us if we were sure we wanted those kind, as in all honesty, she considered them to be cheap, or, if she could possibly impose, and show us what she considered to be some of better quality. Of course, we wanted to see the better ones, so she led us back upstairs, to a jewellers booth, we had only looked into as we passed.

Here she herself with the booth assistant watching pointed out a set of chains that were obviously of superior quality, as reflected by the price, but, what caught my imagination most, was that the rings were of metal (stainless steel like the plugs) and once placed around the nipple, could be gently pressed smaller with a locking mechanism that had a small release catch, similar to those on a necklace. I asked if I could try one, and the assistant handed me one of my choice. I opened my top, slipped the first ring over my nipple, and squeezed it closed. Used my finger nail to flick the catch, and it opened smoothly. I squeezed it closed again, and then did the same to the other nipple, before giving each a little squeeze to the next lock point. The feeling of these holding my nipple in a firm grip was delicious, so I asked the assistant to remove the price tag as I would keep it on. She smiled and did so, and when we chose 2 more, one of the same sized rings and one with a smaller set of rings, she, like our original assistant standing with us, smiled and looked bemused. Janey of course was right there placing the rings of a set on her nipples too, and commented that they were indeed easy to use, and a delight to wear. We both loved the way that our nipples now stood out hard and erect, and when we again buttoned our tops, we both had them tenting our tops erotically. The first assistant took the price tags that had been removed, and remaining chain and escorted us back to the cash desk once we had thanked the booth assistant. We conversed with the assistant whose name we were offered, as Felice. A lovely name we both said, causing her to beam us a smile, to which Janey told her our names. And so, with introductions made, we took our purchases, paid using my Credit Card, and to Felice's please call again, I replied that, for her, I definitely would. She blushed, yet smiled sweetly as Janey and I left. Janey was obviously embarrassed at the prices, and was attempting to make it clear that she would somehow repay me for hers and Julies items, but I shushed her, explaining that repayments were not an option for what we had together. She ummed and aahd, and I asked her how much it would have been costing me, to have someone clean my flat, and cook for me as had been done the last two weeks? Did she ask for payment for that? No, I said, answering my own question to her. There in the square, at 4pm in the afternoon, I stepped closer to her, held her waist, and kissed her on the lips. We got more than a few odd looks, some genuine smiles, and as many leers from males around. As we were walking back to the car, I had a thought, and, telling Janey I would meet her there, I nipped back to the pharmacy for one more purchase. Back to the car and home. There, we thanked Madame for her time, and she left for her cottage. The kids came into the kitchen looking weirdly at our purchases. First, we showed the nipple chains and produced the one for Julie, with Janey and I clipping the rings to her. Then came the lingerie. Julie was almost screaming and crying all at once. The collars were greeted with some uneasiness, and the whole concept of them had to be explained. The bullet vibrators were thought to tickle, but the small one was the most confusing to them. Until I lifted my dress. The sight of my new bar brought gasps from David, as well as Julie, I then explained that the piercing had to be treated gently for the first week, with lots of cleaning, and then that the little vibrator would clip onto it, and pull the ring end down, forcing the ball against my clitty under the hood. Then the plugs were revealed and explained. Mine and Janey's were 2 inches long, with a well rounded head, an inch and a half thick, quickly tapering to a shaft 3 inches long and half an inch thick, that had spaced ridges around it and ended with a flat oval "nail head" base, to stop the plug being "lost". Julie's was 1 and a half inches long, an inch thick, and the shaft was 2 inches long and just under a half inch thick. Julie sat looking with her eyes wide and was unconsciously wiggling her bum at thoughts of this plug. Especially when shown that the bigger bullet vibrators would be for clipping to the plugs. I opened the last box I had bought at the pharmacy, this was a steriliser used for babies bottle and such. I filled it with water, and poured in the fluid, and then unpackaged the plugs and placed those in the solution. The breast pumps I bought had heavy glass bottles, but the pharmacy had replacement lightweight plastic ones, so I had bought 4 of those as well. Janey and I removed our chains, and having plugged the pumps into the mains, started the motors and attached the cups to our nipples. Once attached and pumping, we were able to let go with our hands, and the vacuum did the rest. I watched enthralled as my nipples were sucked into the flow tube, and in a very short while, my nipple had been expanded to the width of the tube, and increased in length by almost double. I switched the pump off, removed the cups, and my nipples shrunk back rapidly almost to normal. Janey's nipples took longer to shrink back, so she reattached her chained rings, while I pumped my nipples again, and got the rings ready. I allowed the machine to run for another 15 minutes, then switched it off, removed the cups, and attached my rings immediately. Now my nipples were sticking out almost an inch and were over half an inch thick. I smiled at Janey, and said it would be fun to see how much our nipples show out under our tops. So now, we all went upstairs to unpack.

It only took 20 minutes or so to hang what should be hung, and place in drawers those items. Now it was getting on to 7pm, and we were all hungry but not wanting to cook. We all showered and dried quickly with Janey and I doing our makeup side by side, even applying a little to Julie. Next was our hair, and then clothing. David chose a very pale blue dress with white broidery anglais for me that was about 3 inches above the knee, and a black above the knee dress for his mother, that had a loose fitting riffled satin top.. I selected a corset of about 2 shades darker, with blue stockings, with white lace tops, and white sandal shoes with blue straps and blue heels. Janey wore a black corset with emerald satin trim under black lace. Black stockings, and shoes, she looked elegant to my girly, refined to my rebellious. Then came Julie. She wore her new suspender belt of satin and lots of frilly lace, in girly pastel pink with, stockings to match, and a little bra of satin triangles with lace edging. Her dress was very similar in cut to mine but came to her knees, was girly pink with white trims and a waist ribbon with a bow at the back. Pink kitten heels completed her outfit. Both mine and Janey's nipples were tenting out our tops like never before, and she stated that SOMEONE had to comment through the night. Sadly, because Julie's dress was very loose cut, hers were unseen, even though there was enough nipple to attach the rings to. I told Janey that there was a restaurant in the harbour that my mother and I used regularly when we stayed there. David was in his usual jeans, but with a shirt and jumper, and black shoes. We used the Jaguar to go to the restaurant, and pulling up, it was David that got out of the car first from the back seat, and opened the front passenger door for me. I had to giggle when Janey asked why he never opened HER door. The restaurant was up a flight of wide steps to a veranda, and under and awning at the door was a proper Maitre D. As I approached him, his eyes looked over my dress, and halted at my nipples making me smile inwardly and outwardly, he then looked over at Janey, David and Julie. I asked if we could be accommodated for dinner (using my most polite French), and he answered in almost perfect English that there would be no problems, except for the little lady, who he thought looked like a local well known trouble maker. Julie looked round and then, realising he meant her, she slid a little behind Janey, and when the Maitre D laughed, she poked her tongue out at him. We had a lovely meal of locally caught sea food, with seasonal vegetables, and while Janey had asked for one glass of white wine with her meal, David, Julie and I had coke. We took our time eating, and it wasn't until about 10pm that the bill arrived, I placed my Card on the tray with it, and whispered to Janey my pin number. Once all was paid, the Maitre D insisted on walking Janey down the flight of steps, and Julie said, loud enough for all to hear, that he was making sure mummy left and didn't try to get back. From Janey, that brought a squeal of impending punishment, but the rest of us, including the Maitre D laughed loudly. We got back in the car and with exchanged waves to the Maitre D, Janey drove us slowly home. The drive home was only 15 minutes, but Julie was nearly asleep and David was on his way by the time we got there. We stripped, and all fell straight into bed after what had been a very long day for us.

 

Chapter 8

I awoke to a soft sunlight streaming through the pastel curtains casting patterned shadows across the walls. David was softly nuzzling my left titty, and reaching down, I moved slightly, and lifted my titty to brush his lips with my nipple, I noticed that, to me, my nipple looked a little bit bigger than yesterday before the pump and ring treatment, but that my areola was looking quite a bit darker than normal. I put it down to the diffused light from the curtains. David felt my nipple on his lips, opened his mouth, and slightly grinning, started to suckle me. I lay that way for ages, his tongue squashing my nipple against the roof of his mouth then the suck, then the squash and suck all over again. I loved the ripples of pleasure that ran through my titty and into my tummy. I held him close, my lovely, sweet, preteen lover and possible father of my first baby, and wished beyond all else, that at that very moment, I could actually feed him milk from my own body. His cock was erect, and rubbing against my leg, my pussy was running with my juices, and I wanted him inside me. I wanted that erect cock of his in my pussy, while I wrap my legs around him and hold him tight. David was now sucking harder, and every so often used his teeth to gently nibble my nipple from areola to nipple tip, causing sparks to fly into my tummy and pussy. His right leg slowly came over mind, and I move my left leg apart. Then his body shifted over me, his cock trailing across my thigh. He was between my legs now. I lifted my knees to bring my heels to my bum, then lifted my feet, wrapping my legs around his back, my left hand reaching down softly grasping his cock and guiding him into me, and he pushed gently. His cock head parted my outer and inner lips softly yet easily, he withdrew slightly, allowing my slickness to coat it more, then pushed gently into me again, this time, sinking halfway inside me. Withdrawing again, only the very tip of his cock in me, he held there, held there and then thrust into me in one move, sinking all his cock inside my tight pussy. I moaned low, long and loud at this loving intrusion into my innermost parts. Our pelvic bones met, and I squeezed with my legs trapping him in me. He stayed there for a while, not moving, still suckling me, and then we slowly started to rock together, the base of his cock and pubic bone massaging my clitty, he withdrew, easing the rubbing there, and causing rubbing inside my pussy itself, then thrust back. As he thrust back, I pulled with my legs, and thrust my bum off the bed at him. Making love like this, I was soon approaching my orgasm, I wanted it faster and harder, so started to whisper to him to do it so. Then Janey softly turned, and lay her head under my arm to come alongside her son, and whispered low and gentle encouragements in his ear. "Fuck Carole's pussy baby, fuck her hard with your cock, go on darling, fuck her tight cunt with your cock, make her cum, and shoot your sperm into her belly. I want a grandson or grand daughter baby, make her pregnant for us."

His movements became more and more rapid, his cock ramming into me, I came. Starting low, my voice rose in pitch until I screamed my cum out for all to hear. I shuddered and trembled, I orgasmed, I came, I squeezed, I pushed, I pulled. David was at his peak now, his cock stabbing into my pussy with short strokes, using his knees and feet to help him push further inside my tummy, and he came, inside me, squirting his sperm high inside me. 6, 7, 8 full splashes against my cervix, his cock pushing those spurts of sperm further into me. My tummy was trying to suck his sperm into my womb, he was spent, lying atop me, I holding him tight with arms and legs, crying softly onto his hair, his mother lovingly stroking his head, and kissing his face. I felt him smile, he lifted his head from my chest, I leant upwards, his hand under my own head to assist me, and we kissed, our lips finding each others, our tongues darting out to dance together. Still the tears were slipping gently from my eyes, he looked at me, saw the tears, a concerned expression crossing his face. I never gave him the chance to ask what was wrong, as nothing was. All was right in my life just then. I looked into David's eyes, and told him then. "I love you baby", lay back my head, held both David and Janey tightly and closely, and cried tears of joy.

We three lay there, I holding David tightly, Janey holding us both tightly, and Julie crawled to my head, and kissing me on my cheek, found my lips as I turned towards her, with her own lips, kissing me, kissing her. David didn't want to move, I wanted him to stay there. But move we had to, the pressure on my bladder was becoming threatening, as I knew it must have been with all three others in that bed with me. In the shower, I all but pinned David to the wall, kissing him, and holding him, Janey looked at us, smiling deeply at us. Showering took longer, as I did not want to let him go. Downstairs in the kitchen as David sat in a chair, I straddled him while facing him, and just sat there my head buried in the nape of his neck. I had no idea what was happening. I couldn't let him go. Just held on to him for nearly an hour. I wouldn't even get off him to allow him to eat. I fed him sitting astride his lap. I couldn't understand, but I wanted to stop Janey from giving him food. I felt a need that only I should do it. It took an hour to calm down from that, when I felt horrible for the way I felt. I told Janey what the feelings were like for me, I now held her in my arms, my head in the nape of her neck, holding tightly. I rambled about wanting to be a part of David, to squeeze ourselves together into one. To push HER away from him, and stop her from doing the motherly things I felt I should do. She held me, listening, holding me as tight as I held her, stroking my hair and whispering sweet words in my ear. I finished my ramblings, and she told me that these feelings will probably last a few weeks now. I was confused. Janey said that it was my raging hormones, I looked oddly at her, and she said that for the last three weeks David had been shooting his sperm into my fertile belly, and that next week, next Saturday, we will do a full pregnancy test on both of us. It took a few seconds to allow her words to sink in, I asked her if it could be? She said that it is more than possible. Janey continued, saying that with hormones, they do as they want, not as we want. When they start to play around, we get the trouble from them. A bit like your first periods, nothing is settled for a while. This may be because you WANT to be pregnant, it may be because your ARE pregnant. A test will be decisive, and best to leave it a bit to make sure. I nodded at that, after all, it is Janey that has had kids, not me. Janey explained a lot to David, and he became very attentive over it, so we two decided to have a walk to town and a look around, We dressed for the weather, it was really warm, an set out for the ten minute walk. Wandering around the square, there was a whole lot of brasserie's and pavement café's and the streets off the square had all manner of clothing shops and the like. We wandered until lunch time when, back at the square we found a café and decided to eat. We had been in the café just a couple of minutes, and I felt a touch on my shoulder, upon turning to look I found it was Felice from the adult shop. I asked her to sit with us, and introduced her and David. I have no idea why, but I actually told David that she was the girl from the shop his mother and I had bought our nipple chains from, and, where I had my piercing done. Felice was surprised at how calmly the matter was between David and I, until I mentioned that the lingerie and smaller set of chained rings were for his sister. We chatted along, and I found that Felice was 23, very pretty, slim, less than 2 inches shorter than I was, and oozed sex appeal. David was all eyes over her. I wasn't jealous of his looking, and as Felice noticed David's attention, I told her to be careful as he was all mine. David poked his tongue out at me over that, but said that he was only looking and there was no need to be nasty. The banter between us bounced around to the point that I told David I saw Felice first, so she was mine, Felice laughed loudly when he replied that she may prefer guys, but the laugh cut short as he added, or both. She started to colour up then, and I said that it would be fun to find out, making a joke of it by winking at her and wiggling my eyebrows. But I don't think she was fooled that easily. Felice said her days off were Monday's and Tuesday's, with today being Sunday, she was on her lunch break, and asked if we had anyone to show her around. As we ate, I told her that I used to come here with my mother, but now I was with David, his mother Janey, and sister Julie, I also mentioned that when I was here with my mother, we never wandered far, and if ever we did, I never took any notice of where we went. I just enjoyed being wherever we ended up. Now here with Janey, neither of us had any idea of things local, so had to feel our way around. Felice understood that well it seemed as she wasn't from the town, she being from Marseilles, and as she was a friend of the shop owner, she'd worked and lived there for the last 2 years, but, she had no plans for the 2 days of Monday and Tuesday and offered herself as a guide if needed. Well, before she had to go back to work, I had invited her to come to the house to meet Janey and Julie, where we could all sit together, and we could let her know just what our interests were in conjunction with the local area, and she told us she would be there by 6.30pm tonight, I told her that was fine, and that we would sort out a light evening meal, as long as she liked cold meats, cheeses. Sounds good to me, she said, and left for work. As she was leaving, David said that she should bring her swimsuit at the least. We paid for our lunch, and started back to the house. It was all purely absently, that I took David's hand in mine as we walked, but I noticed that NO-ONE here in the town even seemed to notice, then I saw that there were a lot of teen girls with preteen boys walking around, then looking further, teen boys with preteen girls. Then I twigged. It was how brothers and sisters went around here. The most normal thing in the world.

We walked slowly home, to find that Janey and Julie, were besides the pool, totally chilled out, they having just finished lunch. David and I answered all sorts of questions about where we had been, what we had done and found. And of course, we filled them in about Felice, that she was coming later for a visit, and that I had promised her an evening meal. Janey said that as I had been the one to promise the evening meal, then I had better get set about preparing it then, and so, settling more comfortably on the pool lounger, and poking her tongue out at me, she reached for her cold drink, and chilled even more. David laughed at me being "lumbered" as he called it, with sorting the evening meal. but I had the last laugh on that. The meats and cheeses were already in the fridge, fresh breads delivered every day (why do none of the bakeries in the UK do that?), and for the salads? I pointed over to the vegetable garden and greenhouse. No worries. David and I changed into swimsuits, well David did, he put his shorts on, grabbed Julie's hand and dragged her screaming into the pool. I only put my bikini bottoms on before jumping in to join them for a splash around. After a while of play like this, I got out of the pool and lay on a lounger next to Janey, to dry off in the sun. The kids came over then, after juice to drink, and Julie stared at my titties for a bit. She then said that my nipples looked darker than before. I looked down, and said I noticed that myself yesterday, but had thought no more of it. Janey and David looked too, with Janey saying, 'hormones', smiling, then laying back down. I started to rib Janey about taking her bra top off too, then the kids started to rib her too, so arching her back, off it came. I noticed that whereas her nipples and areola had always been slightly darker than mine, now they seemed almost to be shinier now. Must be sun lotion I thought. We spent the afternoon sunning, splashing, and generally lounging around, until just after 5pm. It was time to start getting things ready for our evening meal. From the utility room, I collected a shallow vegetable basket, and a gardening knife, and barefooted, I walked to the greenhouse with Julie, and inside we found Courgettes, tomato's cucumbers, and melons. We collected a selection of all, and then from the garden a complete selection of baby salad leaves, radishes, a couple of onions and some baby carrots. Back at the kitchen, Julie helped with the washing and chopping, and by 6.15, all was ready and plated. I covered all of the plates with tin foil, and placed crushed ice on top of the foil, then Julie and I carried all out to the patio table. A fresh fruit punch in a large pitcher that had been half filled with ice first, glasses for all, and we were finished. Felice arrived just before 6.30, and still in just my bikini bottoms, I answered the door. She was a bit shocked at first, I thought, so explained that as we were all sort of family together, who cares. She came in, and I took her to meet the others on the patio. After the introductions, David asked her if she had brought her swimsuit, as he and Julie were going to splash around before eating, to catch the last of the sun and warmth. Well she had brought her suit, and I took her to the spare room and left her to change. The person that came back, took all our breaths away. Felice was as tall as I was, but had Janey's build. Her legs seemed to go on for ever, her titties were about the same size as Janey's, but her nipples were higher up on each of them, her tummy was very toned and firm, and her bum was round and pert. What caught my eye more though, was the obviously total lack of any tan lines around her bikini. With David and Julie in the pool, and, splashing us from there, it wasn't long before we three were in there with them. Only as the last of the ice was melting in the plate covers, did we finally all sit down to eat. I got my own back on both David and Julie by saving the last of the ice on 2 of the covers (everyone had tipped the rest onto the floor), and tipped them onto their backs. After the meal, we told Felice our likes and dislikes, and together came up with a plan of sightseeing, and games. Felice got changed back to leave, and saying that tomorrow she would be here by 8 to start out.

The next morning, we were all up and ready, having had light breakfasts of croissants, juice and coffee with fruit. Felice arrived 10 minutes early, just time for another coffee, and we were off for a visit to a vineyard that was pressing grapes. None of us (except Felice), had seen the inside workings of a vineyard and winery, and it was an interesting visit for us. My best memories are of the tasting really, with David and Julie becoming embroiled in a competition with two of the tasters, over who can spit the furthest. Thankfully the tasters had better aims. At the end of our tour, we just HAD to come away with some of the wines this vineyard produced, after all, it really would have been rude of us not to! ! Leaving the vineyard behind, we then went hunting for lunch. This was in a small fishing village on the coast very reminiscent of Cornwall in it's setting, but totally different in foods. Salads were the order of the days here, as all the salad stuffs were growing wildly in gardens and greenhouses all over the land. We had a full compliment of sea foods in small sharing portions, and even David and Julie had a glass of wine with it. After lunch it was a short journey to Felice's favourite beach. Here I found the reason for her lack of tan lines. Arriving at the main car park, the signs were big, bold and bright. To our left, back towards the village we had come from, the beach was a 'Clothed Beach', while to our right, the way we would be travelling later, it was a nudist or 'Clothes Optional' beach. It took some persuading of Janey, but that is where we ended up thankfully. We walked from the changing rooms of the carpark with our swimsuits on, and once where we were to be sat, we just removed them. Simple. We hired a beach mat and parasol combination, set out our stuff and removed our swim wear. Janey took hers off while sitting down, with a red face. While she had never minded being naked with us, it was a different matter of course here with others. Talking to Felice, she assured us that single males were very frowned upon here, and, it was made up of family groups and couples. Males be damned, I was making up for the lack of those. There were so many pretty girls and cute boys around, I was in heaven. I also noticed that Felice was not slow to look around and check out all that was there. David and Julie raced off the sea, while we three sat for a drink. I noticed a lot of people were rather taken with my clitty piercing, with no fewer than 8 people asking me about it. I told them all to go there and see Felice on her working days, and she was happy with that, as she also earned a commission on sales and recommendations. Eventually, we got Janey to stand and walk to the sea with us, where we joined the kids in a splashing contest. I also liked that the coldness of the sea was doing it's rightful job of making nipples erect. It was while we were messing around and dunking each other, that Julie started groping Felice. At first Felice seemed to take it as accidental, and just ignored it. And remembering Felice's interest in the small lingerie items we purchased, I told her that Julie IS a sexually active 9 year old, and she knew full well what she was doing. Soon, Felice was giving Julie back a taste of her own medicine, much to Julie's delight. We eventually walked back to the mat and parasol for more drinks, and Janey did her best to make sure she was in the middle of us all. I wasn't having that, and got the others to suddenly change direction and run backwards leaving her stranded in the open. She could do nothing more than just carry on walking. We ran back to her laughing at her red face, and at the parasol, I told her that she was silly to worry as her figure was a gem to look at. I mentioned that even David didn't have a hard-on, as here no-one bothered, that is until Felice sat opposite David. Felice sat cross legged with all of us in a sort of ring facing each other, and David stared at her pussy. Like Janey and I, she was totally devoid of all hair there, but, her pussy lips were so tiny. In fact looking myself, her entire pussy looked like a 12 year olds. Well, David being David than got a hard-on, and never even bothered trying to hide it, so I said to Felice, while nodding at David's cock, that it was because he was ogling her curves he got like that. She looked and went cherry red, and Janey told her that, if he got all lovesick over her, then SHE would have to sort David out. David immediately smiled, and said , in that case then, he was going to make sure he stayed that way. All of us called him a dirty boy, and Felice had her hand over her turned away face blushing, and trying to think what to say. I giggled, leant over to her, and said that we didn't mind sharing him, as he recovered from things very quickly. She looked at me, and I smiled, she looked at Janey who didn't hear what I had said, then back to me. Felice gulped and looked at Julie and David, and then at me again, I smiled softly and nodded, then placed my hand on my tummy. Felice immediately seemed to drool, and licked her lips. All too soon it was time to make a move as Felice told us, that as the families left, then so the males started to arrive and walk around, with a lot not even bothering in the least to hide their camera's. Felice and I never even bothered to put our swimwear back on, we just helped the others and carried our stuff. I told Felice that I actually liked to be looked at as it made me tingly, and was rewarded with her saying that she too enjoyed being naked and being watched. Janey retorted that, maybe we should both stay naked on the way home if we liked it that much. Smirking together, Felice and I walked with the others to the car naked, and sat there with the others not even bothering to attempt to get dressed, so Janey started the car, and drove off with us two like that, and giggling excitedly, Julie slipped her swimsuit off, as she sat between Felice and I. On the way back home, Janey overtook, as slowly as she could, four big lorries, so giving the drivers a good view of us in the back. I was sure that there could have been an accident as the drivers were ogling us, and not paying attention to their driving. But, we got back home, and Janey turned into the driveway. As it was getting on to 7pm, I suggested that we once again go to the restaurant in the harbour, to save time preparing food ourselves. Thankfully, Felice had brought a change of clothing in a valise, and brought it in from her car. Janey and the kids were already upstairs, as I led the way with Felice, having waited for her to get her valise. Felice asked my then haltingly, if it was normal for Julie to be as she was. I smiled, and said that she is actually our resident nymphomaniac, as she is always wanting to suckle either Janey's or my nipples, so Felice should be prepared for the same treatment if Julie got the chance. She stopped on the stairs looking at me, and stuttered, asking if I was joking or serious. I said that I was definitely serious, then took Felice's hand and led her into the bedroom.

 

Chapter 9

Felice laid her valise on the bed, and I led her into the shower, and she gaped as she saw David in there with Janey and Julie, with David gently soaping Janey's back and Julie soaping her mothers titties while Janey washed Julie's hair. Still holding Felice's hand, I stepped into the shower, and took some gel to start soaping David down. Within minutes of starting on David, I had his cock as stiff as it could be, and softly soaping it up and down. Julie turned her back to her mother for her back to be done, and reached out with soapy hands to start on Felice. Within minutes, Felice and Julie were soaping each other's fronts, each paying particular attention to the others titties. Having been soaped all over, and now in need of a rinsing, David started on my soaping, while I finished washing Janey's pussy. Watching her daughter and Felice soaping each other, she soon leant back against me as I concentrated on her clitty, and she spasmed on my fingers, moaning lustily as she came in my arms. I bent down and took one of Janey's nipples in my mouth, with her leaning against the wall. I kept my legs straight, and David positioned himself behind me, took hold of my hips, and slowly slid his cock into me. With Janey's nipple in my mouth, I almost bit down as I felt my pussy penetrated, and then as David started to fuck me, his pushes forced me harder against Janey with each thrust. I looked sideways, and Felice was watching David, all the while that Julie was sucking her button nipple, and I could see, nibbling it and stretching it out, making Felice jerk around and gasp. My fingers were now buried in Janey's pussy, my thumb rubbing over her clitty, and David was building up a lovely tempo, his cock making the spots rub just where I liked them rubbed. I heard Felice let out a loud moan, and looking I saw that Julie, whilst still latched on to her nipple, had inserted two fingers into her pussy and was working them in and out making Felice's knees almost buckle. David had now grabbed a huge handful of my hair, and was rapidly pulling me backwards as he thrust his cock into me. My mouth still clamped on Janey's nipple, three fingers inside her pussy, and both of Janey's hands cupping my titties, pinching and pulling my nipples. I came then, screaming into Janey's titty, and pushing my fingers hard into her, I felt her muscles gripping and releasing me as she reached her own peak, and orgasmed against the wall. David thrust as hard and as roughly as he could, and I felt him shoot his lovely sperm into the depths of my tummy. If it wasn't for David and Janey holding me, I'm sure I would have collapsed on the floor, and as I was coming down from my high Janey pointed, and Felice was on her knees, her mouth clamped to Julie's pussy, sucking her clitty into her mouth, with Julie wrapping one leg around Felice's shoulder. Julie came then, and I saw her actually squirt into Felice's mouth. With the water from the shower still flowing around us, we all caught our breaths back, I kissing Janey and David, and David kissing me and his mother, while Julie and Felice hugged and kissed each other.

Out of the shower, and into the bedroom, we towelled dry, and us girls did our hair and makeup. David dressed, and was ready, so I asked him to pick our clothes for the night. For Janey, he selected her gold midthigh cocktail dress, with the offset hem and lace overskirt. He then laid out a pair of matching stockings an her black suspender belt. For Julie, it was a yellow dress with a black sash ribbon around the waist and black trim at the hem, her white and black and purple suspender belt with black stockings, and for me he chose my white loose topped dress that was midthigh, with white satin and lace suspender belt and white stockings, with my white strapped, heeled sandals. We dressed in what was laid out, and Felice had brought a red minidress with a deep plunge neckline. She was about to put a thong on, and David held her hand, took the thong and placed it back in her valise. He then took my black satin and lace suspender belt with black stockings and looking at me, cocked his eyebrow. I smiled and nodded, so he handed these to Felice, who smiled and wore them. I told Felice, that we were now dressed how David liked girls to dress, and she shook her head smiling, amazed that he had this preference, and telling me that she had never been out without a thong or briefs before. I kissed her gently on the lips to her surprise, and said that if she came with us again on a trip or for a meal, then she would be doing it again and again. She giggled coyly and blushed when Janey told her that David loved the idea of girls having bare pussies, which was why even Julie had nothing on too. David just smiled and rubbed Felice's bum softly. Janey ushered us out of the bedroom, as it wasn't getting any earlier, into the Jaguar, and off we went to the harbour. As we pulled up, the Maitre D sent a waiter down to assist us, and David, getting out first, opened the door for me, while the waiter opened the door for Janey. I exited the car holding David's hand, stood and straightened my skirt, and then watched as David helped Felice. Janey helped Julie, and together, we climbed the steps to the restaurant. David in the middle of Felice and I, holding hands, then Julie holding Felice's hand, Janey had the arm of the waiter. Tonight there were a lot of other diners seated outside in the warm evening, and I saw and felt more than a few eyes on us. The M.D. asked if we would like to dine outside again, to which we replied yes please, and he escorted us to a table overlooking the seating area, with the waiter going to bring the menu's. We decided on our food, with the waiter taking our order, and I decided on a glass of the house wine along with Janey and Felice, while David and Julie had coke. As I lifted my glass to my lips, I glanced over the other diners, and noticed a few eyes staring at us, I took a sip of my wine, and set the glass down looking at my lap, and then at Janey's and Felice's. All three of us had sat and our skirts had risen slightly, allowing our lace stocking tops and a little bare thigh to show. The nearest table to us had a couple in their late 20s seated, and the woman, was looking at my legs. As she was sitting directly in front of me, I parted my knees as I reached for some bread to nibble, and encouraged her to look, knowing full well she could now see right up to my pussy. She never broke her gaze at all, and when I had my bread, I caught her eye, she blushed furiously at being caught out, but kept looking at me with quick glances. Emboldened by her glances, I smiled at her, and as she smiled back, I again opened my thighs to allow her to look again. This time she stared longer, with a smile crossing her face, and she winked at me. I looked slightly to my right, and a guy was actually straining his neck to look up Felice's skirt. I made eye contact with him, and raised a finger to my lips for silence, then whispered in Felice's ear. I told her about the woman directly in front of me, and what I had done, then told her of the guy looking at her, and I asked her to keep looking at me, and open her legs. This she did uncertainly, and the guy was looking hard. The woman who looked up my skirt saw this new attraction, and as they both looked, totally ignoring their own respective partners, I placed my hand on Felice's knee. I softly told her to continue looking at me, as if we were in conversation, and slid my hand up her thigh, over her stocking top, pushed her skirt higher, and her thighs further apart, until I was able to stroke her pussy. Our audience never took their eyes away until I removed my hand, brought that hand to my face, and sucked the finger that had parted Felice's pussy lips. The guy, in his forties, nearly fell off his chair, causing his wife to start rapidly jabbering on at him, and the woman in front of me actually mouth the word "merci" to me. I winked and smiled at her, and placed my hand back on Felice's thigh, just as our food arrived.

With Felice on my right, I had David on my left. Felice was sitting now answering some questions from Janey and Julie, and as I and David had finished our main course, I took David's hand, and wiped it with my serviette, then kept holding it as I smiled at him, and slowly pulled it under the table. The woman sitting directly in front looked as I placed his hand on my thigh, and softly pushed it up my skirt. He started to rub my pussy, hid fingertip finding my clitty, and rubbing it, made me flinch rapidly on my seat. The woman watched intently as David rubbed and pinched my clitty with her eyes wide open, trying to make sure she missed nothing. I leant back slightly in my chair to give David better access and her a better view. After a while, I had to stop David as I knew that I would have screamed as I orgasmed. I held his hand for a while, then, bringing his hand to my face I licked and sucked his fingers clean, all the while looking this woman in the eyes. Her dining partner left their table, to visit the toilet I think, and with no-one in front of her, she lifted the hem of her dress to her waist, and the front of her pink thing was soaked. I smiled back at her, but had to turn my head as Janey asked me something. Yes please I said, on more glass of wine. Janey smiled at me knowingly, and when I again looked at the woman her partner was just seating himself again. I said that I needed the loo, and stood with my clutch bag, from this I took one of the cards that had my French cell phone number on it, and showing the woman what I was doing, placed it in a folded napkin. I then stepped from my seat, and walked past her. As I drew level with her, I stooped, as if to pick something up, and placed the napkin on her table. She smiled and thanked me, and as her partners eyes were checking out my titties, she deftly took the card and placed it in her own bag. As I walked up the steps to the restaurant, I just KNOW I was wiggling my bum exactly right, I glanced over my shoulder, and her partner was watching me all the way, so I smiled and winked at him. On my return to our table, I passed them getting ready to leave. The man turned sideways on to let me pass between him and the woman who now had my card, and as I passed her, I pushed my bum back to her slightly, and the guy pressed a card into my hand. I smiled again, both AT the guy for the card, and inwardly, at feeling her hand caress my bum. Back at the table I sat, and Janey was grinning broadly at me and shaking her head. I passed her my Credit Card, again telling her the pin number, and we waited as she entered it to the machine, and took the receipt. We then stood, and again with the waiter in attendance, we went to the car, all got in, and then home. Once there, Janey opened a bottle of the wine we had obtained from the winery and placed in the fridge on our return. She poured all five of us a glass each, and told me I was an absolute, out and out hussy for what I had done. I almost doubled up giggling like mad, and David, Julie and Felice wanted to know what I had done. Janey then explained all that she had seen, and she had seen it all from where she had sat, totally unable to even tug her own skirt down. She told them that as I had left the table, I had slipped a card to the woman who was watching David play with my pussy, all the while flirting with her husband, and on my return had accepted a card from her husband. David was almost wetting himself laughing, and Felice hadn't seen a thing, as she was asking questions at the time. I eventually stopped laughing myself, and pulled his card from my bag, passing it around to them. Felice took the card and gasped. The guy was a regular customer at the shop she worked in. He came in regularly, but never with his wife. I said I had no idea really what I would do if the wife did call me, and certainly no idea what to do about his card. David made my mind up about that. He told me that on Wednesday, I would call him. Janey called for a vote of them all, and it was decided that I was a complete and utter slut, and as such should be punished. That night, I was systematically raped by my family, and it was beautiful. Lying on the bed, David between my thighs, my legs wrapped around him tightly, and his cock ramming my pussy harder than ever before, I had both my nipples suckled on. HARD. Nibbling, biting tugging. All three taking it in turns to straddle my face, forcing me to lick them to orgasm, and once they had cum on my face, each in turn, little by little, peed in my mouth, forcing me to swallow it. All this time, I also had either Janey's or Felice's fingers poking into my bum hole, along with David's cock in my pussy. After they had all finished with me, I was licked clean, with all three taking turns to do that as well. I remember Felice's delight, as Julie sucked her brothers cock back to erection, and she then gasped aloud as David then opened his mothers legs, and started to fuck her as hard as he had me. I fell asleep then, missing what else had happened, and only woke in the morning to both my nipples being sucked by Julie and David. Janey and Felice were licking each other's pussies. Owing to what happened the night before, all we did that day was to sit by the pool, and fuck as much as we could. For the first time, over the patio table, I saw David fuck Felice, and like me and Janey, she loved it too. He even fucked Julies pussy and that day, we all orgasmed so many times we lost count. In the afternoon, Felice went home quickly, and returned with clothing and bits, as she had to work the next day.

On Wednesday morning, we saw Felice off to work with kisses and cuddles, promises of the fact that she would always be welcome to stay a while as and when she wished. She told us she would come round Thursday night, if, it was ok with us. Of course it was. It was at 10am that David told me to phone the guy Philippe. I said that I couldn't do it, I don't think, with everyone listening. I was left to make the call. Which I did. I used my cell phone to call his, and he answered almost immediately. I told him who I was, and he said that he would love to meet me on our own, which I was all for, but said that I couldn't meet him at my home here as I was with family. He told me about a hotel that was just north of the town, and I agreed to meet him there for lunch that day. I ran outside to the patio, and told the others, and they were as excited as I was. David even told me that he would choose my clothes, and, that I should wear my nipple rings. Janey mentioned the butt plugs we had bought, and David had a really wicked, evil grin on his face. I showered, and with Janey's help did my hair and makeup. David chose a pale lemon dress that hugged my body like a sheath. This was coupled to a tightly laced cupless corset of a golden satin that was double lined. The lace frills at the bottom were slightly lighter to the main corset, with gold coloured, elastic and lace suspender straps. Lemon stockings, and strapped sandals of the exact same colour as the dress completed the look. Janey pulled a gold leather Louis Vitton clutch bag from her clothes drawer. In this, I placed my cell phone, some makeup, a brush, and my money purse. I had already clipped the chained rings to my nipples, just tightly enough to enable my nipples, which had been sucked to hardness first, by Janey and Julie, to really tent the top of my dress, and then David produced the butt plug and lubricant. He had me bend over with Janey lifting my skirt. She lubed my bum hole, using her finger, and pushed some lube inside me, using her finger to massage my sphincter and stretch me somewhat. David had lubed the plug, and held it to my tight puckered hole. I had only ever had two fingers at most pushed in there, and I was worried that the plug would hurt too much, but Janey's attention relaxed me there quite considerably, and when David pushed, my sphincter opened, the head slipped in, and as the 2 and a half inch plug disappeared inside me, my sphincter rapidly closed after it, to grip the rippled shaft. Janey then grasped the nail head base, and slowly pushed it all in me, and pulled it back out again until the thick head stopped it. She repeated this a few times, and with the feeling of the rippled shaft stimulating my anus, and the thick head entering me, I was almost cumming within seconds. She stopped before I did though, and I stood straight with it pushed right into me. However, as I walked the plug slipped down and felt as if it was going to come out. But, it was only the shaft that could slide out, with the bulbous head resting on my sphincter stopping it. There was also the added feeling of the nail head, softly rubbing against my upper thighs. It was also heavy, weighing around the 6 ounce mark. I so definitely knew it was there, and would all the time it was inside me. Julie held out to Janey a hair clip exciter, of a silk flower, with little silk feathers at the base in lemon and white. This was fixed in my hair to one side. I felt good. Janey stepped back and whistled, saying I looked totally gorgeous, and taking out a new digital camera she had bought in the UK, she snapped a few photo's of me. I did a final check in the mirror, and agreed, I looked good. The dress only JUST hid my stocking tops, but the suspender straps showed through if you looked. My nipples were so plainly visible, they couldn't be mistaken for anything, other than what they were. We went downstairs then, and I called a cab.

The cab arrived, and as I got in the back, I remembered the plug, and sat slowly. It's pushing back into me as my bum met the seat made me gasp slightly, but not loud enough for the driver to hear. He that drove from the house to the hotel, and all the way there, the vibrations and bumps were transmitted into my anus and pussy. Arriving at the hotel, we swung round in an arc, due to the driveway bending around the central fountain. I had expected a small hotel, but this was totally 5 star. As we stopped, I paid the driver with a relevant tip, and exited with a uniformed greeter holding the door. It was now 12.15. He escorted me to the door, which was held open for me, and I entered the portal of this grand hotel. I had absolutely no idea what to do, or where to go, as I had never been there before, but I walked with a certainty that I knew where I was going, in the direction of the reception desk, and saw the bar, that led to the dining rooms. I entered this bar, and even though I say it myself, I turned heads. I felt my pussy clench, my nipples seeming to grow even larger and harder, and then I worried, that the plug base could be seen through the material of my dress. Clenching the cheeks of my bum, gave the visual impression of a more seductive wiggle, but, I was concentrating on keeping the plug as still as possible. It was a waste of time. I knew it was there, and to cap it all, as my thighs rubbed the nail head base, they caused the thick head of the plug to be moved inside me increasing the feelings I was having. I got about halfway along the bar, when Philippe stood from his stool, and moved towards me with a smile on his lips, lust in his eyes, and outstretched arms. I stopped in front of him, and he leaned in to kiss my cheek softly, his breath minty, and his cologne expensive and, as it should be, understated. He took my arm and led me to a seat at the bar, asking if I'd like a drink. I asked for a white wine, and sat slowly, allowing the plugs shaft the time to push the head up inside me. Philippe was very attentive of me, and complimented me on my French, I blushed slightly, thanking him, and explaining that my mother, a fluent French speaker, insisted that when we were staying at the house, I spoke only French in the town, and in French company. He nodded and smiled, saying in English that his own parents insisted that he only speak English when they visited the UK on his fathers business trips. We chatted like this for a while, waiting for our table to be made ready. Philippe's attention was drawn quite often to my nipples, and this knowledge of his gaze, coupled with the gaze of others doing the same as he, made me even more brazen. His hand found my knee, in conversation, and I placed my hand over his, squeezing softly. I then physically pulled his hand further up my thigh, and made sure he realised I was wearing stockings and suspenders. I continued this until we were called for the table. The bulge at Philippe's crotch was noticeable, as we walked to the table with me holding his proffered arm. I asked Philippe to order for us, and soon, we were lunching on fresh lobster, with seasonal salads, and prawns. After we had eaten, the lobster main course, I excused myself to visit the loo, and, on walking to it, back through the bar, I was approached by a man in his thirties, with greying temples, who smiled introduced himself as 'Gaston' and on taking my hand in greeting, slid his card into my palm. in the loo, I slid this card into my money purse, did what was needed, and returned to the bar, only to be accosted charmingly, by another guy of the same age as 'Gaston'. He too slipped his card into my hand. I was now VERY excited by all that had transpired here, and returned to Philippe, in time to be served with a dessert of a very tart lemon mousse that cleansed the pallet, we had coffee French style, very strong and thick. The butterfly's in my tummy that I had experienced at first, were but a memory now. I was being flattered and responded to it with my eyes and smile. Then Philippe stated that he had a private suite here, and asked if I wished to visit with him, I looked into his eyes and stated that of course, I would be delighted. We left the dining room and walked to the lifts.

The lifts were attendant controlled, but, as soon as we were in the suite, we literally attacked each other kissing like rampant lovers. He kissed with a passion, our tongues entwining, his hands on my bum pulling me to him. He then picked me up and carried me to the bed. There we undressed each other, my hands shaking so much, I was having trouble with his belt. He reached behind me, and unzipped my dress, his shirt was off by now, and his belt and waistband undone. He gently slipped the dress straps from my shoulders, and gasped at the style and cut of my corset. He pulled back slightly taking in the chained rings on my nipples holding them erect, his finger hooking the chain and tugging slightly. I flinched and gasped aloud, flinging my arms back around his neck, and pulling him to kiss him back as passionately as I could. Softly, he unclipped the rings, placing them on the bedside table. The blood given freedom to flow unhindered to my nipples, caused the tingles to course through my titties. His head dropped to my nipples and he started to suckle me with a relish. I had his cock in my hand, and gasped at the shear size of it filling my hand. I wanted this monster inside me. I wanted this to stretch me, to fill me. Before my dress fell to the floor, I quickly dropped to my knees, holding his cock in front of my face, licked the tip, ran my tongue all around his cock head, then opened my lips and started to suck it as best I could. Philippe's eyes closed, and he groaned. I ran my tongue under the head, using my fingers to pull his foreskin back, exposing his glans to my lips and tongue. My head bobbed back and forth, I pushed the tip of my tongue into the slit at the tip of his cock, licking up the pre-cum that was seeping from it. His trousers and shorts were now off completely and he lay on the bed, I stood, dropped my dress from my hips, and he exclaimed aloud as he realised that I wore neither knickers or thong. He stared at my piercing, and I climbed onto the bed with him and kissed him with lust. He asked me to continue sucking him, and I smiled happily at that, and as I started to go down on him, he gently pulled my legs to his head. I straddled his face, and taking his cock back between my lips I started to suck him again as I lowered my soaking wet pussy to his face. I felt what was going to happen. I knew it would, and could do nothing to stop it. I orgasmed as soon as his tongue touched my clitty. As I orgasmed, I squirted. His groans of delight at this were long. As I calmed from that cum, I resumed my sucking and rapid bobbing on his cock taking at least 5 inches into my mouth each stroke down, my hand covering the rest and rubbing with gentle squeezing. My left hand cupped his balls and massaged them gently, and I felt him tensing under me. I worked his cock faster, sucking harder, and he shot his sperm into my mouth. A full ten squirts of thick sperm I swallowed, one after the other, it was stronger tasting than David's, but I loved the taste. As his squirts subsided, I sucked his glans like a baby on a dummy, squeezing his cock from balls to head, milking every last drop from him. He calmed from his orgasm as I continued to suck his cock, teasing and licking as much as I could. He had a very accomplished tongue, and went back top work on me, licking along my slit, lapping up all the juices that were flowing from me, as he licked and sucked, he now used his fingertips to hold the plug, and work the shaft in and out. This made me cum again and again. The sensations of his tongue on my pussy and clitty, and the ridged shaft in my anus soon melded into one long continuous orgasm, that wouldn't stop until he did. I almost passed out from what was happening to me, and he slowed his actions, until he was just softly licking to allow me to get my breath back. His cock was now fully hard again, so I knelt up, and turned around with a smile on my face. I told him that his tongue was magic and what he did was fantastic. His ego inflated even more at that. I reached over to the bedside table and took some tissues to extract the plug. He asked if I would keep it in me, until I explained that his was not only the biggest cock I had seen, but that the only cock I had taken before was a boys cock less than half his size. I never then or after told him it was David's. I removed the plug, and straddled his hips, I then leant forwards and kissed him, as I took his cock in my hand and lowered myself onto him. I gasped into his mouth, easing myself onto his monster cock, my lips opening over the head, and feeling it stretching me more than ever before. I stopped lowering, and moved up and down, not going deeper than this. For Philippe's part, he stayed still allowing me to adjust at my own speed. We both knew that, he having cum already, he would take longer to cum a second time. Once the stretching feeling was easing, I lowered myself more. Now I had nearly three quarters of him in me, and he was touching the top of my pussy. Again I stopped at that depth, and bobbed up and down for a while, each time forcing my pussy down onto him more and harder each time. Eventually, I was able to sit upright on him and I had ALL of his cock inside me. I had orgasmed three times getting his cock to stretch my pussy enough to take him. I lay back down on his chest, and started to roll to one side, coaxing him to get atop me. He gently rolled me over, and took his weight on his elbows and knees.

Once he was on top, he slowly withdrew his cock from my pussy, it felt as if his cock head was going to pull my womb down with it. He left only the tip inside me, and then paused, I was gasping, looking straight into his eyes, and he slowly pushed back into me. My head pushed back into the pillows, arching my titties at his chest, my breath being pushed out of my lungs by his cock. I lifted my knees higher, and then my ankles came off the bed, and I wrapped them around his back, locking my ankles together over him. I then looked again and kissed him deeply as I pulled myself onto his cock, and he into me. Philippe started to move his cock in and out of me, fucking me, and I loved it. He paced himself and, used the angle of penetration to rub strongly, his cock head against the front of my sensitive pussy walls. All this was driving me ecstatically towards another orgasm. His pace quickened ever so slightly, I was loud. I was turned on. I was being fucked properly. And I loved it. I wanted more, wanted everything he was prepared to give me. I started then to say loudly that I wanted him to really fuck me properly. I tried not to scream and shout, but lost. His pace was faster and faster, harder and harder. "FUCK ME PHILIPPE FUCK ME HARD, MAKE ME CUM. FILL MY CUNT WITH YOUR COCK AND SPERM, SPUNK IN ME". I couldn't help it, I was in raptures and wanted to be fucked as hard as it was possible. And I was. Philippe rammed me faster and harder than anything, and as he tensed, as he used his toes and knees to push further into me, pulling down with his hands on my shoulders, I orgasmed, so strongly that I squirted the entire contents of my bladder, he came inside me, his sperm hot, thick, strongly hitting my cervix and filling me with a warmth that flooded through me, and with my legs pulling him into me, and holding his cock inside me, he all but collapsed on me, but maintained supporting his weight off me, thankfully. We were spent, hot and sweaty, and I was KNOWING that my pussy had been fucked. He helped me undress completely, and even helped me shower. Having dried off, he helped me to get dressed again. The chained nipple rings and plug were placed in my bag. Philippe then asked me if, I normally wore no underwear except for stockings and suspenders, and I smiled saying that I hated them when it was warm except during that certain time of the month. And he smiled even more, when I added that I always wore stockings, NEVER tights, and ALL my corsets and bra's left my nipples exposed as this one did. He shook his head, and stated that everything he had heard about English girls had now been blown out of the window. We laughed together at this, and I asked if I would be seeing him again. He told me, he was leaving France for the USA for two weeks, that very evening, and asked if I would like to accompany him, I giggled and asked about his wife going, but he said she hated flying so would be staying here in France. I said that as much as I would like to go, I couldn't leave my friend that alone here with her children. as they were here at my request. He said that he fully understood, and that it was such a pity. I finished correcting my makeup and hair so that I now looked just as I did when I arrived. As we were about to leave, Philippe held my arm and slipped open my bag, into which he placed an envelope with the crest of the hotel on it, and closed my bag again, and as I opened my mouth to ask, he kissed me told me he would like me to buy myself a nice dress for when he returned and led me to the lift. Downstairs, he led me to the front doors and out, spoke to the concierge, and within seconds a cab appeared. He kissed me again, told me he would call as soon as he returned, and paid the driver for my journey with what looked a good tip. I sat in the back seat of the cab, and was returned home. I arrived at the house, and went in to the squeals of Janey and Julie. David ran in and asked if I was ok and happy. I assured all I was perfectly happy and had to tell, all that had happened. Well, nearly all. I didn't mention in front of David about Philippe's size and how many times I came. But I told all. Janey guessed more had happened and we both signalled each other with raised eyebrows that there WAS more. David and Julie were still filled with youthful exuberance, and as I was now safe home, they ran back top the pool. It was now 5pm.

 

Chapter 10

It took a while for the kids to start playing noisily, and I told Janey about his size, his spunking in my mouth, everything. And when I told her about the other guys giving me their cards, we giggled and she said that she wanted to see them. I opened the bag she had loaned me and then saw the envelope from Philippe. I passed her the two cards, doing my best to describe the givers, and we were giggling like mad over it. Then I told her about the envelope from Philippe. Her face lit right up then, and almost screamed at me to show her and open it. I took it from the bag with shaking hands, and gave it to her. She looked at the hotel crest and felt the thickness of what it contained, and with shaking hand, gave it back. We both sat silently, and she said to go on, open it, not knowing is killing me. Not knowing was killing ME too, so nervously, I peeled open the seal, and pulled a thick wad of Francs from it. My tummy tightened, as I laid 15 individually, cellophane wrapped bundles of bank notes. Each bundle had the cellophane heat sealed, with the crest of a Casino on it, and each bundle was marked as '1000 FF'. Fifteen thousand French Francs. My mouth hit the floor, joining Janey's as it happened. I sat back in the chair shocked. I couldn't even speak at that moment. Neither could Janey. I pulled my currency converter slowly from the drawer where I had put it in the living room and walked unsteadily back to the sofa. I sat next to Janey, and stared at the fifteen bundles. I keyed in the amount, Janey and I sitting shoulder to shoulder, and looked at her. Janey pressed the 'convert' button, and both of us almost fainted. Philippe had valued my time with him as being worth 3thousand French Francs per hour, plus a terrific meal. The converter window showed that the fifteen bundles worked out at just OVER two thousand British Pounds. I couldn't speak, I knew what it meant, and I turned to Janey and said that Philippe had classed me as a prostitute. Janey denied that, she told me that he knew I was young, hell everyone could see I was. She said that he was acting more like a sugar daddy. I was totally confused at this, and she had to explain that he was sort of proving that, were I to be his "younger mistress", I would be looked after. Well, that was so new to me. I had NEVER heard of it before, and she promised me that one of her friends years ago, had a sugar daddy who called her when his wife wasn't around, and she would go to meet him. There was no love, just that this girl had the pick of all the best designer clothing. I said that Philippe's parting words were, that I should get a nice dress for when he returns. Janey replied, that seems then, he believes he will be my sugar daddy then. I laughed, heartily, at this, but I took the cash, and put it back in the bag. It was time for thinking. I asked what about the other guys, they were older than Philippe, both in their thirties, as opposed to late 20s for Philippe, and she said well give them a try if I wanted, see what happens. This actually excited me. A lot. Janey asked me how I really felt about the money. I had to admit to her. It excited me. And I said that I DID want to see what would happen with others. She grinned and said that she thought I would, and that it also excited HER at the thought. David and Julie came in then asking about dinner, and Janey and I set about making a meal for them. We said it would be an hour or so before it could be ready, and before either Janey or I could say anything, David and Julie were fucking on the settee. We giggled like mad, but left them to it. With the meal prepared and in the oven cooking, we went into the living room, and Julie had her legs up keeping David's sperm inside her. She was copying how Janey and I lay, keeping his sperm inside us. Janey then said to David that two other men had given me their cards just as the man from the restaurant had. He asked me where and when, and I told him that it was at the hotel, when I was going to and from the loo. He, Janey and Julie found that VERY funny, and so did I. I showed him the cards, and he said to ring one. I looked at him and asked if he minded that other men wanted to meet me. He said that he knew they wanted to fuck me as I was so beautiful. His mates from school wanted to fuck me too. And he said he wasn't worried at all. Schoolboy logic I supposed. I took a deep breath, pulled out my cell phone, looked at the cards, trying to remember which card was for which guy, and saw that one card had 'daytime only' on it. I dialled the other instead.

The phone was answered on the fourth ring, and in my finest English accent I asked if this was Gaston, even though I knew it would be. "Aaah, he said, the beautiful young English lady from the hotel, I am so sorry to have just pressed my card upon you, but, I had to leave quickly for a business meeting" "Oh that's not a problem, have you finished with your meeting now or am I disturbing you?" I replied.

"Absolutely not, I am glad you called as it happens, how was your afternoon at the ***** hotel.?" "Not that good I'm sorry to say, just a lunch, and then a phone call left me alone and on the way home" was my reply to that, with Janey making a confused face at me. "Such a shame, so, as we are speaking now, may I ask if you are free for dinner at all?"

I mouthed to Janey that he was inviting me to dinner. Tonight. And she nodded and said go, go "Yes I am as it happens, and, by the way, my name is Carole" "and do you know the restaurant at ****** ?" "No, I don't but if you tell me the address, I am sure I could get a cab" "No need, of that, I'll send my driver to collect you."

I agreed to that and he told me to be ready for 8pm and the car would pick me up. I gave him the address, and hung up. I was shaking. Janey said that dinner for me was cancelled then here, and we all laughed. I ran upstairs to get undressed and had another shower to start all over again. Once I had finished, and dried off, Janey came into the bedroom and said that David was really ok with it all, and had even said to her, that she should help me get ready. I had only one cocktail dress, that would do as a dinner dress. It was as short as our dresses of last night, and it was scarlet red, and really sexy, as it had transparent lace panels. I had a breast pump with me, and set it to work. We did my hair and makeup. I wore a red satin bra with black lace, cupless of course, and a matching suspender belt. Black stockings with a 4 inch lace top, a black choker, and black strapped sandals with 4 inch heels. I also included a black cameo choker around my neck that used to be my mothers, and a black feather teaser in my hair. It was now 7.30. My nipples were as sensitive as they could possibly be with the rings on. And looking in the mirror, if one looked hard enough, it could be seen that I had my nipples bared and the chain was on show. David had come into the bedroom as I had finished and he looked approvingly at me. I asked if he was even the least bit jealous and he said no. as he knew I would be back with them soon enough, if this guy wasn't nice. I smiled. He was right at that. Janey said she would get the registration number of the car, to be sure. I then gave David the cleaned Plug, and bent over. It was inserted, and now that I was getting used to it, I felt that if I never had it there, would soon miss it. The car arrived at 7.55pm. A Bentley. I was taken aback, and so was the others, but as she had said Janey took the number of the car, and I gave her Gaston's card, and the other one too. The uniformed driver opened the rear door, and I entered the sumptuous interior, and again, sat gently.

We arrived at the restaurant, and as when he picked me up, the driver got out, walked round, and opened the door, offering me his hand to exit the car. The restaurant was VERY exclusive, right in the heart of the very best part of town, and with a few cheaper type restaurants that were all full of tourists. As I exited the car, I knew, MANY eyes were watching. I walked with as much grace as I could remember my mother teaching me, and before I reached the door, Gaston appeared to greet me. A kiss on the cheek for us both, and taking his arm, we entered the door with Gaston holding it for me. In the restaurant were many couples. In fact, many like us too. Older man, younger plaything. We were sat at the back looking out, I on Gaston's left. Just as with Philippe, Gaston was most attentive, and I was beginning to feel I could get very used to this treatment. Our conversation was intimate, and very friendly, he made me very relaxed. The compliments helped though. And looking around, I was certainly the youngest female here, no wonder nearly ALL the male heads turned. Gaston did ask though if that was a chain between my breasts, and I giggled saying there were a few surprises about me tonight, and he smiled with a gentleness I had never seen from a man. His hand had dropped to my knee in familiarity as we had talked, and again, I placed my hand over his, but this time, as we were in the back of the building, the light more subdued, I pulled Gaston's hand higher up my thigh, but UNDER my skirt, until his hand was on my bare thigh. He asked what foods I felt like, and I said I would like him to order for me, and that I would really prefer a light meal, as lunch was a full lobster meal, and still had me feeling not overly hungry. The meal was indeed light, and at my request, fairly quick. I felt certain that Gaston took me need to be because I never got to the "Good Bit" at lunch time because of a phone call. And kept up this pretence. By 10.30pm we were sat in the back of the Bentley heading to Gaston's home. It has to be said, that Gaston was neither as well endowed as Philippe, nor as skilled as a lover. But, whilst on my knees sucking his cock, he came very quickly, and I made a great show of swallowing his sperm, which WAS very nice to do, I then stood, and without further ado, I slipped off my dress completely. Gaston was totally taken with my chained rings and clitty piercing, making eye contact, I turned slowly, to reveal the butt plug in my bum, and I thought he would cum again without being touched. I then asked him sweetly, to take me to bed, and make love to me. With Gaston, I kept the plug in my bum until he had cum again, and thankfully, I did too. I removed the plug and nipple rings, removed my suspender belt and stockings and cleaned up in his bathroom. By this time he was hard again and I thought maybe NOW he will be harder to make cum, but he wasn't. just one more cum for me, and he came straight away. But, he was gentle, very gentle, and held me in his arms all night stroking my hair to send me to sleep. We woke at 8am, I kissed Gaston good morning, and we rose with him leading me straight to the shower. I had already told Gaston about Janey and the kids, along with the fact that it would be so unfair of me to leave them abandoned. He totally agreed, and stated that on Friday night he was attending a dinner and would like me to accompany him. I accepted and asked as to the style of dress. He smiled saying not to worry, as we would have that in hand this morning. I was intrigued. We showered, and I put my dress back on, the chain and cleaned plug in my bag with my bra, stockings and suspender belt. These at his request. We breakfasted on croissants, butter and honey, with lashings of creamy coffee. Then we got into his waiting car and went to a part of the town where I wouldn't normally go, as the shops there were all Dior, and the like. Here I was treated like a complete Princess. Dresses and blouses of pure silks, and lingerie? ALL in purest of silks and many colours and styles, fourteen complete sets in all. I asked if the shop stocked the cupless versions and also the heavy laced corsets that I liked, and to my surprise, the sales lady said that she had never known THAT shop to stock items of that cut. Oh well. Gaston on the other hand had listened, and spoke softly with the manageress. At 11.30, there were over ten complete outfits including shoes and two evening gowns that were totally fantastic. These were carried to the car by the shop assistants, and Gaston asked me if I would really wear the style of clothing he had chosen. I assured him with joy, that the clothes I preferred on a daily basis were actually of the retro 50's style, all frills and lace. He loved that, and took me to another shop. Here was lingerie of my style, but, where I had paid around fifty pounds for my corsets, these were in the region of one hundred and fifty pounds. Gaston asked what I would like, to which I replied that, as I would be wearing them for him, he should be the one to choose. And he did. Eight fully boned and heavy laced corsets, all cupless, and ten more lingerie sets, all cupless in the bra's. He then said that he had an afternoon appointment, but that his driver would return me home, and he would call me later. I ensured that his phone had my number installed in it, as he was looking at his phone with a furrowed brow, and he laughed saying that the new technology was baffling to him. As I was doing this, I noticed from the corner of my eye that a small package was placed in my bag. I said nothing. I handed him his phone and he kissed me farewell, installed me in his car with orders for the driver, and with a wave, we were gone. At the house, David, Janey and Julie, helped with the bags, it was now 2pm. And saying goodbye to the driver, he drove off. We went inside, and I collapsed on the sofa.

Thankfully Janey brought me a big mug of coffee, saying with purely joking sarcasm, that a mornings shopping must be really hard work, and, as I explained what I had just gone through, she retorted that God, it WOULD be tiring. I then said that I would NEVER had gone to those shops myself, as the prices were WAY over the top. She laughed though saying that as long as someone like Gaston was paying, do it. I agreed and started to open the bags from the first shop. First was the lingerie, to be greeted with Oooh's and Aaah's a full fourteen sets, all in pure silk, and over 30 pairs of pure silk stockings. Then the ten outfits inclusive of shoes, they were Dior outfits, the finest cut especially for ready made clothing. From the second shop, the ten extra lingerie sets, and eight corsets were admired no end. Even David was stroking them and saying that it would be fun seeing me in them. I said to Janey that the sad bit is, I would have to leave a lot here in the house as they wouldn't get the use in the UK. She nodded, agreeing with me, and saying it IS such a pity. Then Julie found the two receipts. The one from the Dior shop, had me almost fainting. This was for forty one thousand Francs, while the second was twenty three thousand! ! I almost screamed. How on earth can ANYONE justify THAT sort of spending on clothes for one night so far. I sat on the settee in total shock. Janey said that he must have wanted me to have them, as it was he, she said , that decided to take me shopping for clothes. Then I remembered my bag. And that Gaston had placed something into it. I told Janey, and straight away David and Julie said what was it?? I reached for the bag and opened it. There, as with Philippe, was a very expensive looking envelope. Now I was trembling so much, that I really had trouble opening it. It was a lot bulkier. Heavier. I opened it, and pulled out twenty of the cellophane wrapped packets. And now it was getting over the top completely. I just had no idea what to do, or say, or think. I was totally shocked in all aspects. Janey got the currency converter and 3 times checked the receipts and her counting and the converter. Nearly eleven and a half THOUSAND POUNDS. I sat there in silence. I felt things go light. Then all went black. I came to totally disorientated. Around me was David Janey and Julie, all worried, Julie with tears in her eyes, and David VERY close. What the hell had I got into? This was getting totally out of control. It was now 3.30pm, and I needed advice, but from whom? Janey called her friend in England who had the sugar daddy from years ago. And asked her about things. She stated that buying clothes and ensuring 'pocket money' was at hand, was a normal thing for the sugar daddy type. Janey than asked what sums would be involved, and this friend said anything between two and eight thousand pounds for clothing and lingerie, and as much as two or more thousand pounds pocket money. Of course, it all depended on the wealth of the sugar daddy, AND of course, the age of the girl. Then Janey's friend had asked if it was Janey that had the sugar daddy. Janey laughed then and said that she wished it was. It was just someone she knew, and pushed the subject off saying that she thought the girl was just telling stories. Janey's friend then said that she had known girls as young as sixteen being given complete houses and pocket monies of around fifty or so thousand pounds a week! ! Especially if it was from a guy over forty or so. Janey chatted for a while, and her friend asked where she was calling from. Without thinking, Janey told her the town we were in, and her friend almost screamed. The town here was well known to her, as her 'daddy' had holidayed here often, and they had stayed at the hotel I visited with Philippe. Saying that 'this girl' seemed a lucky bitch her friend said goodbye to Janey, and she hung up. I needed to think, and went upstairs and changed. I came down wearing my really girly summer yellow dress, that buttoned up at the front, with matching lingerie from my wardrobe. I hadn't yet got used to the lingerie from Gaston. I said to David, Janey and Julie that I needed to think about this, as I had NEVER even heard or thought of it before. I asked them not to worry but I needed to walk and think. Thankfully, they said they understood, and I walked to the town. I needed to talk to someone else about it, and headed for the shop Felice worked at, hoping that SHE knew of something to help me. I arrived there, and the manageress greeted me like a valued customer, and I asked if Felice was available. The manageress called Felice and left her to it. I explained what had happened with Philippe, and Gaston. She knew of Gaston. But, she told me that Philippe had paid me off as a hooker. With that revelation, I actually felt good about Philippe, and told her so, but with Gaston, I said I was worried and told her the amount of money he had spent on me. She giggled and said that she would come round tonight if it was ok, and talk more with regards it all. She said that what she had to say, would surely make me feel a whole lot better about many things here. I said that she was welcome at our home ANY time, and I meant it, and wanted her to KNOW it. She smiled and thanked me, and then just for fun, I walked with her to the lingerie section, and selected 4 more complete little sets in Julies size. These I paid cash for. I thanked Felice and said that we'll be having pizza tonight when she comes and she said Mmmm yummy, then I walked to the shop that had the cupless corsets. There I spent up on the only 5 corsets they had in Janey's size with 2 lingerie sets. On the way back, a children's shop beckoned and I got David some tee shirts and shirts in the designer names I knew were the rage fir his age group, as well as a couple of pairs of cream slacks. Then home. At home, the three of them had carried the clothing from Gaston to a spare bedroom so I thanked them and handed out the gifts I had bought them, saying that I had seen Felice, and she knew something of Gaston, and was coming round after work. My mood was so much better after the chat with Felice, and Janey chatting to her friend, and soon we were all laughing, and naked in no time.

 

Chapter 11

Felice arrived at 6.20pm, and I opened the door to her, and brought her in. She was as excited as the others were, and wanted all the details, which I told her. Then I showed her the clothing from Gaston. She was amazed at the amount spent, but said that with his circle of friends, it was a case of better over each other. Janey asked if she meant 'One-Upmanship'? whereby they try to outdo each other by having better and more. Felice nodded vigorously, saying that's what she meant exactly. We giggled over that, and then Felice stated that he was one of the richest guys in France, owning almost the entire shopping area of the town where he took me this morning. He doesn't own the shops themselves, just the buildings, and that is only for starters. Apparently, he has many interests in industry, retail areas, and land development. I said then, that made me feel better as he could probably afford it, and Felice, taking it seriously, said that there have been no scandals around him, as he has remained single, and that makes him un-news worthy. I told her that he had also wanted me to be with him at a dinner he was attending on Friday night, and Felice looked as if she was about to collapse in terror. It wasn't terror though. The dinner was a gala for the new retail park he was opening. I picked up my phone, and sent Gaston a text, asking if he could call me as soon as he wasn't busy, with regards to Friday night. He called me back within 20 seconds asking if there was a problem. I laughed and said that I had heard that Friday was a gala night for his opening a new retail park, and he exploded in laughter, even stating that my own spies were good. Without mentioning names, I told him about my being worried at the amount he had spent on me, and I asked a few questions. He said good, and that he'd see me Friday. We all sat eating pizza, and drinking around the pool. About 7.30, the door bell chimed, I skipped through the hall wondering who it could be, and it was Gaston. He had a look on his face that was both worried, and unsure. I invited him in, and asked what was wrong. He told me in a faltering voice, that he had felt compelled to check a little on me, and had been told I was still in school, and was now worried as to scandal. It had never occurred to me, that France would have a different set of age limits to the UK, where the age of consent is 16. I explained all that to Gaston, but he was still worried. As it had been explained to him, there was a possibility, that I could have been even younger than 16, I seated him in the living room, and asked Janey to come in with me. David and Julie stayed with Felice, allowing us to chat about what was really a very important subject. Janey explained to Gaston, as to how we knew each other, all about my mother, and the times I would baby-sit for her to look after her two children. And I showed Gaston my passport. He was relieved to say the least. And I said that even if I had been under 16, he was very much the gentleman in his manner with me, and that, spending the night with him, would still have been ok to me. As it was, there had been no coercion, of me by Gaston, and the age of consent in France being 15, there was no problem of a legal scandal. We were still chatting when Felice brought David and Julie indoors, David in his wet shorts, and Julie, naked. David skipped up the stairs to change, and Julie just plonked herself on my lap. I introduced all to Gaston, and he was enchanted that Julie never made any mover to cover herself. Janey said that her children had been brought up to accept their bodies, and those around them for what they are, to be lived in. I couldn't help mentioning her reluctance at being naked on the beach on Monday, and we all laughed. David came back in his new trousers and shirt, and sat with his mother, while I made tea. Once we were all sitting again, I asked Gaston about this matter of getting one over on his friends with regards to mistresses, and he grinned, nodding at me. Yes he said, there was a sort of competition amongst many as to who was lucky enough to have the best looking mistress on their arm in public, I nodded and said in a mock hurt voice, that all I was in this, was a prize. Felice cuddled me then, offering the mock consolations that were worthy of the moment, and Gaston raised both hands in the air stating that we were ganging up on him. I said yes we are, and at least we can. He smiled and asked if I was still ok for Friday, and I asked each in turn, with all nodding and saying yes. There you are then Gaston said Janey, Friday night, Carole is all yours. With good grace, brought through by his own confidence, he did take it all in good humour, and I asked him exactly how he wanted me to dress for Friday night. This involved bringing down the new clothes, laying them out, and he making his selections, which were then hung on hangers to be ready. I then asked him about the chained rings, and plug. His smile said it all. He took his leave of us, and left for his home, and, he said, paperwork. A lot of the rest of the night, I had to model my new clothing for all the others, and again, this led to my being declared a naughty girl, and being punished by all in that I had to make them all cum using only my mouth. In bed and snuggling down for sleep that Thursday night, I said to the darkness that, if my punishments for being naughty was like this every time, then God help them for the rest of our stay here in France. Friday morning as Felice was leaving for work, she asked Janey and I to come by the shop at lunchtime, as she wanted us to meet a friend of hers, who was a 'stylist', as Felice thought I would like a professional makeover for the gala. We met in the café where Felice took her beak, and Patricia, was introduced. All was explained, and she left us to collect her 'tools of the trade', saying she would come by at 6pm to make a start.

At 6pm, Patricia arrived on the dot. I was already showered, and my hair still wet. Patricia worked wonders, styling my hair, which was normally down below my shoulders despite being thick and wavy, she piled it on top of my head, with a continual sweep around to the front, with 5 ringlets to my left side. The makeup was a piece of art. She really did me proud for this night, everything was as blended in as the professional models seen AFTER the airbrush artists had finished. Then, she helped me with my dressing. For someone that had helped 'style' many people, she was surprised that, when I removed my robe, I was wearing the nipple chains. She held up the corset of deepest blue, thick silk and brocade, and helped me with fastening the front hooks using my button hook. Then my stockings of the same colour, with a 5 inch black lace band at the top. By now her attention was on my clitty bar with the ring set at the top. I reached over then, and from the dressing table I took the smallest bullet vibrator, and Patricia watched fascinated, as I used the clip on it to attach to the ring. This did indeed cause the ring end of the bar, to be pulled down, forcing the ball to slip up under my clitty hood, and nestle against my clitty. The battery pack which held two AAA batteries, I tucked for now into my corset, under my titties, leaving the wire dangling loose. And what totally blew her mind, causing her to chuckle and comment that Felice was right, in that I am VERY kinky, I then attached a larger bullet vibrator to the butt plug, that David had already inserted into me. The battery pack for this joined the first, with the wire passing under me. This bullet, fitted with into the hollowed nail head base, secured with the clip and a piece of sellotape. Next were my strapped sandals, a deep midnight blue in satin and velvet, with golden heels. Then came the dress. An almost midnight blue with a diagonally set golden sequinned stripe set as a sash the went down and around from between my titties. The bodice was a snug fit over my titties, and for about 6 inches below them, then, in folds of transparent silk, as thin as my stockings, the skirt section started flaring out in billows over a solid coloured fitted silken skirt that ended 4 inches above the knee. A silk scarf in the same blue, patterned with golden sequins in stripes was wound around my neck to drape down my back, with midnight blue silk wristbands that sat just above my hands as if they were free flowing cuffs. This was accentuated with a clutch-bag of deepest blue velvet, with silk inserts, and bright gold coloured fittings. I was impressed looking in the mirror, the gold of the clothing and sandals etc matched my hair, all contrasting with the blue. Janey came in then, and rummaging through her jewellery box, brought out the things I had never even thought of getting for myself. A simple gold rope necklace that only dropped slightly, with matching ear rings with the same gold rope pattern, about 2 inches long. We went downstairs to where David, Felice and Julie were waiting, and they just stared. David asked if I thought I should stay, and not go out that night, and with the butterfly's that were all looping in my tummy, I was seriously considering it. Janey and Felice, both insisted that I just had to go, and Patricia said, that after all her work, I had better NOT stay.

Just then Gaston rang the doorbell. His comments on seeing me were enough to convince me that he liked what he saw. And he escorted me to his car, with the driver opening the door for m to enter, CAREFULLY. Gaston got into the back though the other door. Once we were on the road, I reached into the top of my corset, took the two controls from there, and gently tugging the wires, to lay them together at the same length. This was something I couldn't do at home, as I needed to be sitting with my knees slightly higher that they would be, if seated for a meal. From my bag, I took 2 of the wire twists used for securing loose wires inside packaging, and shortened the wires, and also securing them together at the same length. The battery control boxes, I tucked into a special pocket that Janey had sewn into the skirt waistband. All the while I was doing this, Gaston was sitting there not saying a word, just looking, as he had no idea what they were for. Once finished with them, I smiled at him, and fully explained what each was. The triangular control being for the clitty vibe, and the rounded control for the vibe in the plug. He sat looking and thinking, with a silly smile on his face, and asked if I had tried them. I leant into him, taking his left arm and holding on to him and told him I had refused to, apart from checking that the vibes worked. We were sitting as we would do for the meal, and his right hand sneaked across, and feeling for the shape of the controls, turned the dial of the oblong one. This set the vibrations running into my plug. I flinched sharply with my eyes opening wide. He turned it off. Then he felt for the triangular control, and switched it on. The tingles that assaulted my sensitive clitty, made me jump almost off the seat. I clenched my thighs together, then opened them wide, in a vain attempt to stop the vibrations, but they kept hitting me directly. Just as I was about to scream, Gaston managed to turn it off. He was looking at me with a huge grin on his face, and I told him that he had been too late and that I had orgasmed right then and there. 5 minutes later, the car rolled up to the doorway of the hall where the gala was being held. The pavement was right beside my door, the driver let Gaston out, who came round to my side, opened the door, and assisted my exit. What shocked me, was the amount of people waiting to see just who turned up at such an event, as well as photographers from newspapers. Trying my best to ignore the flashes of the camera's, I took Gaston's arm, and we walked to the door of the gala. I was praying that I didn't catch a raised stone and trip, and thankfully I didn't. Inside the hall entry, we were met with various people, all wanting a piece of Gaston by way of attention, and he kept his hand on mine to ensure it didn't get pulled or knocked from his arm. I noticed a few men who. Similarly to Gaston, had much younger escorts with them. And it made my ego soar to great heights to see that they were looking at us, and then at each other, and then at each others escorts. After about 20 minutes, the throng vying for Gaston's attention were being ushered away from us, and he was able to introduce me to only ONE of the men, who had a young escort. He spoke to Gaston, in rapid French, congratulating him on again outdoing "The others of the club", with an escort even more lovely than the girl from the restaurant Wednesday night (having been introduced in English, he didn't think my French was fluent), and I said then, in French, "Thank you M'suir, I consider THAT a high compliment, but, tonight I had help with my styling, and it was Gaston, who chose for me this lovely outfit." The guys face was a picture, Gaston laughed and said that maybe he would assist Claude with his choice of clothing for his mistress. She was giggling along with me, and while Gaston and Claude were engaging in their bantering, I opened my bag, and gave the girl Andrea one of my cards, informing her, that a friend of a very good friend, is a hair and makeup stylist, and that if she were to call me, I'd arrange a meeting that would have Claude gasping. Andrea was at least 4 inches shorter than I, even with heels of the same height. She was gorgeous anyway, her cheekbones belying and almost Slavic ancestry. She was French though, and somehow, we sort of hit it off. We were called in for the meal, and I was happy that Claude and Andrea were seated at Gaston's table, so we were able to continue with the only people there I had been introduced to. There were to be Five courses all told (as Gaston had warned me), so I sort of picked at what I found I liked. After the main course, and three glasses of wine, I had to visit the little girls room, and, so did Andrea. We threaded our way between tables and chairs, both our ego's being boosted by the looks we were getting, and into the loo. Once done, and at the wash basins, I asked Andrea, If she would call me at her earliest convenience the next day for a meeting, as I really needed to ask her advice. She placed her hand on my arm and smilingly said she would, and like that, we both walked back to our table. There were the toasts, and some silly speeches, and then the dancing. THAT was when Gaston went to town on the use of the vibrators. I had to suffer two hours of Gaston playing with the controls at my waist. At one time, I had almost cum again on the dance floor from anal AND clitoral vibrations delivered at the same time. Gaston JUST stopped them before I lost all control and screamed in orgasm. My face was flushed and I was out of breath as we made our way back to our table for a much needed sit down. As soon as we were seated I leant to Gaston and called him the nastiest, meanest so and so on the planet, and, that if he touched those controls again, I was going to get on my knees, and suck his cock in front of everyone here. THAT was how much I was turned on. As he sat there grinning, I told him that, no matter what or how, I needed to be fucked, and to be fucked hard SOON. Also, that if it wasn't soon, then I would probably drag Andrea under the table so we two girls could fuck each other, and that once I had finished with Andrea, I would lay on the table and go through ALL the waiters in the hall. All through this tirade at him, I had my hand covering his cock, and it was rock hard and pulsing. Gaston had trouble with placing his cock so he could stand, and, while passing round all his cronies and guests, making his apologies about having to leave early because of a long day tomorrow, I stood slightly behind Andrea and Claude, bent my knees so as not to bend directly, and they both leaned in close to hear me tell them, the real reason why we were leaving. I said that, once I had Gaston in the car, I was going to suck his cock until he shot all his spunk in my mouth, when I would swallow his sperm slowly, then, once in his house, I was going to fuck him six ways to Christmas and, after he had filled my pussy with sperm, I was going to raise his cock to full hardness again with my mouth, and then have him fuck me as hard as he could in my bum for good measure. I stood then and Andrea was almost in tears of laughter, but Claude was red faced and visibly shaking with the widest eyes I had ever seen on a man. Claude stood then as Gaston came over, and I kissed a still giggling Andrea, and a red faced Claude goodbye, took Gaston's offered arm, and walked with him to wait at the door for his driver, who has already been notified that we were leaving.

 

Chapter 12

In the car, as soon as we got onto the road, I did just as I had described in the hall. I had Gaston's cock crammed into my mouth, sucking as hard, and as fast as I could. Gaston shot more spunk than he had done the first time we had been together. AND swallowed his sperm slowly, all the while looking into his eyes. Once at his house, I dragged him to his bedroom, stripped him and then myself of dress, and nipple rings, ear rings and necklace, leaving ALL the rest on and in me, I got his cock hard again, and mounted him as he lay there. I was bouncing on his cock for all I was worth, looking at him and telling him to fuck me as hard as he could, he turned me over on the bed, so he was on top, my legs wrapped around him and with the plug and clitty vibe buzzing at full blast, he fucked me like that until I had orgasmed 3 times, and he shot a hot stream of sperm into my aching pussy. Gaston semi leaned off me, and I quickly squirmed around to take his sperm and pussy juice coated cock in my mouth, licking him clean and once again, bringing him to full hardness for a third time. Using a tissue to wrap it in, I removed the plug from my bum, again sat astride his cock soaking it with the mix of sperm and pussy juice, then, pulled him over as I lay face down, and BEGGED him to fuck my bum. He straddled my legs, pushed his cock head against my sphincter, and pushed inside me with ONE movement, all the way to the base of his cock. I screamed, with pain and pleasure as his cock fucked into my anus, further than anything had been pushed before. He pistoned his cock in and out of my bum, and I was loving it. I asked him if he had liked looking at Julie, sitting naked on my lap, as I saw he had looked right between her legs at her puffy little preteen pussy, and turning my head from the bed, I looked at him there, and asked him again. He grunted again, looking at me, and nodding his head. I then asked him if he had thought how nice it would be to have his tongue in that pussy. Again he grunted and nodded, looking at me, not even breaking the pistoning of his cock in my bum. I told him that she always got as wet as heck inside, and loved to be licked, to suckle on mine and Felice's nipples while we fingered her pussy open, and licked her, as far as we could get our tongues inside that tight nine year old pussy. And how she too would lick pussy, knowing full well what she was doing, and cum on our tongues, squirting on our faces. I then started to thrust my hips back at Gaston's cock, forcing his cock deeper into my bum. Until I started to scream out "FUCK ME GASTON, FUCK MY ARSE WITH YOUR COCK, PUSH IT IN MY ARSE HARD AND MAKE ME CUM AND SCREAM." He fucked my bum harder, and I screamed, the pain and pleasure melding into one, huge, orgasm. I felt his cock start to swell, and as I came from an anal orgasm of my bum being fucked by his cock, I felt his sperm splash into my bowels, Gaston grunting his cum to my screaming mine, and we both collapsed to the mattress, fully spent. Gaston rolled slightly, pulling is both onto our left sides in a spooning position, and with his arms wrapped around me, my arms holding his tightly, I knew nothing more until morning, when the sun started to shine through the curtains.

I tried to open my eyes, but the light was too much to open immediately. I also was not fully aware of my surroundings, as this was only the second time I had been here. Gaston's arms were still around me, and I remembered what and where. I smiled to myself wondering what would go through his mind when he woke. Slowly I slipped from his arms, and slid off the bed, I removed the now flattened batteries from the clitty control box, and vibrator from my clitty bar, removed my corset, stockings and wrist bands, then went to the shower. The water was cascading down my body as Gaston, bleary eyed stepped in with me. I reached for him and kissed him slowly, then soaped him all over, scrubbing his body with a scrunchie. I paid particular attention to his cock, which soon grew in my hands, and as he leant against the wall, I knelt and sucked him to orgasm again in the water. After I had swallowed his sperm, I stood and rubbed him all over as he turned in the shower rinsing off. We both stepped from the shower together, and Gaston dried me carefully with a fluffy towel, just rubbing himself slightly dry, before leading me back to the bedroom. There, he opened a door to a wardrobe, and took a solitary hanger from the rail, on which was a thin white dress. He lifted it to me, and I raised my arms into the sleeves, wiggling as he smoothed the dress down my body. As I dried and brushed my hair, Gaston dried himself properly and dressed in a casual outfit. Once we were ready, Gaston helped me pack all my stuff into a Guiane holdall, and again moving to the wardrobe took from the bottom, a pair of Jimmy Choo clogs. I stood there looking at him with the question on my face, unspoken. He laughed and said that he remembered I had to wear the nights before clothes, last time I was here, so he got some stuff ready. I smiled inwardly at his thoughtfulness. We then went downstairs for coffee and croissants with jam and fresh cream. I needed the coffee, like a fish needed water. We sat and chatted, with Gaston still enthralled about last night, and all that I had done and said. I leant on the table, and looking into his eyes, I asked if he meant about little Julie licking to be licked and licking us too? He nodded at that, told me that it was a most nasty and erotic thing for him to even think about. I giggled, agreeing with him, and told him about Lisa, Becky and Sonia back at home. He groaned, so I told him that, when we get back, I am going to do my very best to seduce all three of them. He asked me if I was truly as insatiable as I sounded to him, and I said that yes, I was. I told him of my wish to learn all I could of accountancy, and fishery management, as I had a very close and hard feeling, deep in my gut, that my father would like nothing better than to hand the farm over to me, to run it all. But, I also told him, about the shop Felice worked in, and the way it was all set out, saying that the format should be introduced to the UK, especially with a preteen section like they had in the shop here. He shocked me somewhat then, and told me to draw up a business plan, with regards all that I had seen here. He asked did I really like little girls as much as he seemed to think I did. I nodded, yes I said, and the young boys too, like David and his pals. Gaston smiled, and shook his head telling me that I was actually doing the things HE had only dreamed about, except for the young boys of course. He had no interest in them. I told him how I liked to dress at home to go shopping, doing all I could to flash my titties and pussy at both boys and girls. I half expected him to be disgusted in some way by it, but he was just as turned on by the nasty thoughts of it all as I was. And said so. That was when I told him that today, I was going to be taking a pregnancy test, as my areole and nipples had changed colour somewhat, and my titties were becoming more sensitive. I giggled and told him not to worry, as the feeling and changes were noticed BEFORE I had met him, and straight away I asked if he was right in saying that David could be the father. I replied that not, MIGHT be, but, if I am pregnant, he IS the father. He told me then that I was amazing, a girl who had discovered her true sexuality, and was acting on it. How he had wished for years that HE to had been able to act on his fantasies, but had kept them covered with great difficulty. I held his hand across the table, and told him that it was still not too late, especially as he was a very attractive man. He laughed, but I assured him I was serious. Just the his phone rang. I looked at my phone too then, and it was only 9am. Gaston was staring at me, and answering yes, …… yes, ………. Yes, He then hung up the phone, and told me the his caller was Claude, who had also told him what I had said to him and Andrea, as we were getting ready to leave. I started to have a giggling fit. Gaston was smiling fit to burst, and then admitted that he had agreed to Claude, that I had indeed done all the things I has said I would, and that Claude was cursing him fit to burst. We were both sitting there rolling in the chairs laughing, that once again, it seemed, Gaston had got one over on Claude.

Gaston called his driver, telling him the he, Gaston would be driving himself that day, and wished for the Mercedes to be brought to the front of the house. He then stood, held out his hand and said lets go to town, I am in a mood this morning after Claude's call, and burst out laughing. Gaston took my bag, and we went to the front door, through which I all but dragged him last night. Outside was a gleaming metallic blue Mercedes two seater sports convertible. The driver opened the passenger door for me, and I got in, this was made easy as the roof was down. Gaston got behind the wheel, engaged the gears, and we rolled out of his driveway, heading to town. He threaded his way through the streets, and pulled up to park once again, in the street housing the most expensive shops in town. By all accounts, as I had been told, the street he owned. He got gaily out of the car, and opened the door for me, only as I swung my legs out, did I remember that I had no knickers on, so, I took my time, knowing that someone was getting a good eyeful. I stood, holding Gaston's proffered hand, and smoothed my dress at the back. Gaston smiled and looked at his feet, then told me he was sorry for what he had not realised. I asked what it was he was talking of, and he said to look at my dress. I did, and saw that here in the sunlight, I was almost see-through. I just shrugged my shoulders and smiled, saying ok, who cares. He laughed again and shut the door. With me on his arm, he swept into a jewellers shop, and I stopped dead just inside the door. The shop staff seemed to gravitate towards him as they recognised him, and saw that he was moving to the ring and necklace counter, I called his name, and as he turned, I asked what we were doing in this shop. His look was one of confusion, and he said that there was some pieces here he had wanted to show me. I walked straight up to him, and looking him in the eyes, I asked if he wanted me to see that which he might be intending to buy for me to wear. Of course he said matter of factly. I shook my head, not taking my gaze from his face, and said to him, No Gaston. No more. You spent more than enough on me Thursday. Besides, MY friends could never afford or be able to wear jewellery of this standard, and I for one, will not accept anything like it, and rub my friends noses in it. Not only was Gaston looking dumbfounded at me, so were the 6 staff and manager. I softened, and said that IF he wanted to buy me something nice, then I would have no problem with having one of the sunhats from the shop opposite, complete with a long scarf to hold it on my head, if he was going to continue driving me around in an open topped sports car. I took his hand, and was surprised how easily he allowed me to lead him out of the jewellers. The shop opposite actually sold wide brimmed straw hats with long nylon scarves on them, and all for the tourists that passed by. Gaston, standing outside as I selected one I liked and put it on my head, burst out laughing as I pulled the price tag of 25 Francs from the scarf, and handed it to him, and walked off to a patisserie. I sneaked a look in the window of a shop, to see in the reflection that the staff from the jewellers were standing outside the shop and watching open mouthed. Gaston caught up with me in the patisserie, where I had asked for two Latte's and two pastries, and sat at a table to wait for them. Gaston sat with me, a huge smile on his face, and said that he felt I was serious in what I said. I told him I was. I simply refused to rub my friends noses in the fact that I had slept with a man who had the means to put gold on my fingers and neck in a form of payment. He nodded, and asked about clothing, and to that I replied, I felt was different, as a lot of my friends would think I had found a source of counterfeit clothing, and just consider me lucky. We both laughed then, and drank our coffee, while eating sweet pastries. I told Gaston that, I would wear any style of clothing that he wanted, and yes, even if it WAS as see through as the dress I had on now, I didn't care. If HE liked it that I was clothed yet exposed, then so be it. I explained that I LIKED to be looked at, by everyone, the exhibitionist in me got turned on by it, and all he could say was, that it was amazing, and why couldn't more people be happy with what they had. I shrugged, not all had such attitudes as mine, but then not all had the good fortune I had. He sat back in his chair looked at me, and told me that I am so different from many others, I said good, it would bad if we were all the same.

We finished our snacks, and left the patisserie, and because of the amount of people, I now had to carry the hat, or people would have been swatted in the face by the brim. But, as the amount of people increased, so did the amount of stares I got. My nipples were rock hard, and my pussy was leaking as a result. Gaston nudged me gently into a dress shop, and, looking round at the dresses there, picked out one that he thought I'd like, and asked if it was the sort I wear at home. I shook my head, as it was a summer dress design, with no shape to it. It was like a streamlined kaftan. As I looked around I saw one. JUST like mine at home and some that I had bought with me here. I walked up to it, and told Gaston that THIS is my style at home. He nodded and said it was very sweet, simple, 50's cut, and that he loved the way the skirt layers billowed, as I did. He called an assistant over, and she rushed to get a fresh one from the stock, in the changing room, I removed the dress I had on, and she was as surprised as many others had been that I was wearing no underwear. This dress fitted better that the ones I had, and as I stood in front of Gaston he nodded and said yes, that style so totally suited me. He paid for it and the white dress was packed with the sales assistant asking if I needed bra and knickers. ME? I thanked her but declined, and walked out with Gaston almost wetting himself at the look on her face. Back at his car, he opened the door for me to slide in, and jumped in behind the wheel. I'll take you back home Carole, he said, I have a golf date with Claude this afternoon. Oooh I said, that means you are going to tease him more about last night then. He had to stop driving at that because he was laughing too much. Yes, he said. He would be teasing Claude. As he dropped me off, and I kissed him goodbye, he had an odd glint in his eyes, I asked him what he was thinking, and he told me that at breakfast, he had put a gift in my purse, and, that no matter WHAT I thought, I had better get used to it. And with that parting shot, he drove out of the driveway, laughing and waving, and sped off along the seafront. With my bag and hat in my hands, I was just turning to go indoors as my cell rang. It was Andrea. I told her my address, and asked her to call round, give her 10 minutes she said. She was in the town square. Inside the house, I was met with squeals and shouting from Janey, Patricia, David and Julie. All of them wanting to know what it was like at the gala. I was quite taken aback by this attention, and, I never even questioned that Patricia was still there. I grabbed first, a glass of cold drink, and joined the others on the pool loungers, and that's when I was saved by the bell. It was Andrea, and I all but ran to open the door to her. Saved by her, I dragged her into the house, and introduced her all round, then pulling the juice from the fridge, along with a glass for Andrea, I rejoined them all. I only had time to hand Andrea her glass of juice, when Janey thrust the local newspaper under my nose, and there, for all to see, was a photo of Andrea and I standing together, while Gaston and Claude were greeting each other with smiles. Oh bugger, I asked if that was a national paper, worried that others back in UK would see it. Janey told me to not be silly, as even if it WAS a national, no-one would recognise me after Patricia's work on me. Andrea asked if Patricia was the stylist that did my hair and makeup, and finding out she was, all but demanded Patricia's number. With my photo in the newspaper, as if I was a wanted criminal, I was quite uneasy. Actually, I was worried that either my father or any of his staff, or friends were to see it. With questions being thrown at both of us about the night, both Andrea and I answered all about it. Apparently, Patricia had brought the paper in with her as soon as she herself had read it, and had then read it out to Janey, David and Julie. It seemed that the main questions weren't about the gala, or even the new retail park. It was all about WHO Gaston and Claude were with. Andrea said, Quite matter of factly, that it was always the same after a big public event. All the newspapers wanted was to try and dish some scandal, but, as there is so rarely any to have, they all opted for the 'fashionista' option, that actually sold more papers than anything else. Gossip, the whole lot was based on peoples need for gossip. At hearing that, I was almost wetting myself remembering the dress that Gaston had bought me. To their collective questions, I got my holdall, and pulled the dress out to show them, and explained about the morning, and how both Gaston and I had found out that the dress was almost transparent, and that was the reason I had then shown Gaston the style of dress I totally like, hence? And to prove the point, I stood and twirled for them. Janey grinned and asked, so I got MORE clothes from Gaston? I told her that it was only this dress, and the see- through one, and a pair of clogs (I waggled my feet) and a 25 Franc hat. It was Andrea that burst my bubble. She took the dress from the top of my bag, and said this is from the collection of - (and rattled off some designer I had never heard of), about 5 thousand Francs, those clogs are from Jimmy Choo, and about 8 to 12 hundred Francs. Janey sat with a knowing smirk and asked about the dress I had on. I stuttered a bit, but admitted 2 thousand. But the hat, I enthused was 25Francs. They all laughed at that, so I said, well I DID stop him from wasting more money in some jewellers. Now I sat there with five pairs of eyes boring into me, wanting to know what I had done now. I told them. Andrea and Patricia just sat there open mouthed, but Janey said that was about right for me. Andrea couldn't believe what I had done and Patricia said that she had never heard of ANY girl refusing jewellery. Well, I said, I never wear much anyway, so it would only be wasted on me. Even Janey said then, that jewellery, is never wasted. Not with what YOU said to us last night when you were leaving, Andrea screamed with laughter, Janey and Patricia demanded to know what had happened, and I sat there smirking. Andrea took great delight, telling them about how I had described to her and Claude what I was intending to do to Gaston, AND about Claude's face. Then she told about Claude phoning Gaston and telling him what had been said, and asking if it had in fact happened. Claude was frothing at the mouth when Gaston confirmed it had. We were all laughing fit to burst over it. David, went on to let them know the affect I had on some of his friends, and did all he could to embarrass me more.

 

Chapter 13

We all got things out of our systems, and David and Julie ran and jumped in the pool, I said that I wanted to get cooled too, and was going to but a cozzie on. I asked if Patricia and Andrea had brought stuff, with Patricia opening her bag of tricks and saying she NEVER went anywhere without, and Andrea saying that she too always carried something, 'just in case' so we went to my room to get changed, and once ready, Andrea asked me what it was I needed to ask her. Patricia told us she would meet us at the pool, and I was able to ask Andrea what this 'mistress' to the likes of Gaston, Claude and the others was all about. I told her that it felt exciting, that could never be denied, but, it was the being taken shopping, the gifts, the places, the pampering, and even the monetary gifts too. Andrea giggled, sat down on the bed and, taking my hand had me sit besides her. "Look at me Carole, I am 22 now, and thankfully, because of my height, and baby faced looks, I still attract Claude enough for him to want to keep me close." I listened carefully, realising that I was about to get an education that wasn't available at my college. Andrea continued, "I know, that within another year or two, I might start being thought of as getting too old to carry on being a 'kept woman' as I am now. It doesn't last for ever. The 'gifts', they are, sort of, compensation for our future. That's why, on a personal note, I would never refuse anything, in any way. It isn't just mercenary touch, it is a way of life. Here in the circles of the likes of Gaston, Claude and their little group, ALL trying to outdo each other as they are, it is both accepted AND expected. YOU, have made a big impact on the group, and a lot of male ego's have been battered. Gaston has been the most envied guy for a long time. And it isn't just limited to making HIM look good, it is also about showing off, that THEY, the guys, can also make us girls look good too. Who splashes out most for their mistresses comforts. Who, makes sure she has the finest and most exclusive of clothing, lingerie, and food. Carole, it is all about WHO can take a beautiful woman, and show the world that he can keep her in a style to which even heads of state would envy. THAT is what this is all about. The guys aren't just flaunting US. They are flaunting THEIR ability, to provide the finest things that could possibly be bought." Andrea had given me food for thought. I said that it was just a pity that I couldn't get Janey a date like it too. It seems to me that she is happy with her life, but would love a bit more. Andrea then said, "There is always the monthly parties at Gaston's, there are even usually, a lot of the older guys from their golf, angling or sports clubs, and a lot of those are single. We'll have to see what transpires at next weeks gathering." Andrea winked at me, and I nodded, happier now in what I felt for this. Then I remembered Gaston saying there was a little gift in my bag. Back downstairs, I told Andrea what Gaston had said, and that he drove away laughing and waving. I grabbed my bag, and sat on the settee with Andrea beside me. Opening the bag, I saw the envelope, A4 size, took it out, and opened it. I took out the cellophane wrapped packages. Again, 20 of them. Over 2,700 pounds. I shook my head, saying to Andrea that it was the same as last time. She giggled at that, "And Carole, now that I know, you can bet the other girls will soon, also. Oh yes, we ALL compare out patrons when we get together, just as they do with us". So I asked her, "Then it is also a case of one-Upmanship for us girls too?" Nodding she said, "Exactly". Janey was standing there listening to that last bit, having come in to get fresh juice for all, and asked if I was ok. I told her I was, and explained to her, all that Andrea had told me about 'The Game'. Janey listened to us, and when we had finished, said, "Well, I wondered a lot about it all, and now I know, it's a game played by all." Andrea told her that it was, and, that it was a game played by all, as long as it was played by following unwritten rules. I stood with Andrea to go outside with her and Janey, then turned, and placed the money in the safe box, that was in the bookcase, alongside 30 similar packages. Outside, I just ran, and jumped into the pool splashing David and Julie and Patricia. For good measure, Janey and Andrea jumped in as well, and we all had what could only be described as, a "Mad Half Hour". David decided that it wasn't normal for us, as all of us girls had our bikini tops on. As Janey was the nearest, he reached out, and started to 'ping' her top straps. Gently pushing him away, and then splashing him, she quickly moved away, and ended up behind me, so that as David laughing and trying to get her again, he was able to grope me as well. I felt his fingers undo my catch, and he tugged gently, pulling my top off, and swam away, waving it in the air as if it was a big game trophy. I just stood there. The water up to my tummy, and my hands on my hips. I looked then to Janey and said, "well miss clever clogs, that was YOUR fault I lost my top, now I'm going to have yours." I lunged for her then, holding her tight in my arms and undid her top, pulled it off, and did as David did, waving it as a trophy. Patricia and Andrea, stood there using their arms to cover their tops, giggling like mad in case THEY became targets too. Julie, the ever pragmatic one, slipped her top off, and threw it onto the poolside, saying that as she now wasn't wearing a top, no-one was going to take it off. I laughed at that, well we all had to really, and as Patricia was closest to me, I flicked the clasp of her top, and as the back-straps came free, I took hold of one, and wouldn't let go, until Patricia ducked down, with the water up to her chin, and let it go. I was now waving two tops in my hand, and cheering myself on. Andres squealed then, as both Janey AND Patricia attacked her and between them stole her top. As I said, a totally mad half hour. But, it didn't end there. David was too intent with ogling 4 pairs of nicely rounded titties to notice. Julie swam softly up behind him, and ducking under the water, she pulled his shorts down, and as he tried to swim away from her, she pulled them off completely, and threw them to us, with Andrea catching them.

She waved them as if they were HER personal trophy, with Janey and I swimming AWAY from her. David dived under the water, and it was as if Andrea had been grabbed by a shark, just like in the movie Jaws. She was squealing and thrashing around with David's shorts in her hand, and suddenly disappeared under the surface. When she reappeared, she still had them held tight, but was looking all around her. Then, David's head broke surface with a devilish grin on his face, and he suddenly jumped up, like a Dolphin at a show, and was waving Andrea's bikini bottoms with triumph. I almost collapsed under the water with laughing so much. I was literally hanging on to the side of the pool, when I felt MY bikini bottoms pulled down my legs, my legs lifted from the floor of the pool, and there was Julie, waving my bottoms AND hers. Using the ladder, David quickly scrambled out of the pool, and although naked himself, as usual, he didn't care. He was quickly followed by Andrea, using his shorts to try and cover her groin, telling David that she was going to tie him up and hang him from the flagpole, if he didn't give her bottoms back. Julie was next out naked, with hers and my bottoms, and gathered up a couple of tops that had been thrown onto the pool edge. Janey and Patricia were wrestling with each other, giggling and trying to get each others bottoms off. I noticed that there was quite a bit of titty groping happening, in BOTH their parts, and just as Patricia grabbed Janey's bottoms from her, so I grabbed Patricia's. I threw them quickly to Julie, and Janey threw her Patricia's that she had in her hands. David was over by the vegetable garden teasing Andrea to come and get hers back, and Janey got out, saying she needed a break after that, and a glass of wine. 6 glasses and a large bottle of white wine came from the fridge and cupboard, and as Janey filled the glasses, Patricia, Andrea and I sat on the loungers awaiting Janey to pass them. I took David's shorts from Andrea, and tossed them to Julie, who giggled and ran to David. Chilled wine, ice and lemonade, a hot day, and sitting naked by a pool in the sun, having had a great play about with friends. What could be better. As we sipped our wine, and got our breaths back while still chuckling away, there was a bout of raucous laughter, and David, with Julie close behind, both still naked, came and sat with us for a drink with no cozzies in sight. Janey asked them where the stuff was, and Julie moved back a bit and pointed. We all got up to see, and there, at the side of the house, all our swimsuits AND David's shorts, were strung up, and flying from the flagpole. We all laughed at the sight of that, and started to return to the loungers. Andrea looked, and took a keen interest in my clitty bar. With Patricia asking what it had been like with the vibrators last night. I explained that they were so powerful, I had orgasm after orgasm with them, the vibrations REALLY hitting the spot. Andrea then said that now, she new the secret of my wiggles on the dance floor last night, and the breathless rush I had getting Gaston to leave. I told her that I would take her to the shop where I had it done, if she liked, and she nodded with a very sexy grin, saying that she would love to have something like that done. Julie asked if she could have one, and Janey said that she would think about it. David said it would be nice if Julie had one, and also Janey too. I asked why, and he stated that it would be nice to see them both leashed together by the rings on them. Andrea and Patricia gasped at this, but David just laughed, and said that if it was down to him, all five of us would be leashed right now, and that Felice would join us when she arrived. While Andrea sat and laughed, Patricia, I saw, was getting hot thinking of it. Her nipples weren't just erect, as small as they were, they were positively pulsating. I decided that a change of subject was called for really, and suggested that we all go to town for a late lunch/early tea. As it was now 3pm. To all agreeing, we dressed, and left the house. David happily walked holding Patricia's hand with Janey's so he was in the middle. Julie was in the middle of Andrea and I. in the town square, we went into the little bistro that Felice used for her lunch, and ordered sandwiches, pastries and tea. Our two guests, amused at my ordering tea all round, were smiling together, and Patricia chuckled about 'The British and they're tea'. Janey leant over to me and said that I wasn't to look round, but it seemed that we were attracting more than a little attention. The urge to turn was as painful as anything, but I didn't, I just leant over to Andrea, who told me that yes, it seemed people were intrigued at the two women who had been photographed together in their morning paper, and that tomorrow, there would no doubt be another one of us here together, with a good report in the gossip columns. What I said next to her, caused us both to roar with laughter and having to explain to the others that, I had suggested to Andrea, that to entertain the gawpers, maybe she and I should start having a catfight, here in the bistro, and having to be pulled apart, just to see what was written in tomorrows paper. That would surely make front page.

I had an Idea at that point, and asked Andrea and Patricia who they thought, was either the best clothing shop, or even better, the best seamstress in town. They both thought, and Patricia, said that Madame 'E' was probably the one most exclusive, and Andrea agreed, saying that to get to buy her services was a pain, she being the one most sought for alterations. And the next in Andrea's opinion was a woman she only knew as Madame Franny, who did all of her alteration work from her home, as she couldn't afford a shop of her own, Andrea also said that she preferred to use Madame Franny, because of her totally non judgmental attitude. That sealed it for me, and I outlined a little plan to them. They all thought it would be great to see if it worked, and even if it didn't, it would be worth it for the fun. Andrea made an appointment over the phone with Madame Franny, for the morning, and all was set. Andrea was expected to be visiting with ser parents that evening, and had to leave to get ready, so we said our goodbyes, with me telling her I would get her bikini in the wash, and ready for her when she came to pick me up in the morning. I was actually feeling quite excited about the next day's activities. Anyway, I asked Janey if there was anything she thought we needed for home, and had to think more now, about the more mundane things of life. Groceries. As Patricia and Felice were actually flatmates, as we stood to leave, I told Patricia that from now on, she was also, like Felice, wanted, both as a friend and a part of our circle. IF she wanted to. She blushed and squeezed my hand, nothing more needing to be said. I noticed that, whilst shopping, we were actually followed by a few people, who watched everything that we bought. And at each of the shops from which we made a purchase, we were asked if we would like our selections delivered that evening. We accepted gratefully, as the thoughts of carrying heavy bags was beginning to get a bit daunting. At 5pm on the dot, my phone rang. I answered, and a woman's voice with a heavy accent asked if I was Carole, telling me that she was Anais. Chatting guardedly, it turned out to be Philippe's wife. Ooops, I thought. I'd forgotten totally about her. She was all friendly, and talking about what had happened that night in the restaurant, and that now, having seen her guests of the week off, asked if I would care to meet her for a drink. I asked her to give me two hours, with the intent to chat to Janey about it, and she said fine, and that she would now text me her address for the cab. On the way back, I told Janey and she was calling me all the tarts under the sun, Patricia was fascinated, saying that in the two years that Felice and she had lived here, NOTHING like it had ever happened to them. I then took a chance, that I was certain of, leant in close to Patricia, and softly asked her if, she had ever had the pleasure of an 11 year old cock inside her, or her own tongue inside a 9 year old pussy. She stopped walking in a sort of shock and looked at me just shaking her head. I took her hand, looked into her eyes, and said, "but, you'd want to though, wouldn't you?" Patricia gulped, I smiled, she looked at David walking along, holding his mothers hand, and Julie, holding Janey's other hand, "Because Patricia, I have, and so has Felice." She looked at me again, and I assured her that I was indeed speaking the truth, and that tonight, once all is settled, Julie may very well want to settle on Patricia's lap and suckle her titties. By the look on her face, and the way she gripped my hand, it seemed to me that Patricia's knees were very close to buckling from under her. I smiled inwardly knowing that she did indeed want her tongue inside Julies sweet pussy, as I had done so many times myself. Inside the house, I quickly phoned Gaston, and told him that I was going to see someone tonight, he saying that Claude and 3 of their circle would be discussing some business they had to sort before next weekend, and I asked if it was about his little party that I hadn't been told of yet. His laughter at that was funny in itself, as he told me that my spies are getting better. I told him that I had been talking today with Andrea, and liked her. She was nice, and good fun, as well as informative. I could hear his smile in his voice, and asked him to meet me for lunch tomorrow, I would call before to ensure our whereabouts. I quickly called Anais, and asked her where we would be going, as having a very important appointment in the morning, I didn't wish to be late, and she told me that she had a meal cooking, but that I would be a guinea pig for her, as it was an Indian dish she had never made before. I told her that I loved Indian food and asked her if she had any preference as to manner of dress. She replied, short, and sexy. One of the outfits Gaston bought me, was a purple dress with lace panels, and a complete purple satin with black lace cupless bra and suspender belt. Black stockings and strappy 5inch heels with a black clutch bag would be it. Patricia did my hair and makeup, not as heavy as last night but still better than I could ever had done. Dead on 6.40pm, I was ready and called a cab. At 7pm, I was at Anais' home, a villa overlooking the sea, approached by a cliff road.

 

Chapter 14

I never even had to ring the bell, as the cab pulled into the driveway, she opened the door, and kissing my cheek, welcomed me, and led me inside. She led me to the kitchen, where the most fantastic aroma's were coming from, and poured me a glass of wine. As she had been checking me out while I had paid the cab, and was blatantly doing so now, I asked if my attire pleased her. The answer Anais gave was to put her glass down, take mine from me, wrap her arms around me, and kiss me deeply. Only when we broke the kiss for air, did she say that, in a way, she had hoped I would be dressed as sexily as I was. I took the lead next, and pulling her to me, kissed her as sensuously as I knew how, with my hands running down her spine, and squeezing her rounded bum in both hands. The meal needed tending to, and I helped her as the dishes were plated, and taken to the veranda, overlooking the ocean. While eating, she told me how, she had been forced to masturbate continually, remembering my playing with Felice's pussy, and when I had allowed David to do the same, she had almost orgasmed on the spot while watching. I told her that David loved playing, and she replied that young boys would, just to have some pussy and titties in their hands. We laughed about that, as it was a good description of David's age group. The meal was good, and I told Anais this, which pleased her. After we sat a while side by side with wine to drink, on a settee that was well cushioned, right on the small patio. It was there that I stripped her just as she stripped me, and we made love tenderly and slowly, taking our time, and exploring all of each others bodies. Whilst nibbling on her nipples, I playfully spanked her bum, and because she moaned, wiggling it at me, I sat up, eased her over my lap face down, and spanked each of her cheeks three times. She cried out at the stinging blows I delivered to her, and as her cheeks reddened, I allowed a hand to rest on one, and felt the warmth of my blows. Softly, slowly, I caressed the stinging flesh tenderly, and then increased the pressure of my hand. She moaned lowly until I squeezed her cheeks, one at a time quite firmly. Each time I squeezed, she flinched, jerking her hips into my lap. As she was calming from that, I struck each globe of flesh harder twice more. Her head came off the settee as did her feet, and she was balanced on my lap by her hips, steadied only by her own hands on the cushion above her head, and my hand on her back, between her shoulder blades. Again I let her calm, stroking her burning flesh, every so often I gently pressed or squeezed, but al the time, continuing my caresses. The next strokes fell on her buttocks with such a shock, she did what I was hoping for. Again her back was arched, her hips the only contact with my thighs, as she balanced there. And she screamed in pain. But, she never begged me to stop, so as she managed to lay her body back again, I struck each globe in quick succession once more. Another scream of pain, curled from her lips, and I moved my caressing to her thighs, which parted at my touch. I only got the chance to slowly slide one finger into her pussy, and she exploded in an orgasm harder than I had ever seen another woman experience. She was a squirter, a full on squirter, and she sprayed my thigh, and almost the whole settee to my right. It was a full 10 minutes before she could even move. I caressed her, teased her, and at every touch near the burning flesh of her buttocks she orgasmed again and again. To penetrate her pussy was to cause multiple orgasms to explode within her. I turned her on her back, slowly lowering her bruised bum to the cushions, and gently opening her slender, stocking clad thighs, I clamped my lips to her clitty, and sucked. Flicking over her hypersensitive nubbin with my tongue as rapidly as I could, and penetrating her again, with two fingers in her pussy and one in her anus. I fucked my fingers in and out of her as fast as I could, suckling on her clitty like a baby on a nipple, my tongue flicking as fast as my fingers, and all of her orgasms melded into one huge, long, continuous, drawn out cum that had her body arched from the cushions with only her feet and head on the cushions. I kept her like that until she fainted away in a blackness of pleasure. My face, titties, thighs and hands were totally smothered with her juices. But I stayed there, holding her now, cradled in my arms, and stroking her hair until she came to, and opened her eyes. Her breathing had calmed and she asked me to stay the night, but I had to return I told her, because of a prior appointment, that I genuinely wished then, I hadn't made. I helped her into the house, all thoughts of clearing the meal dishes forgotten. At the kitchen sink, she splashed raw cold water over her face, her bum was red and almost shining with the attention I had given it. I went to her bathroom, and peed, and thought that for the hell of it, I would leave her juices on me. I returned to the living room/kitchen area, and Anais had brought my dress in, and held it for me to slide my arms into it. I straightened my dress, smoothing it down, and called a cab. I watched Anais from the corner of my eye, as she opened a drawer, and returned with an envelope which, standing slightly behind me while I adjusted my dress, she placed in my bag. The very act of seeing here do that sent a most delicious thrill, roaring through my body. She had PAID me for being there with her. The very act of her doing that, made me curse the fact I had to go. We heard the cab pull up, and I led her hesitatingly to the door by her hand. Anais was doing all she could NOT to be seen by the driver, but I had other ideas. She then told me that I was better than Philippe had told her. Standing with my back to the cab, Anais trembling on her own doorstep, I pulled her to me and kissed her as deeply as we had kissed on my arrival. I broke the kiss, and brought my clutch bag to her mouth brushing her lips with it, and pressing her lips with it signalling her to open her mouth. As she complied, I inserted the thin edge between her lips, and pressed her mouth shut with my fingertips, so she now held my bag in her mouth. I then slid my hands to her titties, and took both of her nipples between my fingers and thumbs. Pinching firmly, I pulled her nipples upwards, continuing the pressure until she was on tip toes and wincing, but she never once made any attempt to stop me with her hands. I said to her then, that any time she wanted a repeat of tonight, she only had to call, and of course, I would not mind if she were to recommend me to her friends. Her eyes shone brightly at that, and I slowly released her, took my bag, kissed her lightly and briefly on her lips, smiled, and turned to the cab.

The driver had seen ALL of this between Anais and I, and as I passed his window, I noticed his hand on his cock rubbing. I sat in the cab, shut the door, and gave the driver my address. At home, I exited the cab, and stood at his window to pay him, I doubled the fare by way of a tip, smiled at him and walked in through the door. Janey, and Felice were sitting in the settee, cuddling as I walked in. I needed a cup of tea before I went to bed, and set three mugs out. I brought the tea to the settee, and sat with them, asking where the others were. Janey and Felice both giggled and I was told that David and Julie, had totally seduced Patricia, and that the three of them had gone to bed over an hour ago, as Patricia was shattered by what they had done to her. I laughed and had to clamp my hand over my mouth, to keep the noise down. Then I told them of my night. I described all that had happened with Anais, and I mean EVERYTHING, right down to watching her place the envelope in my bag, telling me that Philippe had even told her about us, the antics at her door with the cabbie watching and the fact that he was wanking as he watched. Patricia was enthralled, and Janey was chuckling like mad, saying that she wished she had been able to be there to see it all. I opened my bag, and took out the envelope, and was sure it was heavier than the one Philippe had given me. Janey and Patricia were silent as I opened the envelope, and once opened, I counted out 20 of the cellophane wrapped packages. I looked at them both and grinned in a silly manner. I then said that it seems I am now, a teenaged prostitute as well as a millionaires teenage mistress, and Janey added that I was, at least, a highly paid and high class prostitute. I placed the 20 bundles in the safe with the other 50 already there. 70 Thousand Francs, plus what I had spent on David, Janey and Julie, and for general shopping etc. A grand total of 75 thousand Francs in 'gifts', plus the clothes from Gaston. No wonder there were so many extremely cute girls flocking to the South of France. 9 and a half thousand pounds in cash, plus almost the same in clothing. If that wasn't a strong pull, what was? The more I thought of Andrea's word, and she, saying them to me, at the age of only 22, caused my mind to REALLY think. Here, was fun, fine living to be had. For many, the price is just too high, but for others, and now I had to class myself as in this group, the fun and finery outweighed self retribution. I realised, that I was NOT going to give it up easily. We three crept silently up the stairs, peeped into the bedroom, and David and Julie were both snuggled up with Patricia, sound asleep. I opened the door to the bedroom opposite, and went in, stripping off my pussy juice covered clothes, and as Janey and Felice did the same, all three of us stepped into the shower. We soaped each other slowly, sensuously pleasuring each other with fingers, lips and tongues. Dried in big, soft fluffy towels, we also settled into this rooms bed to snuggle together, limbs touching, and sleep. I felt angry and sad. Angry, that Felice's alarm sounded out to awake her for work, so waking Janey and I. Sad, that she had to leave for the day. The moonshine on the horizon though, being the simple fact she never had to work for two days, once this day was out. We three had all showered quickly to refresh us, dried and dressed, and was at the table in the kitchen with coffee, as David and Julie appeared with a very bashful Patricia. I stood and took her hand, and asked her if it was all she had dreamt of. She nodded blushingly, and Janey laughed along with us. I then said that the feeling she now had, was the same that Felice had experienced on HER first night with us. Felice, with Julie on her lap, chuckled about it, and told Patricia how, she had never believed such joy and excitement was being hidden by convention. On the way down the stairs, I had mentioned to Janey about my titties feeling a little more tender than usual, and she agreed hers were too, and then reminded me that yesterday, we should have used the pregnancy test kits she had bought. Getting up with Felice at the call of her alarm clock, we both had forgotten the kits. Felice left for work at 8.30am, and asking Patricia to keep an eye on David and Julie, and to let Andrea in when she arrived, Janey and I went back to the bedroom, into the loo, and completed a test each. Weeks later, Janey admitted to me that she was hoping with all her heart, just the same as was I for a positive test. We both stood, holding our respective kits, with the colour chart and tester in our hands. Tears filled my eyes, even though I was smiling broadly, and Janey was no different. Both testers were practically the same shade of colour as each other, and both matched the colour charts response, of positive.

We hugged each other and I cried, but couldn't have been happier in my heart. I was about to go downstairs to tell them, when Janey stopped me. She had warm flannel wash cloths lightly soaped for us to wash our faces, and then we started our makeup, as Patricia knocked and entered the room saying that Andrea had arrived. Janey and I quickly whizzed through our makeup, with Patricia making little touch ups, and 15 minutes later (surely a world record), we were downstairs. I wore a dress of my personal choice, with my usual corset, stockings and heels, Janey in her preferred summer dress of flowery pattern, ending just above the knee, Patricia was in her tight jeans, and Andrea in a straight minidress with ruched silk forming a bodice. I had the new dress and one from UK in the 50s style, along with the almost see-through one, that Gaston had bought in a bag ready. I kissed all goodbye, and whispered to Janey, asking if she minded NOT letting anyone know the results until later, and she nodded, saying that yes, I needed time to tell Gaston, and see what and how he said. We drove to Madame Franny's house, and she welcomed us with smiles, and invited us into her front living room. Once we were all seated with coffee, I outlined my idea from yesterday. Andrea, thankfully, had also thought a bit more on it, and had a few ideas to add to mine. Madame F, it proved, was also a very competent artist, and with the three dresses on dummy formers, she put pencil to paper, and soon had half a dozen variations of the 50s style dresses. Lace panels in different orientations, at the midriff, with silk borders of different colours, bustier topped and corset topped. They all looked good. She showed us the cloth she had ready, along with the lace, all the while apologising for the lack of selection. It transpired that she had spent a tidy sum on her new sewing machine, and was needing to bring her cash flow back up to strength. Casually, I asked how much in monetary value, a home seamstress would normally carry to ensure a steady workflow, and she said that between 6 and 8 thousand Francs worth was almost mandatory. I asked then, how much work she had before she could set her needles to the task we had in mind, and luckily, it was only 3 hem alterations, and the one 'taking in'. I then asked the approximate price, for each dress, allowing for the work involved, with regards to patterns and sewing, and she said that with all considerations of materials and time, about 1200 Francs. I gave her an envelope containing 12 THOUSAND Francs, stating that I would like her to defer all others wanting alterations etc, as I wanted the dresses completed at the earliest possible time. And, quite possibly, with a continued supply of couture being required in a ready made basis. She sat amazed, and Andrea looked fit to burst with mirth, as I explained that NOTHING, bar the finest silks and lace would suffice, and that if possible, a complete price breakdown for each dress, both as bespoke and produced items. All I got was a look of incredulity and a nodding head. We took our leave of her, and left her running around getting her two daughters ready for a trip to her cloth suppliers. Andrea parked in the square, and arm in arm I guided her to the shop where Felicia worked. Even though Andrea had been to the house and met Patricia, this was the first time she and Felice had met. The nicest bit of the whole thing, is that within minutes, we were all chatting away like old friends. On the upstairs landing, Andrea was looking at all the booths, and I mentioned to Felice, that a couple had been emptied. She nodded, explaining how the owner, hadn't been advertising, or even dropping in to make sure all is ok. Also, the manageress had decided to leave without notice and 3 of the other assistants with her. The whole of the downstairs was looking a bit low on stock, and no-one seemed to even bother. Felice was truly worried about her future employment. And I had to admit, things did look bleak. Felice stayed with Andrea, who was busy choosing her own piercing, and I walked to a quieter area to call Gaston.

He congratulated me on my news, as he knew it was what I wanted, and I asked him how HE thought it would affect us two. He asked me if I still wanted to be with him. I did. But, I said that in no way would I allow anyone to even lay out the charge of him, Gaston being the father. He spoke softly then, softer than he ever had, forcing me to listen properly. "Carole, I want you with me. You make me feel alive. And no. I'm not just saying it for now. I mean it. Let me see you tonight at your place, with the others, and I'll try me very best of all to explain, and convince you." I found that I was very happy, fluttery happy, and he said about 7pm should do it. Back at the piercing booth, Andrea had opted for the same bar, AND insertion. Saying that she now wanted to try with that little vibrator I had spoken about. We took her to the toy area and she actually bought a plug and both sized vibrators. Her face was red paying for them, and I said don't be embarrassed, you'll spoil all the fun of it. I asked Felice if she had the phone number of her friend who owned the shop, and she said that she was out of the country, again. I asked who owned this building and if it was her friend, or she rented it. Felice knew that it was rented from a large holding company, and this was a step forward. Felice and Andrea both asked what I was thinking about, so I quickly filled Felice in on the seamstress. They both asked if I had other plans, with raised eyebrows of course. I just grinned. Looking at my watch, it was 1pm and lunchtime for Felice as well. So all three went to the little bistro for lunch. I continued outlining a plan of sorts, I so totally had a dream and desire to take on the big names on their own terms. I asked Andrea a set of 'WHAT IF' questions. What if, she had seen a style of dress, and wanted something similar, would she hunt out the designer/maker? YES. What if, she was then told by the designer/maker 'sorry, I ONLY make dresses of that style for certain of my clients?" Andrea thought, and answered that she would be absolutely LIVID. And the result would be her begging Claude with everything at her disposal to get it. I sat back in my chair, smiled, took a sip of my latte, and raised the latte glass in a toast 'to Madame F.' Both Felice and Andrea raised their glasses of latte in understanding. After lunch, we said goodbye to Felice, saying that we will all probably sit to dinner about 7pm, as Gaston was coming round too. Andrea dropped me at home, and I said I had a sort of business plan to draw up. Go she said, go, and try your best. If nothing else it could be fun to see some of the top classes getting worried at an up and coming name. Indoors, I changed into a lighter set of clothes, and took the pens and notepads I had bought to the patio. First there was the matter of breaking our news to David and Julie. Patricia had left to work her magic on a couple of customers, so we all gathered on the settee first. I had no idea where to start, and it was Janey who actually broke the news, that both she and I were pregnant with David's babies. He was ecstatic over the news, kissing us both repeatedly, and Julie was whooping, happy that it also meant that David could concentrate on her now. I asked her if she still truly wanted to be pregnant, and she nodded that yes, she did, unless David no longer wanted to. That was not an option with David. Both Janey and I had not failed to notice that David was especially gentle with Julie, and when he made love to her, it was slow, and very passionate. That afternoon, I sat at the patio table working some sort of business plan and drawing of a shop, while using the breast pump for 15 minutes, every two hours. Janey and I cooked a British meal, a REAL British meal. Roast beef, Yorkshire pudding, Brussel sprouts, Green beans, and halved potato's, roasted with the beef. Felice and Patricia arrived together, as Patricia had finished with her clients, and walked to meet Felice from work. They sniffed the aroma, and like us all, their mouths watered. Gaston arrived just as we were dishing up, and there I was, in a pinny, with my hands full of hot empty roasting tray, and he was almost molesting me from behind. His smile was glowing as much as my heart, and I dearly hoped that the reason for it was a good one. Introductions proper were made to Felice and Patricia, and Gaston made Julie blush so bad, she tried to hide her face in Felice's titties, he said that he didn't recognise her this time, as she now had clothes on. After dinner, I asked if he would sit outside with me, and there I thanked him for the greeting when he came in. It made me feel good, and I told him so.

Gaston immediately took me in his arms, kissing me tenderly, and told me then, that he did it for the simple reason that, I made HIM feel good. He asked as to my intent with the pregnancy what I had thought to do, and I told him that I would go back to UK after the summer, and have the baby there, as this would save him the embarrassment of he and I, and those who knew, from having to lie about things. Gaston shook his head, saying that he didn't like that idea at all. I was shocked at this, it wasn't what I had envisioned from someone like him. He was the playboy who could have had ANY woman, begging to be on his arm, he was a member of the Jetset Playboy group, and at 36 was considered by many to have finally reached his prime. I told him just that, but he said it was getting time for ALL of his group to stop acting as if they owned the world, and over drinks at the golf club Claude had started them all thinking by announcing to all that he intended to ask Andrea to marry him. And with his admission, Bernard, Xavier, and Jean-Paul, had all stated that looking around, nearly all of them had been with their companions longer than ever before. Oh don't get me wrong, I so enjoyed being with him, he was fun, bright, spontaneous, intelligent, witty, and so well mannered. But, I was only 16, and pregnant with another's baby. I was living for the 'now', and loving it. He held me close, and did nothing other than stroke my hair. After a while, I was feeling much more relaxed sitting there, and Gaston saw my notebooks. He asked me what I had been doing, mentioning that if I was trying to be, catching up on some college accountancy coursework, would I like to ask his accountant for help if I was getting stuck. I laughed, telling him that the laughter was because of his generosity, and his immediate thoughts for me. I told him about Madam F, and an idea I had, then, about the shop Felice worked in, and all about the internal stall holders quitting, staff problems, and the fact that the shop owner hadn't even bothered trying to put things right. I also mentioned that I had found out, that the shop building was in fact rented from a large company, but, as yet I hadn't asked Felice the company's name. He reached out, and picking the smaller book asked if he could look. I said yes, of course, it was just the draft of a business plan, and some drawings of the interior, as I would have it set out. He looked first at the drawings, and then read the planning draft. Nodding in a thoughtful manner, he replaced the books and asked how long I thought it would take to get the final plans set. I shrugged and said maybe a couple of days, especially as I needed to see the quality of the seamstresses work, and of course, any comeback form people seeing the dresses worn. He said no more, other than to ask if he could stay here the night, or, take me home. He stayed. That night in bed, there was no rush for us, it was a most gentle of lovemaking, but questions abounded about our friendships, that he thought we so easily formed, as opposed to his, where he was so guarded. They really were questions I couldn't answer easily, I explained that 99 percent was gut feeling, the feeling that a person gave when talking, or shaking hands. Gaston pulled me to snuggle against the hollow of his shoulder and said that he would maybe have to keep me close. And I snuggled, and slept.

 

Chapter 15

At breakfast that morning, Gaston was on his cell phone almost constantly, even to the point that I saw his battery low, and then heard the beeping alarm of a low battery. I placed the house phone in front of him with the number written on a sheet of paper. As soon as his cell ran out of power, he started to use the one I gave him. A shock came less than an hour after we came down, Andrea and Claude arrived. With Gaston and Claude going into a sort of 'conference mode'. Andrea, almost bursting, dragged me to the poolside, where she then told me that Claude had proposed to her. I smiled, laughed, giggled as I hugged her, congratulating her good fortune, I couldn't for the life of me, tell her what Gaston had told me the night before. Some things should be kept close to the heart I think. Eventually they both came outside, and I was able to introduce Claude to, well, the rest of my 'family', and Gaston asked if Janey, Felice, Patricia, David and Julie would please accept his invitation to a party at his place next Saturday night. Everyone agreed, and I insisted that both David and Julie wear formal attire also. Julie screamed in delight, but David was subdued at the thought of wearing a collar and tie. Tough I told him, YOU will be escorting your mother and sister, so have to be smart. Ok, Ok, he said, giving in. Janey smiled, stroked his arm and said it would be nice to have her son taking her to a ball. The morning passed and Gaston and Claude went to the golf club at about11am, with Andrea driving to her parents, obviously to share her news. My cell phone rang and it was Anais. She asked if I was free for lunch at a friends house, only she, Anais wouldn't be there. Apparently, her friend actually orgasmed just by Anais describing what had happened, and of course, hardly believing my age. This friend, being a 38 year old lady, with a rather large IT business to control, had now decided that, after solidly working every day for the last 17 months, she deserved a little personal time. I told Anais to let her friend know that I will be willing to meet her at 1pm, and if her address was sent to me by text, I would arrive by cab. This arrived within 5minutes from 'Michelle'. I told the others that I would be gone for lunch, Janey pinching my bum, and asking if it was 'another' call out like the other night with Anais. I nodded saying it was a friend of hers, who she had told, and wanted to meet me. I decided on some 'props' for the occasion, and asked Felice if the shop had some certain Items, and she chuckled like fury as I told her what I had in mind. While Patricia helped me with hair and makeup, Patricia drove quickly to the shop, and brought back the items I asked for. Dressed, and ready, I came downstairs a little nervously. I had chosen a pure white silk button fronted blouse, with the buttons open to show my cleavage, matched with a plaid miniskirt, that came to above my mid thigh. A quarter cup bra, with matching suspender belt in red silk with black lace trim, and black stockings, with black 4 inch heeled knee high boots. Over the top of it all, I had a very retro 60s lightweight cotton cape, complete with a 60s cap, both being ORIGINAL Mary Quant, that I had found in a shop at home. Felice handed me the items she had brought, A horse riding crop, with a nicely stiff leather tab, and a quality hand loop, and a full set of ankle and wrist cuffs in soft red leather. The cab arrived, and I tucked the crop into my right boot, said my goodbyes to a grinning 'family', and left. As the cab driver meandered through the streets, I wasn't that surprised when he took the same route, as the one I had followed to Anais' home. We actually passed her house by some 500 meters, before turning off into the drive of a lovely villa. I exited the cab, and telling the driver I would call later for a return journey, Paid the fare and walked to the door. I was greeted and welcomed in by a stunning woman, who's looks and figure completely shattered the illusion of a 38 year old. Her skin was smooth and tanned, her hair darkest auburn, about 5 feet 6 inches in heels, so shorter than I, slim waist, pert rounded bum, and B cup sized titties.

I removed my hat and cape, Michelle gasped at what met her eyes, and with trembling hands, took them from me and laid them on the entry hall table. I followed her through to the patio, passing through an elegantly furnished, large living room, that led directly to the kitchen, fully open planned, and on to the patio set out with table, chairs and a swing settee under a large shaded awning. The view of the ocean and cliffs to the left was positively stunning to see. A glass of chilled white wine, with condensation drooling down the stem was offered and, received gratefully, and we sat together, chatting and finding a few things out. I asked if Michelle had enjoyed Anais' description of what had happened, and she blushed hotly, only nodding to confirm. This silent bashfulness from a woman more than twice my age emboldened me a lot, and so, I found it very easy to slip further into my role as a teen Dominatrix. Her eyes were constantly drawn to the riding crop I had in my boot, so I withdrew it, with my wrist through the loop, and slowly lifted it to inspect it. "This is brand new today Michelle, the leather is stiff, and I am wondering, just how much use would it need to make it nice and supple." Her eyes were riveted to the weapon in my hand. She had both her hands clutching her glass, and holding it meekly in her lap. Her knees were tight together, her back straight, but her shoulders were trembling slightly. She never took her eyes from the crop, as I slowly moved the tag end in her direction, lowered it to her left knee, and started to stroke it up and down softly, from knee to the hem of her skirt. As the leather tag reached the hem of her skirt, she positively shivered, her tummy rippling. I lifted the crop away from her, placing it across my bare thighs, my skirt having ridden high enough to show a full 5 inches of my thighs above my stocking tops. Still she stared at it, as I leant forwards, and took the glass from her fingers, placing it with mine on the table before us. Sitting back up, I took her left wrist, and reaching into my bag, withdrew the first wrist cuff. I showed it off for about 5 seconds, her eyes opened wide, then I unbuckled it, and held it to her wrist, fastening it in place. I did just the same with her right wrist, and the other cuff. Then I removed an ankle cuff from my bag, and told her to lift her foot to me. Her mouth was now opened in a perfectly formed 'O', but she lifted her foot, which I took and placed on my lap, and secured the cuff. "Next one?" I said, bringing the final cuff into view, and that ankle too was soon secured. I leant back to the table, retrieved both glasses, and passed hers to her, and smiling both at her and deeply inwardly, I sat back and sipped the refreshing beverage. Michelle just sat there, as if mesmerised, and with my glass held in my left hand, I picked the crop back off my thighs with my right, and returned the tag to her knee, causing her to flinch sharply at it's touch, once again stroking her leg softly from knee to skirt hem, and back. As the crop tag was stroking up and down her stockinged leg, I asked her if she had ever done this before, and she replied that, although often thinking of being in such a situation, she never had the chance. I then asked her if it turned her on listening to Anais' description of our encounter, and Michelle nodded her head excitedly, saying that was why she asked Anais to arrange this meeting. I then asked her if she TRULY wanted all, that the visual situation promised, and she looked into my eyes, almost gushing the words "Yes, I do, so very much Carole." At the mention of my name, spoken as it was, I lifted the crop from her leg, and brought it swiftly back with a stinging blow to her thigh, above her skirts hem. She jumped and squealed at the blow, looking at me with a sort of innocent incredulity, that, having answered me, I had still punished her for some reason. In fact I DID have a reason. I slowly brought the crop to her right cheek, her eyes wide and fearful following it's trajectory, and flinching as the leather stroked her face, and with a slight increase in pressure, I turned her head to face me. Almost whispering, I said to her, "Michelle, I know for certain that I did NOT give you permission to use my name so familiarly, now did I?" She thought a little before answering that I hadn't. I continued, "YOU Michelle, may address me as MISS Carole, is that understood?" Michelle quickly nodded her head, her thick, loose auburn hair waving furiously with her movements. I smiled, rested the crop back to her knee, and told her that she was a good girl for answering so quickly, but, that any further transgressions on her part, would surely bring her punishment in its wake. I sipped again from my glass, and looking sideways at Michelle, saw she was actually shaking, her nipples hard and poking through the material of her top, squeezing her thighs tightly together, and I wondered if she was close to orgasm at what had just happened. I told her that her choice of wine was truly amazing, as I found it to actually cleanse the palate, as opposed to leaving a lingering taste of the grapes surrounds. She smiled and told me that it comes from the winery of an IT client who only sells to very particular people, and, that as he was very happy with the work her company did for his internet display, had allowed her to purchase 6 cases of her favourite chardonnay. Michelle than asked, if I was ready to eat yet, as she had a light lunch of baby salads with veal slices prepared for us. "Mmmm that sounds lovely Michelle, please, I like the way that local farmers prepare veal here, I'm now really looking forward to it, especially with this wine being as cleansing as it is." Michelle literally shone at my words, seeming to float on the praise about her choice of meat and drink. "But Michelle," I stalled her, "Remove your skirt and top for me. I don't want to see you have an accident and stain them unnecessarily now." She hesitated only a second, before complying, removing both items, and settling them neatly on the seat she had just vacated.

I watched her tight bum sway seductively as she walked inside to bring the platters to table, and thought that, just maybe, I could totally enjoy the actions of being a Dominatrix to women like Anais and Michelle, and that I did seem to have a certain flair for it. Those books I found amongst my late mothers possessions, had definitely made for interesting reading, and I thought back to some of the passages I had read, and the manner in which the 'victims' were treated, and the manner of their punishments. Michelle wore white stockings, attached to a white suspender belt, which had very pale blue embroidery on it, no bra, and a string thong, matching the suspender belt, that only JUST covered her pussy. It looked to me, that from the way it fitted her, that even the thong had been specially made for her. With the platters now on the table, all under the shade of an angled parasol, we sat to eat from opposite sides of the table. Our chat was more in way of allowing me to come to understand Michelle more. Her company made heavy demands on her time, and more importantly, her energy and mental strength. She admitted to me, that she would love nothing more than to be able to come home, and have NO MORE decisions to make, once walking through her door. At work, she kept a very tight reign on all that happened, ensuring all work from simple maintenance of newly installed computer systems, right up to the setting up of complicated websites for companies to tell the world about their services and products, was delivered to her clients at the highest level of competence. These demands drained her, she said, and that she often came home so tired, she often couldn't find the energy to eat, let alone cook. I then asked her how she felt, in herself, at knowing what had happened with Anais, and also knowing that I was not yet 17. Her reply was stuttering to say the least. But, she told me, that for a long time now, she had often found herself looking at the younger girls whenever she found the time to wander the beaches, or around the shops in whatever town or city, that she was visiting at the time. I asked if she fantasized about the girls she saw, and she admitted, they were so often the mainstay of her fantasies. I then said, "Tell me truthfully Michelle, from your heart, close your eyes, and tell me at what age would the youngest of your fantasy goddesses be." She looked at me, uncertain as to reply or not, and I picked up the crop in my right hand, paying her no attention at all, and flexing the leather tag with the fingertips of my left hand, before finally allowing the tag to spring back to shape, before fixing her with my gaze. As the tag sprang back to shape, Michelle visibly flinched, with the memory of the blow to her thigh, the mark still on her thigh, red and angry. She replied, "My favourite has involved a girl so young as to have no breasts yet formed, an indeterminate age, but young." She now looked down at he empty plate, her face flushed red at her admission to me. Without saying another word, I stood, walked slowly round the table to her, placed my hand on her head, stroked softly down to her neck, under the hair at the back of the short bob she wore, ran my fingers upwards, taking a full handful of her hair and softly pulling to tilt her head back, and then kissed her softly, sweetly, gently full on her lips. Little pecks, my tongue darting out to lick softly over the outline of her lips, sucking into my own lips her bottom one, and then gently nibbling on it, as I sucked it. Her nipples stood out proud and hard, excited as she was, regardless of her embarrassment. I pulled her to her feet, using the grip I had on her hair, telling her that she was a nasty, perverted bitch, for thinking of little girls as she had. I asked her if she agreed with that statement, and she silently nodded, as best she could, with me holding her hair. I then asked if that was why she so wanted Anais to arrange for me to lunch with her, because I was as young as I am. Again she nodded. I then told her to close her eyes, and imagine, the she was now being held like this by a little preteen girl, who was telling her, that for her dirty, perverted thoughts, Michelle was now going to be punished, by being restrained using the cuffs on her wrists and ankles, and would carry the marks of her punishment for some days to come. Her entire body then trembled almost violently, and I semi dragged, semi guided her over to the railing surrounding her patio area. On the way, I picked up the bag that had contained the cuffs, as it still held some items I needed. I pushed her against the railings, with her body bent slightly over them, and ordered her to stay still. From the bag, I produced four lengths of a strong black cord, each two meters in length. I tied two, to the rings on her wrist cuffs, and secured one wrist to the railing, moving around to her other side, and pulling tightly, stretched her arms out and tied the second. She was now bent, with her head over the railing, and her titties hanging free this side. Next, I tied a length of cord to each ankle ring, forcing her legs open and tied them to the railing at the bottom, so she was now bent over, arms and legs secured open and wide. I then brought a stool from her kitchen diner, and placed that under her tummy to stop her collapsing to her knees. I stood back, admiring the view her position afforded me, and ran my fingers slowly down her back, over the firm globes of her bum, down the back of her right thigh to the knee, then back up on the other thigh. As I was doing this, Michelle was softly moaning, her body jerking in little spasms, and as I reached the top inside of her left thigh, a dragged my fingertips over her smooth shaved pussy lips, up the cleft of her bum and circled her sphincter, softly, with just one fingertip.

The contact of my fingers on her pussy brought forth a squeal from Michelle's mouth, and caused her to thrust her body upwards onto the tips of her toes, her legs straight and stiff. When I started to tease her sphincter, that squeal changed to a low, guttural, almost primal growl, drawn out long and low, with her entire body shaking, her titties jiggling as the hung freely under her. I leaned close to her now, my own tummy pressed against her left side, and stroked back up her spine before again stroking her hair, bent to her head, and asked softly how she felt imagining this, all being done by a girl of maybe 9 or ten years old. "PLEASE Miss Carole, I want it to happen, I feel that if it did I would never stop cumming in orgasm. I would give anything to have it so, for real." I smiled and kissed her cheek as she tried her hardest to turn her head further in my direction. "You're a dirty, nasty, perverted slut of a bitch, aren't you Michelle?" I asked, "Yes Miss Carole I am all that, and more." she meekly replied, my left hand now tickling down her spine, as I turned to move into position, and stopped, my hand resting firmly on the small of her back, pressing her tummy to the seat of the stool. I raised the crop level with my shoulder, and with a flick of my wrist brought it stingingly into contact with her right buttock. Almost before she had time to react from the pain, I had struck her left buttock with equal force. Now she grunted out a guttural scream, her whole body shaking, pulling hard on the cuffs and cord securing her wrists, trying her best to pull her ankles free to lift her legs but being held by the stool, and thus prevented from moving. I now held the stool to keep it steady, and not allowing her to fall. Her moans subsided to a whimper, and I asked her if she felt that this was a suitable punishment for her perverted thoughts, or should it be more of the same, and maybe even harder too (this to give her the chance to say if I had struck too hard for her to cope with), and she replied, "Oh Miss Carole, the punishment fits my thoughts, it is right that this is done, but I am still having those thoughts." I took this, correctly, to mean that the strength of my strokes was right, and, that she wanted more. I stroked the raising welts made by the crop, feeling them form in the oblong shape of the tag, I gradually pressed harder onto the welts, causing her to moan again and again, as I progressed from the pressing to actually squeezing with my hand. I moved my hand back to her spine, and now stroked over her bum with the crop. Michelle was trembling now, and flinching slightly as she felt this weapon in her bruising skin. I struck quickly twice more, once on each cheek. Again the scream, Michelle doing her best to muffle the sound through her clenched teeth, and failing. Her body jerking rapidly as she pulled on her bonds at ankle and wrist. And again, I teased her flesh with my fingers, my palm and my squeezing, waiting for the sting to subside to the burning heat before striking again. I kept this torture of her buttocks going for far longer than I thought she could possibly take. Two swift strikes, one on each globe, then the teasing hand, and at the fifth pair of strokes, just as I was squeezing the raised welts, Michelle orgasmed strongly, her entire body convulsing fully, her growling groan of pleasure rising in pitch, and her doing her best to turn her head, pleading with me. "Please Miss Carole, it is working, it is cleansing me." This is what Michelle not only wanted, she also needed it too. I am certain that we spent well over an hour and a half, with her punishment, and I counted 4 more strong screaming orgasm from her. I used the crop on her bum cheeks to cause a total of 15 full welts on each, they raising bruising that could not only be felt, but seen with ease, each mark clearly defined by the oblong shaped leather tag. I also laid her eight full welts, all in a close line, down the backs of each thigh. Only then, as she started to cry REAL tears, they falling from her face, did I stop, and place the crop on the table that still held our lunch things. I returned to Michelle, standing by her head, stroking her hair as one would a child, and asked her, if that now, she felt punished enough for one day. She answered me with sopping nods of her head, finding it hard to vocally answer me. I stooped and untied the cords from her ankle cuffs and the railings. Then I untied her wrist cuffs. I helped her stand straight, and taking the four lengths of cord, holding them together and folding them in half, I had her open her mouth and hold them, as a puppy would hold it's leash, then told her to take them, and place them in her bedside drawer, safely. She did this, and returned to me where I was sitting on the swing, I softly eased her to lay on the seat, on her side facing me, where I cradled her in my arms, opened my blouse and exposing my titties to her, lifted my left titty in my hand, and offered her my nipple to suckle on. Michelle closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and took my nipple between her lips and sucked it into her mouth, and suddenly opened her eyes wide looking directly into mine, as if in shock at something.

Still looking at me, Michelle gave a soft suckle on my nipple, and I saw her swallow, then she stayed still, but her throat continued to make little swallowing movements. I felt a very strange tingling that seemed to be INSIDE my nipple, and brought my hand up to pull it out from Michelle's mouth. She opened her lips, and I at last saw what was happening. I had started to lactate slightly, the almost clear fluid of my pre-milk. I smiled, grateful for all the times Julie had suckled me along with David and Janey, and the use of the breast pump. I explained to Michelle that yes, I was indeed pregnant, and had been using a breast pump to TRY and induce my titties to lactate, and that this is the first time it has happened. She smiled, and went back to my nipple, suckling like a baby. I came myself then, feeling her tongue pressing my nipple against the roof of her mouth, the sucking pressure, all came together to make my pussy ripple with orgasm. I slid my hand down over her tummy, and she parted her knees to my invasion. I stroked Michelle's pussy, gently rubbing every now and then on her clitty. After she had again orgasmed twice, I inserted two fingers inside her, and fingerfucked her soaking wet pussy as fast as I could. I slid her from my left nipple to my right one, as my nipple was becoming too sensitive, and with a pillow on my lap for her to rest her head on, she suckled that one too. This was now having the effect that I was getting to my peak, but not quite being able to get over it. I moved then, placing the pillow on the seat, and Michelle's head on that, straddled her head with my legs, and lowered my head to her waiting clitty. We sucked, and licked pussy slit and clitty. We fingerfucked each other to orgasm. And as I was suckling on Michelle's clitty, I grabbed hold of her bum, and squeezed hard as I sucked her clitty into my mouth and flicked it rapidly with my tongue. Her legs straightened, her back arched, and she orgasmed, screaming into my pussy, as I also did. Lying like that, we had each cum maybe 3-4 times, and I felt a need to pee. It was also getting close to time to make for home as it was fast approaching 6pm. I told Michelle this, and then I ordered her onto her knees. Standing over her, I told her that now, she was there to be used as and when I wanted to, and that every time I came to her, she would be. I pulled her head to my pussy, stepped over her slightly, pushing her head backwards, ordered her to push her tongue as far into me as she could, and once feeling her tongue inside, I pee'd in her mouth, ordering her to swallow. She couldn't swallow it all, but she tried. Quite a bit flowed from her mouth, and into her hair, and some even trickled down her titties. Once I had finished, I had her lick me clean, telling her that as she was such a good girl at licking pussy and drinking pee, every time she invited me over from now on, I would use her as my toilet in this way. Michelle nodded, saying, that Yes Miss Carole, I'll be waiting for you to do this. I asked if it was all that she wanted and expected, to which she told me that it actually was even MORE than she expected, but, that she wanted it again. I then asked her to somehow TRY and trust me on a certain matter, and allow me to have a key to her home, along with a time she would be getting home on the coming Wednesday night. To her query, I said that I would make sure I was here for when she got home, to show her something of what she had been missing, but ONLY if she felt she could trust me with a key. She fetched a key and gave it to me, saying that she normally got home at about 6pm. I told her that, no matter what happens, she is NOT to arrive before 6. I then took my phone from my bag, and called for a cab. I used her wall mirror inside to sort myself out, once I had retrieved my cape and hat, and put them on. As I was adjusting my hat in the mirror, Michelle took an envelope from a drawer in her unit, and opening it, seeming to place four items inside of it. She then came over behind me, and placed the envelope in my bag before I turned, having finished my hair and hat. I moved to her, and took her in my arms, kissing her tenderly, yet deeply. I said "Wednesday, I will show you what has probably been missing from your life, and do all I can to surprise you. And for my part, YOU Michelle, will from now on ONLY wear skirts, with stockings and suspenders as you are now, and I want your skirts to ONLY cover the very tops of your stockings, is that clear?" she replied, "Yes Miss Carole, I'll do that for you." I kissed her again, telling her she was a good girl, and to remember, not home before 6 on Wednesday. She nodded enthusiastically. The cab arrived, and I walked out without another word to her, got in the cab, and left.

 

Chapter 16

Walking indoors, I was met by Janey, Felice, Patricia, David and Julie, all wanting to know what went on with the 'kinky stuff' that Felice got for me. I couldn't help myself, I smirked at them all, as I poured myself a big mug of sweetened fresh coffee, and sat on the settee in the living room sipping my prize. Janey sat besides me, playfully and gently pinching my knee, and telling me to tell or else. After a couple of sips, I put the coffee on the table, and pulled the envelope from my bag. Just then my phone rang, it was Gaston. He asked if all of us were busy that evening, and that if not, could he come round again, if I wanted. I called him a silly bugger, and said that we were all sitting here doing not a lot. And that his coming round, as far as I was concerned, wasn't only wanted, but needed. He roared with laughter and said good, he was just finishing up at the club with the guys and would be about 30 minutes. I put the phone down, and picked the envelope back up, waving it gently as if fanning myself. Then I told them all that had happened at Michelle's, not missing out on anything that happened. They all sat enthralled at what had happened, with Felice saying that I really AM a Dominatrix, which set everyone off laughing, so I told them how, in that case, it was a good job for all, I had left the crop at Michelle's for Wednesday night. David chirped in, saying that maybe HE should get one, so as to keep a certain gaggle of hot and horny females under control. He got no-one saying no to that. I opened the envelope then, and got a really huge shock. Inside was not 20 packets. There were 25. I put them in the safe, and no-one even spoke. Gaston arrived, and after welcoming him in, Janey and I went into the kitchen to sort the food. She had already told everyone that it would be spaghetti bolognaise, and as the meat and sauce was already, there was only the spaghetti to boil. Once in the kitchen, I told Janey about Michelle's secret fantasy and she listened intently, clenching her thighs repeatedly. It was she that finished the thoughts I had, saying that she would bet that Julie would love it, as long as I was there to keep an eye on things. I took Janey in my arms, and assured her I had NEVER let it cross my mind to leave Julie there on her own, or even to discuss about it happening. Telling her that Julie's safety was going to continue, and with even Michelle wanting Julie safe, as it was she herself (Michelle) that wanted the young mistress, and not to be one. Janey said that we should talk with Julie tomorrow, could be fun for her, and grinned. The pasta had boiled and, as we had boiled enough for 7 people, it took both of us to pour it into a strainer. We started to eat, and Gaston asked ALL of us, to spend the day with him tomorrow. I asked if he was sure he wanted us all, as when we all get together, such as now, we have a tendency to Ummmmm, 'get a bit naughty'. He all giggled and he said, that was all the more reason for him to be with us. Julie asked if we could go back to the beach Patricia took us to and have a big picnic, as she liked it when she didn't have to wear clothes. We all agreed with her, even Gaston, except Janey. She went red, and said it was hard for her but, that she did like it too. And so it was settled, a big picnic on the beach was planned for all of us. I asked Gaston if he knew how much it would cost to have a stylist come and do a makeover job, like Patricia had done for me, for our big date, on the night of the gala. He thought, and said that he believed the cost to be around the thousand Francs mark. Patricia almost fell off her chair at that. Felice immediately stated that I must have more plans to ask that question. I just gave my usual grin, and said that yes, I have been having thoughts. We all spent a lovely evening together. It was relaxed, funny, no pressure at all. Even Gaston said that he felt relaxed, as normally, if he had spent the evening with the group he normally socialised with, he would be tense by now, as everyone took their gatherings as a time to catch up on business. I jumped on his lap and said that if he wanted, I'd make him feel tense. Then slowly started to wiggle my bum. Janey AND David called me a horny cow that couldn't get enough. I just nodded in agreement. I whispered into Gaston's ear if he would like Felice to join us in bed that night, or Patricia, or Janey. His face was a picture, even more so when Janey asked what I was whispering to make Gaston blush like that. So I told them. David Julie and I wee bouncing on the settee laughing, with all four of the others going bright red. I asked again, looking directly at Gaston, and he swallowed hard, and said, Janey. I asked David if he minded, and he said not at all, That still left Felice, Patricia and Julie to cuddle in bed with. They all went red, and again Gaston's eyes grew on stalks.

We went to bed that night, with kisses all round, Gaston watching David scamper upstairs with his 'harem', and that Janey and I with Gaston. We showered together, Janey and I soaping Gaston all over, then he and I doing Janey, and finally them soaping me. After rinsing and drying, bed. Janey and I both attacked Gaston's cock, taking turns to suck, lick and tease. After Gaston shot his sperm in our mouths, Janey was next for the licking and sucking, with Gaston getting between her legs and fucking her to a mutual orgasm, I then sucked Gaston's cock clean of all sperm and pussy juice, then did the same to Janey. She wasn't idle though, playing with my clitty while I turned attention back to Gaston, and soon he was erect again, and finally, inside me. I was in heaven, as Gaston gently fucked my pussy, my legs wrapped tightly around him, and kissing Janey in between her suckling my titties, and telling me that, I will have to tell Julie tomorrow, as she has been aching for one of us to start lactating. Gaston asked if he had heard right, and that little Julie had been sucking our nipples, and I told him that yes, she has had a lactation fetish all of her own. He didn't last long after that, and soon shot his third load of sperm into my pussy. We all three slept well that night, an rose with the birds. Gaston and I made love again, with Janey back to suckling my nipples, and she said that there was a lot more pre-milk this time, with a bittersweet chalky taste. Showered and dried off nicely, Janey and I made a full English breakfast for everyone, with Gaston saying that he needed it after his night with Janey and I, and encouraging David to eat well after his no doubt fun night. After she and I had eaten, Janey took the vegetable basket and she and I moved to collect the salad things, but Gaston stopped us, saying that HE would sort the picnic, as today we were his guests. We didn't need much persuading to leave the garden alone, I will tell you. Because Gaston's car was only a 2 seater s ports, that was left behind, and we all set off in the Jaguar and Felice's Renault. Arriving at the beach, we parked and were among the first there, so got a good spot, where Felice said that the tide doesn't reach so that we wouldn't have to move, then rented beach mats and three parasols, and we were all set. Julie and David were the first undressed, and ran to the waters edge. Patricia, Felice and I were next, while both Gaston and Janey, shall we say, they dawdled a little. Standing there naked, Gaston told me later, us three young women looked the loveliest sight he had seen for a long while. We walked to the water in the wake of David and Julie, and found them splashing around with some others of their ages. I waded over to check they were ok, and the oldest boy there was seriously checking me out, and did the same to them when Felice and Patricia arrived. The old feelings of naughtiness were flooding through me, but, there wasn't a lot I could do because of the location. Felice was up to her neck in the water, because she was kneeling next to Julie, when she squealed, and giggled furiously. She had been groped by another preteen boy. Back at our sitting area, we jammed as much as possible into the whole morning getting Gaston and Janey into the water. It was hard work but fun. Once in the water though Janey was more animated, and started to play more. I put my arms around Gaston's neck, holding myself close to him, and giggled madly as I whispered naughty things in his ears. It had the desired effect, and when we all went to sit back down it took a full 15 minutes before he could leave the water, and join us. When he did manage to leave the water, he came straight back and started to threaten me with a spanking, so I lay myself across his lap smiling and giggling cheekily. All I got for my troubles was the one stinging slap on my bum, but heck it was worth it. Gaston made a phone call, and he started to order foodstuffs in a picnic hamper. Once finished, he asked me to walk with him back to the carpark, to await the delivery of our picnic. I put bikini bottoms on, while Gaston put his shorts on, and then we walked back to the carpark hand in hand. I loved the serenity of that walk, people all around, but it was peaceful. Gaston never had a wallet with him I realised, and asked how the hamper was going to be paid for, making him laugh aloud. Duuh. A bright yellow Ferrari sort of 'burst' into the car park, with three hands waving out over the windscreen. It was Claude and Andrea. I even loved the way BOTH of them greeted me, as if I had been a part of their lives for years. Gaston and Claude carried the hamper between them, with Andrea and I behind, and I whispered to Andrea, that we were actually sat at a nudist beach, she looked at me and smiled, and without being seen by Claude turned slightly so I could unzip her dress. As we passed the sign, Gaston had kept Claude talking, and Andrea slipped her dress and thong off, while I took my bikini bottoms off. Then Claude just stopped dead. We walked past him waving our smalls and shouting 'Your turn Claude', and skipped over to the others. Claude shrugged, put the hamper down, removed his shirt and shorts, and then picked up the hamper, holding it strategically in place, simply sauntering to where we were all sat. Gaston had hold of the wine in a cooler, and was using that to shield himself. The picnic we had was comprised of smoked salmon sandwiches, lobster, fillets of chicken, oysters, various sweetmeats, and possibly the lightest, fluffiest cognac cheesecake I had ever had. Three full bottles of a white wine whose labels bore the marks and wear of age, completed it all.

We all ate until we were full to the point that we could eat no more. Even David and Julie had some wine, though not a lot, and after, we all sat, chatted and chilled. I asked Claude what he thought of Andrea's new piercing, and the accessories, and he grinningly replied that it should have been thought of earlier. One more splash around was all we had then, just seeming to all to be a group of friends enjoying each others company. And we were just that. Claude's phone trilled out, and he sat there talking heatedly for about 5 minutes, and then Gaston took the phone from him, and there was problems at the new retail park that had just opened, the thing was the new park was in Monaco. A good few hours drive from here, and Gaston had to change and get an overnight bag too, so kissing me and Janey bye bye, he jumped in with Claude, while Andrea would come with us, and take Gaston's car to his place. We gathered all our stuff up, and went back to the cars getting dressed on the way. We waved Andrea off with her promising to come back later, and went indoors. Coffee was first on the agenda, and Janey told Julie about my milk coming down. The little minx couldn't leave me alone, wanting to try it, so in the end, I was sat on the settee, with first Julie, then the others trying it for taste. David, Julie, Felice and Patricia, all said much the same, that it was slightly bitter with a chalky aftertaste, and Janey explained that as my milk ca me in properly, the taste would soon change. Julie jumped back on my lap as soon as Patricia had tasted me, and was still there as they went out to the pool. Janey then stated that I should ask Julie about tomorrow with Michelle, so we both sat down and told her all about it. Julie was hopelessly excited, and more than wanted to be a part of it. I told her that tomorrow, she would play a big part, but had to do as I said to ensure that Michelle wasn't hurt too badly. That was when Andrea came back, saying that the trouble at the retail park involved a crane that was doing some final shifting, and had collapsed, causing a lot of damage, which as Gaston had screamed at the sit manager wasn't a problem. It was the two people it killed and the 20 or so that were injured. I asked if it was Gaston's crane, and Andrea said, that all machines like that were usually hired in from specialist companies, but, as it was Gaston and Claude's biggest project yet, they were both appalled at what had happened. I picked up my phone, and sent a text to Gaston simply saying that 'Andrea had told me what happened, be careful, I'll keep my phone with me for if you are able to talk anytime'. There wasn't really anything else I could say about it, as I didn't know the facts. That night was a bit of a downer in many ways, Gaston did call and tried to apologise for dashing off, but I shushed him up, as it was far from his fault. We hung up and I joined the others outside. Andrea decided to scoot off, as she had things still to do for Claude, and once she was gone, we ordered in pizza for us, but because of the picnic and the full breakfast, only got through one and a half of the three ordered. That night we all played and slept in the same bed, with David making love to me for the first time in a week, and it felt so right to have the father of my baby inside me again. Julie was suckling my nipples, and wasn't going to be stopped no matter what, and that is how we all ended up sleeping, close, together, holding each other, hands clasping. All 6 of us in one bed.

Come the morning, it was up for breakfast and to see Felice off safely to work with a good breakfast, and the knowledge that here, there are people that love her for the great person she is. I mentioned to Patricia and Janey that I was worried for Felice, as it seemed her job could soon be going. I told Patricia, what had been on my mind concerning her styling abilities, that on at least one day a week, she should set a stall in the square, similar to some of the would be artists, and instead of waiting for someone to come to her for a makeover, she should get likely looking customers, and do them for free. Now messing, just pick someone who looks as if she would be the sort that would pay for a makeover, and do it for free, and making sure she went away with your card. And that she could even use Janey, Andrea and I as models, with photo's of the full works of hair and makeup. Even Julie too would be good to show for the rich couples daughters. We could even probably do the 'before and after' photo's that should convince people how good you are. As I told her, just a few regular clients, her name gets out, and it could be a busy time for her. At 10 that morning, I took Julie to town and bought her a dress I had seen, a pretty party style dress that I felt would look good for that evening. I also bought her a skirt and top, where the skirt would be too short, and both skirt and top, too tight. A new pair of black shoes with little kitten heels completed the look in my minds eye. Next, was a little food shopping, and all was complete. Back home I selected our underwear. The idea being, a two tier surprise for Michelle. Once all was chosen and placed in a holdall, Janey, using the Jaguar, dropped us off at Michelle's house about 2pm. Once inside, Julie and I got ready for cooking all the food for tonight's meal, then came the bathroom. I had bought some scented candles with us, red ones to contrast with the light and airy ceramic tiling that Michelle had in there, and found a huge red towel to cover the window with, she had blinds, but they matched the whole bathroom, and I wanted a different atmosphere. I set all the candles around the bath and on the glass shelf above the washing sink, so that the flames would be reflected in the mirror, thus turning 4 flames into 8. In the bedroom cabinet, besides the bed, I found the riding crop, cuffs and cords neatly packed away. I took these, and laid the cuffs on the same shelf as the 4 candles. The 4 cords, I placed on the table, by circling them around a flowered centrepiece, with the crop, a nice contrast on the white and gold tablecloth, and the white and gold of the centrepiece bowl. At 4.30, we were ready for it all, and as I sat with a juice, Julie took it as her cue to attack my nipples, which, seeing as I love my nipples sucked, I didn't mind. At 5pm, I switched the cooker on, and did some last minute checks. There were some semi used candles in various candle holders, which I also placed in the bathroom and on the table. Then it was time to get Julie dressed. The one I had picked for her, was very similar to an 'Alice in Wonderland' style, and I matched this with the cute white ankle socks, that had lace trim at the tops, and a head band with matching coloured little flowers on it. The black shoes finished that outfit. With her rich dark hair, Julie looked a dream. I dressed again in a short pink plaid mini skirt, but this time, it was the hipster sort, with just a tiny 5 inch skirt from the hip band. A cupless bra in pink satin, with matching suspender belt, and pink stockings for me, along with black 4 inch heeled sandals. In Michelle's bedroom though, was a different matter. I had found a white blouse and white pleated mid thigh skirt. And laid them on the bed alongside white stockings and a white silk suspender belt. Also there on the bed was the too short skirt, and the too tight little vest top for Julie along with her little black satin and lace suspender belt, and a pair of little stockings with lace tops, that Janey had shortened by redoing the toe section. All was set. It was 10 minutes to 6, and I ran the bath, placing some of Michelle's scented oil in it. One minute to six, and the bath was done, Julie ran over for the last time what she had to do, and Michelle's car slowly drove to the door outside.

The car door clicked shut, and Michelle set the alarm, which we heard by the 'beep, beep', and as Michelle's heels tapped to the front door, Julie opened it wide, giving Michelle the view of a sweetly dressed little girl with a lovely smile welcoming her home. Julie held out her hand to Michelle, saying that a bath had been run for her, ready to ease her evening. Michelle took Julie's hand, and stepping inside I said that by the time she had bathed, dinner would be ready. I took Michelle's briefcase, and stood it by the hallway table, and then took her jacket from her into the bedroom. Julie led a very bewildered Michelle into the bathroom, and started to undress her. Each time Michelle tried to undo something, Julie gently slapped her hand away. Soon, Michelle was naked in front of Julie, who had her turn around, and gently stroke over the bruises from the riding crop. Julie then told Michelle to get in the bath, and just relax, which she did. Once her charge had been settled, Julie then got undressed slowly, shoes off, socks off, dress off, and Michelle gasped to see that Julie wore no knickers. Once naked, Julie turned slowly, showing herself off to Michelle, and then telling her to sit up a little, Julie climbed into the bath, sat behind Michelle, and gently pulled her back so that this grown woman's head was resting on Julie's chest. As soon as Michelle was settled, Julie took some soap in her hands and started to massage it into Michelle's titties, who then almost started to purr in delight. Julie rubbed those titties gently, slowly, splaying her hands and lightly flicking her fingers over the nipples, making them engorge even more, and now and then, pinching them gently. I left them to bathe like that so as to finish off the dinner of slowly cooked steak with steamed vegetables and a creamy peppered mushroom sauce. With a lemon torte and whipped cream dessert. Julie took her time washing Michelle all over, making her stand so Julie could pay attention to Michelle's pussy and bum. Because of Julie being Julie, I heard Michelle orgasm twice, and glancing in, saw that Michelle was having to hold on tight to the grab rail, to stop herself collapsing in the water. Once Julie was sure she had cleaned Michelle completely, she got out of the bath, wrapped herself in a towel, and then held a towel for Michelle herself, then again taking her hand, Julie led her into the bedroom where I was waiting. I had hidden Julie's clothes, so Michelle didn't see them, and together, Julie and I dried Michelle completely, and dressed her in the clothes I had laid out. As I was finishing Michelle's dressing, Julie brought in the cuffs. The reason I placed them in the bathroom, was to get some moisture into the leather. I set the cuffs to Michelle's wrists, and this time, the ankle cuffs I placed just above her knees. I then led Michelle out to the patio, and gave her a glass of juice, telling her to sit quiet, and we will be just a few minutes. Back to the bedroom so I could help Julie get dressed, and within minutes, she was standing there with her stocking tops on show, and the top so tight, her little nubbin nipples were also on show. With her shoes on, Julie helped me plate the food, and with her behind me I carried the try with our dinner plates on, while Julie carried the sauce. At the table, Michelle saw for the first time what Julie was dressed like, when the little minx stepped out from behind me. I thought Michelle was going to drop her glass and faint. With the table ready, I sat, and Julie, taking Michelle's hand led her to her place. Michelle just stared and stared, then looked at me. I giggled and said to Julie that it looks like our nasty, perverted bitch has forgotten how to speak, and Julie replied that she'd bet that our bitch could scream though, and picked the crop up from the table to prove a point. Michelle groaned then, her forearms resting on the table, as she supported herself, while having her third orgasm, that this time coursed through her, without her being touched. I asked Michelle, "Are you alright there girl?" and she replied, "Yes Miss Carole, I'm just so unsure is all." I nodded and assured her that all is ok, and that tonight, SHE was going to have ALL her fantasies rolled into one. I started a conversation with Michelle that went like this:-

"I see Bitch, that you at least followed ONE of my last orders, and wore only stockings and suspenders for work, but, I told you to wear midthigh skirts. Not almost knee length ones. Isn't that true?" I asked.

"Yes Miss Carole, but the midthigh ones showed the bruises from the riding crop, and my staff would have seen them on my thighs." She replied.

"THAT girl, was of no concern to you. I gave an order, and I expected it to be carried out. You may now rest assured, that you will be punished tonight for that transgression. Is that clear, BITCH?" I retorted, and Michelle visibly shook, wondering what was to be her punishment.

"Yes Miss Carole, I apologise for disobeying you, I was just so unsure." was her meek reply.

"Unsure? Have you looked in a mirror of late girl? I bet you have your tops opened in the office to tease your staff with glimpses of your titties, don't you?" I put out.

"Oh no Miss Carole, I never do that, I do all I can to keep everything as professional as possible." She replied, shocked that she had been accused of such a thing.

"Mmm I bet though, that there have been more than a few time you have flashed your thong covered cunt at the office junior. Tell me the truth bitch, or I will thrash your bum until you pass out, can you HONESTLY tell me, that your office junior HASN'T seen up your skirt?" I was getting wet talking to her like this.

"I can't say that Miss Carole, I don't know for sure." was her reply.

"I thought so, you see Julie? I told you that she was a nasty, perverted bitch. She likes to look at little girls, and tries to see up their skirts and down their tops." "Yes Carole, she does seem as if she is that kind of person. I noticed in the bathroom that she was staring at my pussy slit and nipples when I undressed to help her bathe. AND as I was innocently washing her pussy, to make sure it was clean, she had two orgasms. I think she should be punished so hard, it would be difficult for her to sit comfortably." said Julie in answer. And Michelle sat there, her face as red and shining as a scarlet ribbon. I served the lemon torte, pouring a generous helping of whipped cream for all.

"Do you think Julie is right bitch girl? And that you SHOULD be punished hard?" I asked Michelle.

"Yes Miss Carole, Julie is right." Michelle had made the mistake that she had been led into. Julie, as quick as a flash, picked the crop from the table, and flicked Michelle's titty with it, catching her nipple and making her gasp and flinch. Julie sat back down, resetting the crop on the table. Michelle was shaking hard, the shaking becoming more violent and suddenly, she let out a throaty growl as the sting on her nipple made her orgasm again. To give her credit, Michelle made no attempt to cover her titties, or to hold the pained one.

"So, pervert bitch, now that we have found out that you like your titties tortured, you may just find yourself unable to sleep with the bruises on you tonight. Do you hear me?" I teased.

"Y,Yes, Miss Carole, I hear you. And I apologise Miss Julie, I forgot myself." Michelle was as contrite as she could be, but Julie wasn't finished.

"But, you'll not forget me after tonight bitch, by the time we have finished with you, you'll remember me for ever." Was Julie's reply. And Michelle pee'd herself, as her bladder released onto the patio flagstones. Her face reddened, and she cried, real tears, of shame.

I then said to Julie that we will now go inside, as with the dinner over, it would get chilly out here, and also that this dirty, perverted slut that has pissed herself, and wet her nice clean clothes. That is ANOTHER reason to make sure she is punished. I then addressed Michelle, "You, the dirty, pissing slut bitch, clear the table, and place all the dirty items by the kitchen sink." And Julie and I stood, and went into the living room. Michelle followed with the used dishes, making two journey, the soaking wet back of her skirt sticking to her thighs. Her face stayed red for quite a while, as once she had stacked the sink drainer, I again sent her out for the crop and cords, telling her that as a dirty dog, there is only one way for her to carry them back in. Michelle walked to the table, took up the cords and crop, put them between her teeth, and walked back indoors, closing the patio door behind her. She stood in front of me, and I told her to kneel on the carpet. Once she had done that, I reached out, and took the crop and cords from her. I asked Julie if SHE thought we should start this dirty bitch's punishment now, to make sure she understood her nastiness and mistakes. Julie thought a while, and said yes, she should be made fully aware, that this sort of behaviour will NOT be tolerated. I had Michelle stand, and called her to the heavy wooden coffee table in the centre of the seating area. I ordered her to remove her skirt, and placing a pillow on the table had her lay face down on it. As she positioned herself, I mad sure the cushion was between her hips and the edge of the table to stop her being injured. Then I pulled her knees to the floor, and using the ring in the cuffs, secured her knees to the table leg.

I then tied the cords to her wrist cuffs, tying her wrist to the table legs at the other end. Now, she was stretched out harshly on the table, at our mercy. I spent two hours, showing Julie how to make each strike on Michelle's bum, and teasing her by softly at first, stroking the struck areas, and then squeezing. Again and again, we took it in turns punishing her round globes, and leaving fresh marks. We were very careful not to allow any of the welts to overlap. After virtually covering her entire bum with angry fresh welts, we started on her thighs. Not just the backs of them either. The insides too, although I took charge of the striking, leaving Julie to do the caressing. Michelle made no sound asking for mercy, and with the strikes and squeezes, I counted out, that she orgasmed a total of 11 times. I released her hands from their bound place, and had her, remaining tied by the knees, keep her back straight, and tied her hands behind her back. That took one cord, securing her wrists and forearms. Then I tied her elbows and pulled them tightly together forcing her titties to just out further, and unprotected. I then untied her knees from the table legs, and had her knee walk close to the settee that Julie and I would sit on. I then moved the cuffs from her knees to her ankles, using one cord to secure them together. The final cord I tied to the uppermost cord wrap securing her elbows, and lead it down tightly to her ankles. She was now immobile, with her titties exposed and unprotected. Sitting with Julie, I asked Michelle if she was sure, that from now on, she would follow our orders of what to wear, how to dress, and to act respectfully. She nodded and said that she would, that she would wear mid thigh skirts from now on, and ignore the fact that others would see the marks she now carried on her thighs. I told her that she was a good girl for saying that, and even more of a good girl, if she carried it out. She promised that she would, and then asked, how she should address us if we were all to meet somewhere. I thought about it, and looked at Julie. Then I said that she was to address us as she did here. Her face showed her horror at that decision, so I added that, if she transgressed from that, then even in the town square I would take her over my knees, pull her skirt up, and in public, thrash her bum mercilessly. And did she now understand THAT? Her answer was to lower her head, saying Yes Miss Carole, I fully understand, and I know I would deserve it too. I reached out with the crop, using it to tickle her nipples to full erection, and as her eyes closed, I struck each nipple a stinging blow, just to make a point, and I told Julie, that they were the last blows Michelle would receive that night. At my asking, Julie undid the bonds, securing Michelle's cuffs. I then had Michelle stand, and I removed the cuffs from wrist and ankle, and led her, stiff legged to the bathroom. There I stripped her stockings and suspender belt off, placed her wet skirt and top in the wash basket with them, and taking a warm wet wash cloth, cleaned her all over. I then led her by the hand to her bedroom. Julie turned off the living room light, and came in too. Michelle was puzzled, and I said that we would now tuck her up in bed. With us. And with that, I removed my blouse and skirt, and slipped off my shoes. I then helped Julie to get her top off, and again, Michelle started to shake, then off came Julie's skirt, and shoes. I then had Michelle kneel, and I straddled her face with my open legs, pushed her head back slightly, and told her to swallow. I then slowly pee'd in her mouth, and she swallowed it all down. Once I had finished and she had licked me clean, it was Julie's turn, Michelle had her eyes closed, and trembled in ecstasy as she drank down Julie's pee. Once finished, Julie jumped onto Michelle's bed and crawled under the covers. I helped Michelle to her feet and into her bed next to Julie, while I climbed in next to Michelle. Both Julie and I snuggled down either side of Michelle, and started to suckle her nipples, sucking, and softly nibbling her teats, tugging them out from her body. With this play on her titties, and both of us using our fingers on and in her pussy, Michelle orgasmed 3 more times, until Julie asked her to lick her pussy and make her cum. Michelle was in heaven at this request, and immediately eased herself between Julie's thighs and started to lick, suck and tease her pussy, making our little nympho cum over and over again. Then it was my turn to receive their attention. Michelle started licking my pussy, but I manoeuvred her to lay on her back, while I straddled her face and buried my head between her thighs. Julie laid over close, and started to suck my nipple as Michelle and I lapped and sucked on each others pussies. Eventually, as before, it all became too much for Michelle, and she again passed out completely. Julie and I made her comfortable in the middle of the bed, and snuggled up on either side of her, just as she came round. I shushed Michelle, calming her, and comforting her, Julie and I just softly licking and sucking gently on her nipples, and we all three fell asleep like that, until Michelle's alarm sounded at 6am.

 

Chapter17

I woke to the sound of the buzzer, and reached out switching it off. I helped Michelle from her bed, and she was so sore and bruised. Being true to form, of a hardworking businesswoman, Michelle was determined to go to work. Julie got up then as well, and we helped Michelle shower and dry. Going through her wardrobe, she truly did select midthigh skirts, with her suspender belt and stockings, and yes, the bruises showed nicely, and, that there was no way they could have been caused in any other way, than for her to have been spanked and whipped during sex play. I also gave her a final order that morning, and I was determined that she would carry it out, on penalty that, I WOULD check up, and that if ANY of her staff asked what the marks were from, she was to give them my phone number. Michelle was absolutely horrified, but, said she would do it, once I had assured her that Julie's involvement would NOT be mentioned. I asked her if she would then drop Julie and I off home, and she not only readily agreed, but even told me to keep the key, asking if we could do it again. Kissing her, we both said that we wanted to, as we both enjoyed it very much, because she, Michelle was a very good girl. While Julie and I were finishing off packing our stuff, I saw Michelle place two envelopes in my bag. At home she dropped us off at the door, both Julie and I kissing her deeply a fond farewell, and Julie? She knelt on the front passenger seat, lifted her skirt to show she had no knickers on, took hold of Michelle's hand and guided her ring finger into her pussy, working it in and out. Now Michelle had a memento to suck on her way to work. As Michelle drove out of the drive, I called Julie a total tart, and she said she had wanted to do it as Michelle was nice and made her cum 4 times. Indoors, Janey had come downstairs on hearing Michelle's car drive in, and had the coffee on the go. She poured a mug for me and one fro herself, and asked how it went. We left nothing out. Explained all that we did from arrival to leaving. Janey was enthralled by it all, and when we told her about Julie's parts she shook her head, saying that she now had a whore for a daughter, and a whore for a lover, but that both were very high class whores. We all laughed together and cuddled on the settee, and I reached for my bag, and extracted the two envelopes. They had our names on them. I handed Julie hers, and opened mine. 20 thousand Francs. Julie opened hers, and the same, 20 thousand Francs. I told Julie as I kissed her, that she was now, officially, a fully paid whore. A prostitute. A girl who had sex for money. She grinned, nodding her head, and said yeah, and that she wanted to do it again too. I told Janey that Michelle asked if we could both go again like that, and I added that Michelle actually seemed to want me there with Julie too. Janey said that as long as Julie isn't on her own, then she doesn't see why not. Julie kissed and hugged her mother like a mad thing, totally happy with what had happened. Janey asked how much that was in pounds, so I got the converter out, and passed it to her. She tapped the number in, and sat there aghast. Over 2 and a half thousand pounds EACH. Michelle had happily paid well over 5 thousand pounds for a night of domination and sex. I sent Gaston a text asking if he got there ok, and, if he was safe. I also put in the text that he was NOT to call, unless he had real time to do so, as I understood his concern, for the injured and bereaved. He called back before I even had the chance to put the phone down again. He and Claude would be back Friday afternoon, and the party would be at the usual time of 8pm, but, that he would like ME to be there early as his Hostess. Of course I agreed, and he said he would pick me up at 4-5pm.

Patricia, Felice and David came down then, with only Felice ready and dressed for work. We ate a light breakfast, and I let Julie tell them all that happened, as she was so excited. Felice whisperingly asked me if it was easy to do the dominatrix bit. I told her that it was for me, and even Julie got into the swing of it quickly. I asked her if it was something she liked the sound of, and was very surprised to find that she knew a lot of women that craved and looked for that sort of pleasure. Even Janey looked surprised, while Felice said that for some reason, because the town had an 'Adult Products' shop in it (with word getting around about the bondage implements), many women came from all over the place, just to see. Janey took one look at me, raised her hands in the air, and said that, I now had the cogs turning in my head. I nodded and said that yes, if people wanted to pay for that, then so be it. Felice left for work, and as I sat with my second coffee, my phone rang again. The male voice introduced himself as Alain, saying he worked for Michelle, as an IT support staff member, and had asked Michelle about the marks on her legs, and she had given him this number to call and get and answer. I asked him if he was in Michelle's office with her, on their own, with no-one else able to see. He replied yes, so I told him to tell Michelle to turn her back to him and lift her skirt at the back so he could see. I heard him tell her, and then he gasped. I then said that I put those marks there, but, that if anyone else tried to touch her, or deride her in any way, then I would come down to the office, and that person or persons would have the same marks ALL over their bodies. I said that I did it, because Michelle had been a naughty girl, and that now, she was a good girl, and more importantly, MY girl. I hung up then. I smiled, imagining Alain standing there with a hard-on at what he had seen, and the connotations that were probably running through is head. My next caller was Andrea, saying that she had been called by Madame F about the dresses, and wished us to view the first cuts and stitches, and that she would pick me up in about 20 minutes. Just time to dress freshly. I opened the door to Andrea, called to the others that I would be as quick as I could, and Andrea drove us there. The cuts looked fabulous. Madame F had cut the patterns out, and lightly stitched all the panels together on dummies to check measurements. Just imagine a corset style, bodiced dress, of the 1950's, with lace petticoats, and lace panels under the bust material of twisted silk. To tell the truth, I wanted to take them with me then and there, I was that pleased. Madame F said that they should all be ready by next Tuesday, 12 in total, along with the 4 semi transparent ones to follow about Thursday. I impressed upon her the need to keep quiet about them to everyone else, and that I would see she got the cash Tuesday, to buy the material for the 'off the peg' items. As we left in her car, Andrea asked if I had thought of a name for the collection that was being made. Collection? Wow that was something. I thought and said to her that I was toying with the word RomAntique. As in, romance and antique. Sounds corny huh? But Andrea liked it, new designs based on a vintage style, that even today looked absolutely cute, sexy, and fun. We went for lunch at our usual bistro, by now, the owner welcoming us personally as we arrived. I told Andrea, that hats seemed out of fashion, and maybe a few styles would do well to. She asked me if I was really doing this as a proper business proposition or just to get some people worried. I replied that, everywhere we had gone since the gala dinner, we had people following us and taking notes on all we had bought, and the fact that us two had been seen together as friends so much. Couple that, to some people actually copying the hairstyle that Patricia gave me for that night, AND that some girls even tried to get items similar to ours in one way or the other, then maybe, just maybe, she and I could get a laugh out of others trying to copy more of our things. And, if they were willing to pay, well!

I had made up my mind, that I wanted the shop Felice was still working in. Complete with all the former and present stall holders, as I believed it could work really well with some commitment, and a redesign. However, I wasn't yet prepared to 'go public' with my ideas, for fear of the current owner restarting it. Felice though, had given me the numbers of all the stall holders, past and present, and the suppliers of the lingerie and toys. It was a start if things panned out. I was more aware of the fact that we were now half of the way through our summer sojourn, here in this lovely part of the world, than some may have thought. Indeed, I had dreaded yet needed to tell my father of things I felt ready to do. Not about Gaston! Oh no, about making this, my home. Staying here, and not returning to my college tuition. The news about Gaston? I knew, that as long as I was treated right, my father would have no problems as to Gaston's age. In fact, I knew he would have no problems were I to fully live with a woman either, as long as I was happy, healthy, and loved. It was the staying, that would be so hard to tell him about. Friday afternoon, at 3.25pm, Gaston arrived at the house. His usual exuberance, curtailed a fair bit, by the happenings of the past week, I was more than happily surprised, when instead of his usual taking my hand and kissing my cheek in greeting, he actually held me in his arms. Just standing there, holding me. This felt deeper too. Things were changing all around. He insisted that we all went to his house with him right then and there. Grab all your clothes needed for tonight, get in the cars, and just come. Yes, the events of the past week had affected him deeply, and now, he had a need to have people, life, around him. I'm glad he felt this need to have US around, I hoped it was going to mean something more than special. David, mentioned about Felice not being there, and that she wouldn't know what had happened, he didn't think it right that she came home to find an empty house. So, while the others got their things together, I having had mine ready for hours, we two set off for Felice's workplace. There, we found her and what was left of the staff coming out of the door, for what they thought was the last time. Their selfish employer, hadn't even bothered to come to tell them herself. Not even Felice, who had known this person for some years had any warning, other than the dwindling, of stock and staff. This person had contacted the buildings owners, and declared the shop closed, and that rents would no longer be paid. They in turn, to protect their building, had sent their own agents to make the place secure. There was of course Felice, plus 7 other girls, I was fuming that someone could be so callous, not even having the good grace to inform these girls of their fate. Just allowing them to find out, on the day the building was secured. I asked all of the girls for their contact number, telling them that it was 'in case a plan I had, came together'. From the owners agent, I acquired the phone number needed, and Felice came home, in her car. All things were packed quickly, and with Felice and Janey driving the Jaguar and Renault, we all arrived at Gaston's home, just as the caterer's were setting up a marquee. Looking around, I asked Gaston how many guests he was expecting. He laughed saying that it was just the usual number of 24, all who had been together since school and college days, known as 'the group' with their respective companions, plus 2 older, single gentlemen, who normally attended this monthly function. Following my gaze to the marquee, he explained, that was for the caterers to store their things, and as a sort of staff/changing room. The function would be in the combination of dinning room and patio, with the main buffet inside. The room next to Gaston's own bedroom was assigned our changing room, he saying that he didn't believe a male and female room would be needed, and that remark being agreed on by us all. He then led us all down stairs, for coffee and pastries, as 8pm, was still away off. As we sat, he said I hadn't asked him anything more about his week away. I just looked at him and stated my thoughts, that he would tell me, what, and when, he wanted. He was back. He was safe. I was happy. I felt awkward having spoke my mind, I knew that along with Gaston, I was being looked at in odd ways by the others. I sipped my coffee, and ate a pastry.

The night was quite an event. Janey was being seriously hit on by one of the two older gentlemen Gaston had mentioned, and I was surprised, that Felice and Patricia, were NOT hit on. Both were very pretty, lovely figures, and the way Patricia had worked her magic, all 5 of us looked totally stunning. I buttonholed Gaston, and mentioned this. That Janey had immediately been collared by one of his older guests, ok, I understood the reason for that at least, but that Felice and Patricia were being left alone? I couldn't understand. Taking my a arm, he turned me to the room, and patio, asking me to really look. I was still puzzled, and then he told me, all the males of the group had been told by himself and Claude, that Felice and Patricia were with David. I thought hard now. And yes, I was now noticing the way, that a certain few were even including David in their conversation, particularly when chatting about football, and even angling, 2 favourites of David's. I told Gaston, someone had better warn Felice and Patricia, to make sure they didn't think it was because they weren't 'the right sort', so off I went. The night ended beautifully, everyone leaving by midnight, Janey with a date for the next night, Julie, fast asleep already in the bedroom next to Gaston's, and all of us tired. Even then, I said to Gaston that there were things I needed to say. Once we were alone, I took a deep breath, and told him. That I was worried of the things that could be said to embarrass him concerning the baby I was carrying, my desire and indeed, intent to now stay, and hopefully implement some plans I had. And about my Dominatrix events with both Anais, and Michelle, and the fact that I had so enjoyed it. The look on his face when told about that part, was almost pure incredulity. He poured us both a last glass of wine, sat with me, and told me HIS thoughts. Firstly, he said, your plans and intent to stay. He was glad I wanted to stay and do something here, he told me that he had been seriously thinking of ways to convince me to stay, and even though cheered by these words, I couldn't help wondering if the baby would put him off. He wanted, of course to know more of my plans, and I said that I had left my books at home, so that would wait till the morning. That was ok by him too. Of the baby, he then shocked me, by his words, saying that as I had told him about the baby, and that he knew from the very first that I wasn't trying to harm him with it in any way, he wanted me to be with him even more. He had decided, while away this week, to talk seriously with Janey, David and I about it, and see what agreement could be forthcoming. And then about the dominatrix bits. He asked if I wanted to carry on like this, and I admitted that in many ways yes I did. I mentioned that it was something I had been combining in my plans about the shop, the dominance thing, the whole BDSM scene that some thought was here. And he laughed. He pulled me onto his lap, laughed, and told me to go for it, in the biggest way possible. But, he insisted that he wanted to be of as much help as he could, and with whatever I needed. Tomorrow, I said, I'll go through ALL of it with you, showing what I had designed for the start. I then told him, 'to take me to bed, and fuck me silly to make me sleep."

We never tried to get home that night, purely because of the wine we all had. David and Julie of course excepted, and as soon as we woke and showered, Gaston asked us if we could go back to our house, because he would love. both the normality of everyone running around as we did there, and one of Janey's breakfasts. It could only have been 15 minutes after we had showered, when we were back home, not even bothering to dry off properly or even brush hair. We just grabbed our stuff, and went. At home, David and Julie immediately stripped completely, and jumped in the pool, with Felice and Patricia close behind. In order to be as undisturbed as possible, Gaston asked for us to sit in the living room while he went through my plans and the drawings. With the business plan, I had used black ink, and slowly Gaston read through it, almost devouring it. Then, with a pencil, he made just a few comments and remarks of things, and then asked me, if I had run a business before, because if this was my first attempt, he would be more than surprised. I giggled, almost uncontrollably, and told him of my fathers business, and reminded him that I had been doing an accounts study. We then went through my drawings, of what I had in mind for a shop utilising all that was originally at Felice's place of work, but with extra's. This incorporated all 4 floors of the building, two of which, Felice's former employer never used. There was a basement that Felice assured me, was the full size of the shop. That, I had drawn as a complete, fully self contained seamstresses workshop, with storage for cloth, cutting tables, and machinist's stations. The ground floor was all surface clothing, consisting of dresses, skirts, tops and coats, with a millinery, and separate shoe area. The next floor up, was laid to lingerie, of all different kinds, corsets, bra, brief and suspender sets, separates and bags, hosiery and bangles. The top floor, accessed ONLY past a uniformed concierge, and clearly to be marked as an 'Over 18s' area, was set out to the stalls for the 'erotica'. Gaston enthused over the division of that adult area, and especially the inclusion of the uniformed concierge, saying that it would give the licensing authority a great deal of confidence that minors would be kept separated from it. I had of course, shaded areas on each floor, to be set aside as toilets, changing rooms, staff rooms etc. I even had a completely separated stairway to the roof, with no chance of access to the top floor, where I envisioned, if the opportunity arose, of an open air coffee/tea garden for both customers and staff. Gaston asked me, if he could take my plan and drawings with him to show his advisors on Monday. He assured me that they had a certain experience of providing advice with regards retailing. Excited now, at a prospect of pure dream having a chance at substance, I readily agreed. I had even included in the written plans, the intention of a large website, that also asked for young, designers to offer their designs, for making into reality, whether clothing, footwear, or jewellery. He also impressed, that the dresses from Madame F should NOT be exposed, until such time as I was truly ready to either open as a full on business, or was fully prepared to have it all photographed, and stolen by mass manufacturing, to be released to the high street. I took him to visit Madame F, and with Gaston explaining certain things with regards copyright etc, we both agreed that the made items of clothing were to remain hidden. For now. All of that Saturday and Sunday passed in a flurry of excitement, more planning, dissecting plans, bringing Felice and Patricia in, to be involved with everything, and with Claude and Andrea, being told by Gaston to come over on Sunday, and bring their 'thinking' heads with them. Monday, Gaston took the plans and drawings to see his advisors, and I, telling everyone my need for a certain privacy, called my father.

 

Chapter 18

Daddy was stunned, to say the least. But being the man he was, he listened, without shouting, to all I had to say. He questioned me, listened to my answers, and between us, we spent over an hour on the phone. His overall demeanour changed considerably to his first reactions, once I told him that Janey was still with me, and, that my decisions were my OWN, uninfluenced by others, except Gaston. Or rather my own growing feelings. And, upon being told that I also had business plans here, he only ASKED me for one promise, that before ANY final commitments, I would bring Janey, Gaston, and all concerned for a visit that would prove to him, I was sure, and fully prepared for all in front of me. I promised that it would be within the very soonest, next few weeks, as wheels were already in motion. Once we had hung up our phones, I felt drained, beyond anything I had felt before. I made coffee, taking the whole pot outside, with cups and cream for all. Janey took one look at me, and almost screamed, ran to take the tray from me, and asked what had happened. I sat, assuring her, and now the others that all was ok, and better than I expected, that it was just the strain of telling my father, my plans, and desires, especially about staying here, and Gaston. Ahhh she replied, that's something that would do it. She poured the coffee, when I told her, that I would also very much want her, David and Julie to stay too, as apart from the language, and they were both learning fast, the schools here were as good, if not better than at home. Janey was silent for a while, then said that at least, we had another 2 and a half weeks to decide yet. I explained to her all that I had been dreaming about, involving also her, her lovely children, who I hoped she realised I loved almost as though they were mine, and more. About our involvement with Felice and Patricia, Claude, Andrea, Madame Franny, and Gaston. We took our little group for lunch at the bistro, noticing that both mine and Felice's attention were drawn continually to the shop, now standing there with no sign, and no life. Janey hugged me, telling me that she just knew I was going to do something great with it. I smiled at her, and agreeing that I WANTED to, at least, try. We ate meats and cheeses, with breads, and salad, drank tea and juices, then walked round the market, replenishing our supplies, again opting for delivery of it all. I stopped at the bakery and asked for our total bill so far, paid what was owing, and asked for the deliveries to continue still. My phone rang, and on answering, found it was Michelle, she was asking if I could and would, arrange another night for her to be 'pampered', as she put it, and saying that I was out shopping, if she could give me 30 minutes, I'd call back from home. Excitedly, I told Janey only at first, and she giggled with quick glances to Julie skipping along holding Felice's hand. Back home, with a nod from Janey, I told Julie about my phone call, and her eyes lit up. I called Michelle, and ensuring she was alone told her to masturbate, then I started to talk about what we had done that last time we were together, and that Julie also wanted to meet her again. I listened to her orgasm, right there in her office, finally saying that she should make sure she was home by 6pm again tonight, which she immediately agreed on, and also saying, that a client of hers, had also mentioned the marks on her legs, but hadn't been offered my number for reasons that Michelle would explain tonight. I told her that I understood her method. Michelle then said that there would be no need to cook tonight, as she wasn't going to work tomorrow, and wished to take us for dinner, after her bath. I reiterated, 6pm, no sooner, no later. And hung up. I then called Gaston to let him know, and he said not to tell him too much, as it would turn him on, and he would need to come and see Janey if that happened, and I wasn't around. I told Janey there and then what he had said, making sure Gaston heard, and then looking Janey in the eye, I told Gaston him to come and see Janey anyway tonight, and in the morning, I'll tell him all that went on with Michelle. He said he would. I placed my arms around Janey's neck, pressing my pussy into hers, and whispered so only she could hear, "Gaston fucked me in my bum the night of the gala dinner, maybe tonight, he will do the same to you." I then giggled and let her go, her flushed face and flustered manner telling me she had never done that with a man before. Julie and I packed our dresses and undies for the night, and leaving David, Felice and Patricia together, Janey took us back to the town, where I bought fresh candles, to place around the bath, and then to Michelle's home. Julie and I got things ready, and once all was done, we sat on the swinging settee, and Julie did what she always loved to do, she suckled my titties. I cuddled her, and slowly put my hand up her skirt, to find her with no knickers, as seemed usual these days, and slowly fingered her pussy, using my thumb to tickle over her clitty. I never allowed her to cum, just took her to her peak, and held her there for ages. I rubbed, then stopped, massaged her G spot inside her little pussy, and stopped, found the round ring of muscle that was her cervix, and massaged that, then stopped. Nearly an hour I kept her like that, Julie was trembling in my arms, her knees drawn up and wide apart. She was bouncing her little bum up and down, grunting, trying to get my finger to make her rush over the peak I was keeping her at. Then I did it, I pushed two fingers into her tight little pussy. This stretched her open, my ring finger now massaging her cervix, and my index finger, pressing against the front of her pussy and just under her bladder. Her scream was at first muffled in my titties, her shoulders pressed onto my thighs, feet placed flat on the cushions and her little body arched high in orgasm as her mouth lost contact with my nipple, and her scream, gasps and panting loud to my ears, on Michelle's patio. As she calmed in my arms, I kissed her eyes, her nose, her lips, then seeing her smile again, I gently offered her mouth my nipple, and sat nursing her to my breast, feeling my milk flow into her sucking mouth. I was jolted from the feeling of peace, and love for the little nymphet in my arms when my phone sounded out an incoming call. It was Anais. She had called to ask if that was me on Michelle's patio, and telling her it was, as I was awaiting her arrival home, she said that Michelle had told her all that had happened, including with Julie as well, saying that Michelle was truly lucky all round. Philippe being back now, had no idea of Anais' liking for being spanked, and she also wanted it again. But Anais was worried of Philippe finding out, and also of her lusting for young pussy, AND young cock. I said that she and I should meet for lunch one day soon to discuss it further, and she readily agreed. We hung up then, and I stopped Julie suckling me, saying it was now 5.45, and should be getting Michelle's bath ready. This we did in record time, and with us both naked, we were waiting just inside the front door, as Michelle pulled into her drive.

Because the road outside Michelle's home was a very quiet private one, leading only to the houses on the cliff, I and Julie opened the door, and both walked out to greet her together naked. I hugged her to me, kissing her deeply, and the instant I broke that kiss, Julie leapt into her arms, and kissed her in a manner that signified she wasn't going to stop too easily. I took Michelle's briefcase from her, and guided her, carrying Julie in her arms, to the front door, with my hand up her skirt, and a finger prodding her anus. Once inside, I put down the case, closed the door, telling Julie to take her toy into the bathroom, undress her, and I'd be back to join them in the bath. Having been lowered to the floor, Julie took great pains ordering her toy to do her bidding, taking Michelle into the bathroom, swiftly undressing her, giving both her nipples a suck and a nibble. I was smiling at hearing her move swiftly into her own dominant mode, with Michelle answering with either a "yes Miss Julie" or a "no Miss Julie", depending on question or order. I walked into the bathroom then, with three glasses of white wine for us, to find that Julie had placed her toy, straddling the loo, she then ordered Michelle to pee softly, and with her toy complying, I stood and watched as Julie started to play with the stream of pee, covering her entire hand in it, and then ordering Michelle to lick her hand clean. Michelle groaned inwardly, moving her mouth to Julies hand, and doing as ordered. I sat in the huge bath sipping my wine, watching this, and softly rubbing my clitty. Julie then ordered Michelle to sit on the floor, straddled her face, and using her hair to pull her tightly to the 9 year olds pussy, and then Julie let her flow pee nicely into Michelle's mouth, allowing this woman to drink it all down. Having finished, this preteen nympho dominant, ordered her toy into the bath. There we sat for a while, Julie, then Michelle, who was leaning back, her head resting on the bath top, but being supported by Julie, who, at the same time was playing with Michelle's nipples, pinching and pulling them to make her flinch and gasp. Then I sitting with Michelle's legs wither side of me, while I slowly worked her open pussy with three fingers, feeling her innermost muscles flinching and rippling on my fingers. We sipped our wine, enjoying the closeness of each other, and then Julie and I soaped Michelle, then each other, rinsed all three of us of the soap, then, taking soft fluffy towels, dried each other for dressing. Julie was dressed in one of her pretty party dresses, and I clipped a suspender belt to her waist, then helped her set her pink stockings to the clips. I dressed in my white loose topped mini-dress, also with only a suspender belt to hold white silk stockings. For Michelle, Julie and I had already chosen a red, tight fitting mini-dress, with only a red silk and black lace suspender belt and black stockings. Julie wore her kitten heels while both Michelle and I wore 5inch stiletto heeled shoes. Once dressed, we got into Michelle's car, and drove to a restaurant just outside of town. Arriving, Michelle parked right outside the door, and I knew for certain that Julie, had still to master the manner of getting out of a car, without showing a great view up her skirt. So I was able to place myself between her and the window just in time. Inside we were sat at a lovely table, where we were able to observe all the comings and goings within. This was a busy little restaurant, with families and couples in and out. The food was delicious, and the evening flew by. Once back in the car, Julie had other ideas. She ordered Michelle to remove her dress, and pass it to her. Once she had the dress, Julie said that she felt like a walk along a beach, so ordered Michelle to find one. The beach was a fair distance away from the town, and Julie ordered Michelle out of the car. They walked along hand in hand until Julie ordered her to turn round back for the car. Michelle was breathing raggedly, obviously never having exposed herself before to possible public gazes, and back in the car seemed to sigh happily about being hidden once more.

Back at Michelle's, Julie told me she wasn't happy that there was no-one around for her to show her toy off to, and stated that Michelle would be punished for not taking her to a more public place. The cuffs were brought out, and Julie (with a little help from me) soon had her toy secured once more to the table. Holding the riding crop in her hand, Julie was walking around slowly, occasionally touching her toy over various parts of her body with the tag end, causing Michelle to flinch, wondering when, or where the crop would strike. Standing behind her toy, out of sight, Julie started to softly slap Michelle's pussy with the crop's tag. Each time, the stroke got harder, and harder, until at last she screamed in pain. Julie stopped, knelt close behind her, and softly stroked the stinging, tender area, while leaning in close, and with pursed lips, blowing along her pussy slit. Michelle's head lifted back, and she started to purr at this attention. Then Julie passed the crop to me. I started by quickly giving her 3 hard stinging strokes on each buttock, causing her to shriek loudly, and as I stopped, Julie stroked the welts that started to form with her left hand. With her right hand, Julie pushed three fingers inside Michelle's pussy, working them slowly in and out, all the while squeezing the bruising that was appearing. Every time Julie nodded to me, I struck Michelle's cheeks with the crop, while all the time, Julie continued fucking Michelle with her fingers. With her toys cheeks now red from about 8 strikes to each cheek, Julie inserted another finger, causing a deep throaty moan to come from Michelle. I continued with the crop strokes two at a time, one to each buttock, in between Julie's caresses and squeezes, when suddenly, after having received 14 strokes to each buttock, her bum fairly shining bright red from the punishment, Julie forced her entire 9 year old hand into Michelle's bruised and stretched pussy, making it into a fist, and ever so softly, just imparting a slight back and forth movement. Now, Michelle was shivering, trembling, shaking from head to foot. I'm sure that the most tortuous thing for Michelle, was that Julie and I never once spoke since starting this punishment. We were able to communicate with our eyes and by silently mouthing to each other, without Michelle knowing. Julie quickened her thrusting in and out of Michelle's pussy, until she was pulling her fist almost right out, then shoving it back all the way inside again. And she did to Michelle as I had done to her earlier. She held this woman at her peak of orgasm, each time stopping at the crucial moment, to deny her of the needed cum. Julie kept this up for far longer than I would have thought she could, until suddenly, she spoke for the first time, asking Michelle if she wanted her to really give her nasty perverted cunt a hard fistfucking. Michelle gasped harshly and groaned, practically screaming her begging reply to the question, "Fuck my cunt Miss Julie, PLEASE fuck my nasty cunt with your fist as hard as you wish. I love everything you do for me, please fistfucking me hard in my cunt." I was astounded that Julie had managed to elicit this response from Michelle, and Julie did indeed fistfucking Michelle. She started with slowly pushing ALL the way inside her pussy, almost driving the breath from Michelle, and then pulling back, so that her hand was only just inside, seemingly gripped at the knuckles. Again, back in, her toy's breath being 'whooshed' from her mouth by the pressure from her abuse. Out and in, faster and faster, Julie now sweating with her own exertions, and Michelle screaming her orgasms, not just two or three, I counted FIVE full cums, each one seeming to be stronger than the one before, until Michelle could obviously stand it no more, and as the sixth orgasm wracked her body, her bladder released completely, causing her to pee explosively all over Julie, whist screaming at the top of her voice, and then, without warning, she blacked out. Julie quickly took her hand from inside Michelle's pussy, and helped me to undo her restraints and cuffs. Then, while I got a cold wet wash cloth, she held Michelle gently as I applied this to her face.

It took a good full minute for Michelle to open her eyes, and another, almost 10 full minutes before she was even able to move from table to settee. Once we were sure that Michelle was coming round ok, Julie went to the bathroom, took off her wet clothes, and lay them in the bath with the shower head spraying cold water onto them. She then took another wash cloth, and stood at the sink to wash herself down. While Michelle sat there, recovering, I found a mop, and with some water and disinfectant, I mopped up the pee that had shot onto the floor tiles either side of where Julie had knelt. Michelle sat watching, her face red in embarrassment at what had happened. I finished and emptied the bucket in the utility room, rinsing it and the mop out, before refilling with water, adding more disinfectant, and leaving the mop to soak. By the time I had got back to Michelle, Julie had returned, and was sitting on Michelle's lap, cuddling her, and kissing her happily. Michelle, was holding Julie close, and in between kisses, was thanking Julie for all she had done tonight, and trying to apologise for peeing on her like that. Sitting with them, I lifted Julie's feet, placed them on my lap, and snuggled in with them. I told Julie that she was taking to the dominant acts very well, and listened as she replied that she indeed loved the way 'my toy' did as she ordered, so very well. We then went to Michelle's bed, first with Julie and then with me, peeing in Michelle's mouth, and having her drink all that we gave her. They both suckled my nipples, drinking my milk greedily, we licked each others pussies to further orgasms, both myself and Julie being penetrated welcomingly, but not touching the insides of Michelle again, allowing her respite from her torture. That night, we snuggled and slept close together, with Julie now latched onto Michelle's nipple for almost the entire night. In the morning, we woke to the sun shining brightly, and was shocked that it was now almost 10am. We showered and Julie and I dressed in clean clothes, Julie wearing a light summer dress, of pastel blues and reds, and the white suspender belt and stocking of her other lingerie set. I with an above the knee loose dress that held my titties firmly, and tented over my now continuously erect, and often leaking nipples, with a white silk suspender belt and white stockings. And Michelle. HER outfit selected by Julie. This was a REALLY short, cream, pleated miniskirt, that Julie had insisted on buying for Michelle, out of the money that Michelle had given her. Worn, it only JUST covered the cheeks of her bum. A white blouse, with the sleeves rolled up above the elbows, the buttons undone almost to the waist, and the bottom of the blouse, tied in a knot above Michelle's tummy button, and cream heeled shoes. To finish off the 'total slut' look, Julie secured the cuffs to Michelle's wrists and ankles. With NO bra, knickers or stockings, as Michelle walked around for Julie to see, the skirt wavered and twitched, showing quick glimpses of the very bottom of her bum cheeks, and the sight of the riding crop bruises that covered it. The marks from last Wednesday on her thighs were almost gone, and had to be looked for to be seen. When Julie ordered her to bend slightly at the waist, the skirt exposed, not only her bruised bum, but also her pussy that peeked from between her legs. Julie was happy at what she saw, and called her toy for a deep kiss as a reward. She then said that she was going to keep Michelle with her for a while, maybe even going to town for a snack at our favourite bistro. Michelle had a horrified look on her face at the thought of being paraded around for all to see, so Julie asked her if she was going to refuse to do what would please her. Michelle thought, while staring at Julie, then knelt in front of her, looked into Julie's eyes and said, "For you Miss Julie, I would do it. Exactly as you want." Julie smiled at that and kissed her toy. We then started to pack our stuff, and placed Julie's wet clothes in a plastic bag. Michelle went to her cupboard and taking two envelopes, placed them in my clutch bag.

 

Chapter 19

Michelle drove us home, with Julie going all 'little girly' asking me if mummy would mind her taking her new pet home. I replied that as long as she proved to her mother that she could control her pet adequately, and that her pet made herself useful, then POSSIBLY, she would be allowed to keep her for a little bit. Unknown to Michelle, I had texted Janey to listen and say nothing when her phone rang, and I had an open line now, so Janey was listening to our conversation in the car. I may have to punish my pet, if she pee's on the floor though Carole, said Julie, I agreed saying that her mother would punish HER if she didn't. And then I said, almost as if it were an afterthought, that her brother may very well wish to play with her pet, knowing how much he likes to have his cock in a pussy, and him being 11 years old, his cock is almost always hard and ready to fuck. At this, Michelle moaned softly, and had to stop the car, as she had started to tremble uncontrollably. I looked at this poor tortured woman, and smiled, then said oh yes Michelle, David loves to fuck any pussy that he can get his cock into, why do you think I'm pregnant, and Julie's own little pussy is open? That did it for her. Julie giggled loudly, and then gasped, as Michelle shook hard from head to toe, almost screamed aloud, and orgasmed, violently jerking her hips up and down on the car seat, while gripping the steering wheel so hard, her knuckles turned white. As she calmed, Michelle asked if Julie (not I) was really going to keep her for a while, and we both said together, oh yes, you're to stay a while with us. Then Julie asked her if she used any contraception, to which Michelle muttered that she didn't. Julie smiled at that, and said that it should be fun then, to see what happens. Michelle said nothing to that, just looked ahead, in thought. She looked at her legs, then at the steering wheel in her hands, and meekly asked, "Miss Julie, shall I continue to your home?" Julie answered that yes, she should, and Michelle started to drive again, even though breathing heavily. I hung up the phone then, only to receive a text within seconds, reading simply "BITCH". We pulled up at the front of the house, and I sadly noticed that Gaston's car wasn't there. Julie had to order her pet from the car, and once she was out, Julie ordered her to bend with feet apart, and straight legs. Michelle did as told, and Julie inserted her ring finger into a soaking wet pussy, making her pet groan, and forced that finger into Michelle's anus. Julie then ordered her to sand again, and guided her to the door. We went in, and the called out to the others who were all on the patio, to announce our arrival. I dumped our bags on the floor, and sent outside, and sat in a lounger. Janey had already prepped the others, and as Julie pushed her pet out to the patio, she beamed and introduced her pet to all, whilst still keeping her finger firmly placed for all to see. Is it ok for me to keep my slut close for a while please mummy, asked Julie, and Janey replied that it was ok, as long as the slut was well behaved, or it would be Julie that was punished. We all spoke about Michelle as if she were just a piece of property, and she stood silently shaking. Janey then told me that I had just missed Gaston, and that he had asked if I would call when I got home. I called there and then, and Gaston apologised, saying that he'd had a call about my plans for the shop and would be back with some advice and maybe an announcement. I told Gaston that Julie had brought her new pet home for a while to introduce her to everyone, and stated that sometime today, the pet would be further punished for a misdeed last night. He asked what it was, and I said that as the slut was being punished for one misdeed, she actually orgasmed so hard that she had pee'd, so forcefully, she had soaked Julie's clothes completely. Gaston almost burst himself laughing and said he would definitely love to see her punished for that. We said our goodbye's and I hung up. Janey asked Julie then, where her wet clothes were, and Julie told her that they were in a bag, on the kitchen floor, they had been rinsed, but she was now going to have her slut put them in the washing machine to wash properly. Janey looked at Michelle and said that she had better do it soon, to make sure the clothes didn't smell. Julie, using her finger, pushed her slut in the direction of the kitchen, and Michelle did as she was bid. Her face had been scarlet when Julie had brought her in, and when I told Gaston what had happened, I thought she was going to faint, as all the blood seemed to drain from her face. With Julie and Michelle in the kitchen Janey was almost wetting herself giggling, and I asked Patricia if she thought that she could do something like Julie was doing. Patricia replied that she would love the chance to find out, as she had never had the chance at all. Felice said that she felt she herself could also. Janey then said that it was an odd feeling, as she was now looking at a daughter, who had a pet that was older than her own mother. We all giggled about that, and David added that Michelle looked to be only JUST a bit older than his mother, and must have worked hard to keep in trim all the his mother did naturally. Janey was beside herself at his comments, thanking him profusely and smothering him in kisses, until that is, she saw him sitting there holding his thumbs up at us and giggling.

Just then, Julie brought her pet back out, having ordered her to first make fresh coffee for everyone, and then, sitting with me, she ordered her slut to serve us all our drinks. Obediently, Michelle set about doing as told, and much to David's delight, she had bent over, to pour the coffee right in front of his face almost. He looked round at us all with a huge grin on his face, and as Michelle poured out the last cupful, he ran his hand over her pussy, and slipped a finger inside her. Michelle jumped high, squealing in embarrassment, and looked as David placed the finger in his mouth and sucked it clean. He then said, hey sis, her pussy tastes quite nice, and Julie beamed saying that she also licks pussy nicely as well. Michelle was beside herself with embarrassment, unable to look any of us in the eyes, as she passed round the coffee. At Julie's order's she sat next to me, and Julie climbed in her lap, and started to play with her pets titties quite openly. Within a few short minutes, Julie had shuffled and snuggled, and was now, lain across Michelle's lap, suckling her nipple. I told them that at least with Julie having her own personal slut here, she was leaving our nipples alone, and we all giggled. Even Michelle smiled a little. I then told everyone a blow by blow account of all that had happened the night before, Michelle back to being red faced again, and Julie often breaking out in giggles on her slut's nipple. I had gently pulled Felice to my own nipple, and was sighing contentedly as she was easing the building pressure in my right titty. I felt each long, slow, hard suck, each exquisite press of her tongue, forcing my nipple against the roof of her hot mouth, the milk spraying from me into her mouth, and I heard, and felt her swallow. I held her to me, softly rocking her as I would a baby. David had now started to suckle Janey, she to had started to lactate with all the attention she had been receiving. Patricia moved over to the lounger with David and Janey, and to Michelle's surprise, took David's cock from his shorts and started to suck it right there in front of us all. Michelle groaned, shivered, and orgasmed at what she saw. Julie stood then, ordered her slut to stand with her hands on her head, and then asked a bewildered Michelle if she, Julie, had given her permission to have an orgasm. The reply was, "No Miss Julie, I'm sorry, but I couldn't help it, your mouth on my nipple was too overwhelming for me." That is no excuse answered Julie, and ordered her slut to bend over, feet apart, with her hands grabbing her ankles. Fearfully, Michelle did as ordered, and received 3 hard slaps on each of her buttocks from Julie. She jerked and howled as the slaps struck the raised welts on her bum, but never tried to stand, until Julie told her to. Every one of us had stopped what we were doing, and Julie ordered the slut to kneel on a lounger, with her head low, and her knees apart. She turned to her brother, and asked him very nicely if he would please fuck her pet sluts pussy, and see if he could make her squeal whenever his tummy slapped against her bum. David stood with his cock hard from Patricia's sucking, and knelt on the lounger behind Michelle. He took hold of his cock. Guiding it into Michelle's pussy, and starting off slowly, started to fuck her. Increasing his pace, his tummy was soon slapping Michelle's bruised bum, making her whimper aloud at each stroke. I signalled him with my hand in my hair, and he smiled, wrapped a huge hank of Michelle's hair around his fingers and hand, and started to really hammer into her pussy. Michelle, for being used as the complete slut she had become at Julie and mine's hands, shuddered and screamed as she reached orgasm, and David rammed his cock hard into her with his cock, shooting at least five full ropes of his sperm into the slut's pussy. Once David got his breath back, Julie encouraged him to stand at Michelle's head, and ordered her slut, to lick and suck her brother's cock clean. Michelle did exactly as Julie ordered her to do. In fact, Michelle was doing it so well and happily, that Julie commented that the slut seemed to like boys cocks as much as she liked little girls pussies. Michelle stayed red as we all giggled. Julie then had her slut sit on the edge of the lounger, and licked her pussy clean of David's sperm, showing the slut that she was openly swallowing all that her brother had deposited there. Then, Julie once again resumed her position of suckling her pets nipple.

Gaston walked round the side of the house and stopped to see Julie, suckling her pets nipple, and smiled, saying it all looked so sweet. Michelle couldn't even move her head to look at this new person, that had appeared, to witness her humiliation. He told me that he had a lot of news about things, and held a big folder in his hands, and moving into the house, asked me to follow. As soon as we entered the living room, I leapt on him, telling him that what had just happened, and having to tell everyone what had happened, I needed to be fucked. Fucked hard, fast and furious. Either here in the living room or in bed. I didn't care, I just wanted fucking as hard as possible. With my legs wrapped around his waist, he carried me upstairs, laid me on the bed, and just removing his shirt, and dropping his jeans to his knees, he slid his cock straight into my sopping wet pussy, ramming his cock into me as hard as he could. I had my legs wrapped around his back, and with a hand, I reached down, and as he pulled back, I slid his cock out of my pussy, and swiftly guided it to my bum hole. He lifted and looked at me, a smile on his face, and I screamed at him to "fuck my arse and use me as a fuck toy HARD." He started to ram his cock in and out of my bum hole, as hard and fast as he could. The pain at the top of my bum turning to the pleasure of a pent up orgasm, as I screamed, and came three swift times in succession, with the last cum, only ending, once he himself had shot his sperm into my bowels, and lay still within me. Even then, it took a while for me to calm down. Holding him tightly, with arms and legs, I giggled with him, telling him that I had so needed him to do that, and kissing his face all over. All of my muscles inside my tummy, pussy and bum, were rippling and twitching like mad, but I felt a lot better for what had happened. Gaston asked me if, I had felt turned on as much as that, whenever I had dominated a woman, and I told him that yes. It turned me on to the point that, if I couldn't have got a willing cock, I would have happily gone outside and raped some poor, unsuspecting passer by. He tenderly kissed my lips, slowly increasing the pressure, out tongues intertwining in a kiss of requited lust, that had now turned to a love, so strong and sensual, that his kiss took my breath away, and when he broke that kiss, I still lay there, eyes closed, unable to move. I even had to force myself to remember to breathe. It was that strong, and I was that overwhelmed. Gaston then told me, that I will have to continue being a Dominatrix, to women preferably, he intoned, so I can continue to reap the rewards. I smiled, happy, happier than a long time, at his words. I asked him softly, if that meant, he wanted me to fuck lots of women, and every time return to him to be fucked at his pleasure. He nodded, and said that if it was what I wanted, then he would happily be there whenever I wanted him. I looked into his eyes, and told him, that as far as I was concerned, he had better be with me every day, and to leave other girls alone, or he wouldn't be able to keep up with me. Asking if I truly meant that, and being told that I did, he then said that he would, the only make love, to me, and those I bring to our bed, or asked him to make love to. I held him tighter than ever, crying onto his shoulder for ages, until I calmed, and with great care, he withdrew from me, removed all of our clothing, and carried me to the shower, where we washed each other with tenderness and care.

Once out of the shower, clean and fresh, we dressed again, with me changing my clothes for a fresh dress, stockings and suspender belt. putting my shoes back on, we went then downstairs to the living room, and for some reason, I stopped at the bottom of the stairs, held Gaston's face close top mine, and said that I had meant every word I had said upstairs about wanting him close. He smiled, kissed me tenderly, and assured me, that he too had felt the same. Just then Janey, who had been listening, smilingly spanked us both on the bum, telling us to stop being so mushy, and then asking Gaston, how he had managed it again after last night. He smiled, and said that it was because of what I had said and done, and that if either of us did it again, then he would be dragging both of us back upstairs. She shook her head and said that she couldn't, because IF he remembered, she had a date tonight, with Bertrand. Oooh yes, that's right, and I admitted that I HAD forgotten, and that maybe she should start to get ready now. Janey smacked my bum again, calling me a bitch, and asking if I really thought she needed the next five hours, to get ready. For good measure, I put my finger to my lips and pretended to think. Another "bitch" and spank, and Janey shot past us giggling as I missed by a whisker, spanking her back as she rushed by. Gaston chuckled at our banter, and led me to the settee. As we sat, I remembered something that Michelle had said yesterday. I asked Gaston for 5 minutes, and sat back on the settee, leaning back and pulling his arm around me. I called Julie, and when she put her head around the door, I asked her, loud enough for Michelle to hear, to bring her slut in, as I wished to ask her something. Julie duly led Michelle into the living room, and as she stood there looking at me, I asked her about the client she mentioned, who had asked about the marks on her legs. Michelle was unsure, and looked from me to Gaston. I assured her that Gaston was of impeccable character, as otherwise he wouldn't be here. Reassured, she told me, that this client wanted to know about the marks, telling Michelle that she knew they were made by a riding crop. Michelle had explained that I was a dominatrix, and had made her feel good for the night, and, that I had ordered her to wear skirts short enough that people see. This client was enthralled, and wanted to know all the details, and after being told how I had made Michelle orgasm by whipping alone, had begged Michelle for my details. All Michelle would tell her, is what I looked like, and that I wasn't yet 17. However, Michelle promised her that she would get me to contact her, and thus decide whether or not to allow knowledge of my phone number. Well, Michelle had told me, and all I needed was this woman's phone number. Michelle swiftly dug her phone from her purse, and read me the number and her name, which I wrote down. I thanked her and promised to call her client as soon as I had finished with my business with Gaston. She all but curtsied, and said ever so sweetly, 'Yes, and thank you Miss Carole', and Julie led her back out again. Gaston looked at me, and asked if it was always like that when dealing with people who liked to be spanked. I replied that in all honesty, I had no idea, as Michelle was only the second woman I had done that with. He looked at the folder he had placed earlier on the table, and then back to me. Phone that woman, I'll be quiet, he said with a smile. I grinned wickedly, picked up my phone I dialled the number. I asked the woman who answered, if she was Elena, and she said she was. I introduced myself, using Michelle's recommendation, and she suddenly went all soft and compliant in her manner. I had switched the phone to speakerphone, so Gaston could hear as well. She stated that she would like to meet with me, with a view to her receiving 'corrective discipline', as she called it. I asked where she lived in relation to the town, and she replied that it was just outside the town to the north. She then asked if it was possible that I had available time that evening to pop over. Gaston smilingly nodded, so I replied that yes, I will be available, and that she was to text me her address as soon as we had hung up. I then told her how she was to be dressed, and that she was to greet me at the door, upon my arrival at 7pm. All was set. I then told Gaston about Patricia wanting to try to see if she could do it too. And so, I called her in, told her what was happening that night, and asked her if she wanted to come with me. Her eyes lit up, and she replied that she'd love to be there. So I told her we'd be leaving here at about 6.40pm. Janey came down then and giggled that now Felice would be here on her own with David and Julie, and probably be pestered all night long. Felice said that she liked that idea, and had a cheeky smile on her face. Once things settled again. Patricia had made fresh coffee, and I asked Janey and Felice to sit with us while Gaston told me his news on the possibility of the shop.

 

Chapter 20

He asked us to say nothing for a while, so he could explain all that had happened, and would then answer any questions we had. First, he handed me an A4 size envelope, asking me to open it. It contained a whole set of official looking forms, in French of course, and I saw that MY name was on it at strategically placed intervals. Now, while I spoke and read French quite well, this was set out in a rather odd manner, and I was baffled. Felice looked closer and she gasped. I couldn't get it into my head what this was all about, and laughingly, Gaston told me it was the preliminary deeds to the shop, and the adjoining buildings. That meant the whole row of them. I sat, confused, unsure, and totally, utterly baffled. He said that the owners were approached by his agent, and had told her, they didn't really want to rent it back out again, they were more interested in selling. Armed with that news, Gaston, through his agents, had placed a fair offer and it was accepted. I had to interrupt then, and said, so I will be renting from you instead now. He laughed, held me close, and told me that I could pay rent if I wanted, but would only be paying myself. The deeds were in MY name. I sat there. Unable to take it in. Then I cried. He held me close, and said that he had already brought Jean-Paul into the fold, as he had a shop fitting and building company. In fact, he had just finished working on the shops at Gaston's own project where the crane had collapsed, and as the investigation could possibly take a few weeks, had been forced to stop work until the inspectors had finished. In fact, Jean-Paul would be meeting us there in the morning, to discuss the drawings I had made, turning them into proper draught plans, and to start ripping out for renovation. I still couldn't speak. I just sat there all numb. I asked him to stop. It was such a shock, I wished he had told me before I had accepted that booking with Elena. He kissed me, saying that all I had to do, was be here in the morning, to come with him to the shop and meet Jean-Paul properly. Then, over some strong coffee, we would really settle down to discussions. I asked him why, and he stroked my hair, while telling me that he would now do anything he possibly could to persuade me, that the rest of my life was better served by being here, close, to him. I could not do nor say a thing, I was so numb. I looked at Janey, and she sat there looking back, then said that, now, we really DID have to talk properly about anything for the future. I nodded, and Gaston said he was meeting some other members of the group, with regards to 'acquiring extra patronage', he then winked, and said that meant favours, from his friends, to help him with keeping me close. He got up and I moved to him to be held. And he kissed me, telling me that he wanted to hear all about tonight as soon as possible tomorrow, and then kissed Janey, and Felice too. As he walked out of the front door I sank onto the settee again. Felice brought me a really strong coffee, I needed it and it was soon being drunk. Patricia, David, Julie and Michelle came in then, and asked what was wrong. Felice told them that it was really, really bad news. They all wanted to know, and she giggled, telling them that as soon as I could get things done, I had the shop. It was a pity in a way, that we couldn't celebrate, but that Patricia and I had to get ready for tonight, reminding David and Julie that they would be on their own with Felice all night, depending of course, on the outcomes of Janey's, and mine and Patricia's dates tonight. Mmm said David, sitting next to Felice, and putting his arm around her, and pulling Julie onto his lap. That means you two are all mine tonight, he said with his cheeky grin. Julie looked at me, then her mother, then Michelle, and said to her brother, it may be that you will have three of us to deal with David. We all laughed at David's grin, and Michelle's blush. As a last minute thought, Felice squealed, and said that she needed to go to the horse tack shop, for a couple of new riding crops for Patricia and I. I had forgotten that. And asked her if she was sure she didn't mind. She replied that of course she didn't, and that it was a pity that the shop was all locked, as there was no way to get any cuffs. I thought quickly, and gave her the cash for the riding crops with enough to also get four thick leather dogs collars, and cord. Just in case, I grinned. Janey went to the shower first, so Patricia could help her with her makeup, and then I was going next with Patricia. It was all planned, executed, rushed, and funny as we all ended up getting in each others way. But, by 6.40, Patricia and I were ready. And all Janey had to do, was take off her bathrobe, and put her dress on. The cab arrived, and Patricia and I gave kisses all round and left. I was wearing a mini-dress in buttercup yellow, with matching stockings, suspender belt, and contrasting but complimenting, matching black and yellow shoes and purse. Patricia, wore one of my corsets in emerald green, under a green body hugging mini-dress, with black stockings, and with black 4 inch heeled shoes and a black purse. I told the driver the address, and off we set. And at 2 minutes to 7, we exited the cab at Elena's house.

This was set at about 200 meters up the hillside overlooking the town. As we got out of the cab, I noticed a figure dart back into the doorway, finished paying the driver, and as he drove back out of Elena's driveway, I stood there holding Patricia's hand and winking at her. I then called for Elena. A head appeared around the door, and seeing the cab pulling out of the drive stepped nervously outside. She was dressed in suspender belt, stockings and heels. I stood my ground and told her to come and welcome me in the manner I had laid down in our phone call. She was a petite woman, very slight build, with superbly tiny titties, and large erect nipples. A smoothly fresh shaven pussy, and a bum that was pert and rounded. Her figure was that similar to when I was maybe 13, and at a push, even in heels, I would have guessed her height at about 5 foot dead. I told her to place her hands on her head, and to interlock her fingers, which she duly did. Then I walked slowly around her, as if inspecting an object to be bought. Her breathing was catching in her throat, and I knew that was because we were standing in her driveway, off a busy road. The cars passing giving the impression of being able to see, were actually going too fast to even register that people were in a driveway. But, it all added to Elena's discomfort. I spoke, but to Patricia.

"Patricia my angel, I told this girl, that she was to greet my arrival like this," and waved at Elena's stance. "but, she hid in her doorway. Maybe I was wrong to accept this commission, and am finding that my time would have been better spent being fucked by a dog in the street." Elena was shaking visibly now, her breathing coming in gasps, ragged through a sort of fear. "Surely, my order wasn't too hard to be understood. Do you think Patricia darling, that I was wrong in my choice of accepting this commission?" Already having been prepped as to her part in this tonight, Patricia stood, with one hand on her hip, and casually waving her purse in Elena's direction, replied, "It certainly seems that way Carole, but I have just the hint of a thought, that maybe this slut, was slightly afraid, as the cab driver was still here". Elena seemed to grasp at this offered get out, and stuttered, "Y-Y-Yes-s-s Miss Carole, t-t-the cab d-driver being here p-p-put me o-off somewhat." she claimed. I asked, "MISS Carole? Who told you to call me that Elena?" Elena looked a little confused, and said that in her conversation with Michelle, she was told that I was strict about being addressed correctly, and so used the term that she had been told of. "Well, you were told correctly, and, well done for remembering, that is a credit to you." she relaxed visibly, but I continued, "However, you disobeyed my instructions of greeting, and THAT you slut, will be punished. Do you understand me." And now I waived the riding crop in front of her, turning it slowly in my hand, and allowing the tag end to slowly, ever so slowly come to rest under her right nipple, where with gentle movements of my wrist, I gently moved the tag up and down, lifting and letting fall her ripe and erect nipple. Elena gasped, shook, gulped and twice tried to speak. She wet her lips and in a croaky voice, that was almost crying replied, "yes Miss Carole, I am sorry, and please, it will not happen again." I stood in front of her, and shook my head. "My god Patricia, is such a slut as this WORTH the time and effort of our training?" Patricia replied, "Time my dear Carole, only time will tell, and if she is worth it, then that time will surely be short, at your hands. However, if it proves she is NOT worth it, then at least you can have to pleasure of knowing for sure that the punishment you will inflict upon her bum, titties and pussy, will ensure that she will NOT be able to sit comfortably for many days, and for my time, I will have the pleasure of watching her tortured to the fullest, and hear the song of her screams." I replied, "That is true Patricia darling, That is true. We shall see. And we shall see tonight. Now slut, are you going to show us to a more comfortable place?" Elena said nothing but moved quickly to her door, and only then asked for us to enter her home. We did, slowly, looking all around the front of the house, before entering, and allowing Elena to close out the world.

She led us into the living room, asked us to sit, and offered drinks, We both asked for white wine, and Elena scampered off as if she had been shot. Patricia almost giggled, and I stopped her, whispering that now, Elena herself was in a roleplay mindset, and that if it was disturbed, then it would spoil her whole being for tonight. Elena returned with three long stem glasses of chilled white wine. She handed one each to me, then Patricia, and then ASKED if it was permissible for her to have a glass as well. Of course permission was granted. We sipped the wine, and commented that it was a lovely vintage, that was reminiscent of wild berries and flowers. I really liked it. Elena was cheered by our comments, and seemed to blossom a little. But, I wanted to see just how far she could be pushed. "Elena, your punishment will be quite substantial for not greeting us as I instructed, are you truly SURE you will be capable of receiving it, and thus functioning better at a latter date?" She thought, and to give her time, I sipped the wine, and placed my hand on Patricia's knee. I started to move my hand up Patricia's thigh, pushing her skirt up, and stroking over her exposed thigh above her stocking tops. She in turn was doing the same to me. Elena was looking intently, trying to think, and her thighs started to clench, squeezing her pussy between them. She replied "I have only ever been spanked, Miss Carole, the riding crop is new to me, so I have to say, that I don't yet know myself." I thought hard about that answer, and agreed that she really had nothing to compare with. Then I said, "But Elena, after tonight, I promise you, you WILL have something to compare. Stand in front of me, hands on head. NOW." my answer startled her, but she moved to stand where I bid her, and how. I took the first collar, and placed it on her ankle, then the second. I asked her if she had ever been cuffed before, and she said no, never. I handed one to Patricia, and we both stood, placing one on each wrist. I stood behind Elena now, and slowly ran my hand down from her wrist to her shoulder, then to her wais. I stroked onto her tummy, and then up to her titties, cupping my hands under them, and she gasped, shivering slightly. I moved my fingers to her nipples, and pinching them both, I increased the pressure and rolled them. She sighed, loudly, and leant her body into me. I pinched harder, pulling them from her titties, and letting them snap back. Quickly, I moved her to the coffee table that seemed to be the centre of many a home, and forced her to kneel. Patricia took a pillow and held it against her tummy as I pushed her forwards. We both then secured her with the cords to the table, and there she was. Trapped to do as we wished. I leant forwards, grabbed her hair, and lifting her head, I kissed her lips, asking if she was worried. She nodded slightly, and I smilingly said good. She should be. Patricia, slowly slipped her dress off, exposing her smooth tight pussy, and her pert hard nippled titties. Elena looked at Patricia, and licked her lips. That was the moment I brought my crop down on Elena's bum. She screamed at the shock, and again at the second. I giggled, saying that, she should have been paying attention to me, not my naked lover. Elena was shaking now, the two welts starting to rise to view, I slunk around the table, and watched Elena's face, she looked at me, and had real tears in her eyes. I knew the welts were stinging, and leant down to her face, and asked her if the stinging was turning to heat yet. She nodded and said Yes Miss Carole, it was. I nodded, and slowly slipped my dress off, Elena was looking at me, but kept glancing at Patricia. I knelt on the floor in front of Elena, and leant backwards with my knees wide. I knew she could clearly see my pussy, opening like a flower. I ran my finger up and down my pussy slit, and opening my legs further, I slipped my finger inside. I coated it with pussy juice, and brought that finger to Elena's mouth. She opened her lips, and I placed my finger in her mouth. And she sucked that finger, closing her eyes. I slowly withdrew my it from her lips, and just as she whimpered at the loss, Patricia struck her twice on each cheek with her crop. Oh how she jumped, Elena couldn't help at all except to jerk her body, and do her best to bring her bound wrists to her stinging bum. But she couldn't. The cord, thin as it looked, would hold her until WE released her. And I was beginning to wonder if this was too much for her. Patricia caressed her bare and bruising bum softly. Exploring the raising welts with her fingertips. I on the other hand could see Elena's face. And that face conveyed to me a mixture of emotions. I reached for Elena's head and she tried her best to pull back. I touched her gently, running my fingers over her cheekbones, and as she relaxed, Patricia poised her crop again. I raised a hand to stop her, shook my head, and waved her to sit down a while. I asked Elena if she now wished to talk about her desires, and, if she would answer my questions, with the truth. She nodded, but with tears in her eyes. I quickly undid her bonds, helping her to stand, and move to the settee. Patricia and I sat either side of her, and I asked what it was that she TRULY desired from our being here with her.

Elena described various scenario's, very similar to the things I had read in the books I found in my mothers collection. A girl being spanked, for even simple things, tied and restrained, teased to orgasm, and even publicly humiliated. Being placed on display sounded to me, a main part of her desire. Elena really began to open up verbally. We, Patricia and I, listened intently as she spoke. Her whole being centred on her work. Interior design MAY seem stress-free to many, but I knew, just KNEW, that the running of ANY business, had stress factors that accompanied it. I explained to her, AND Patricia, about Michelle's needs and desires, to enter her home, close the door, and shut out the stress, preferably with someone there, to take FULL control. To NOT have to make any further decisions, even about food. Elena listened with wide open eyes, nodding her head, and only interrupting to state that she too felt that way. I asked her to show us her wardrobe of any sexual clothing that she had bought, and to explain when and where she had worn it, IF she had worn it, and if not, WHY. In her dressing room, she opened a door to a walk-in room that was almost filled with fetish clothing. Lingerie as sheer as stocking material. Tiny thongs that covered and hid not a lot. All sorts. She bowed her head, and told us that she had NEVER had the courage to wear any of it publicly, except some of the lingerie which would have been hidden under clothing anyway. Elena was devastated, that she had all these sexy, sensual and exciting items, but lacked the courage to show them off. I asked about her desire for 'corrective discipline'. she replied that, having seen the bruises on Michelle's thighs, fully on display, she almost orgasmed just looking at them. Elena wanted the same sort of bruises, that she too could show off, to elicit shock and comments from others. We went back to the living room, and sat with the wine. I told Elena to lay across my lap, and she did immediately. I then told her, I was going to whip her bum, but on the fleshy part just at the top of her thighs. She nodded, and gripped the seat cushion, stretching her arms over her head. I struck twice, with her flinching hard, thrusting her pussy into my thighs. I caressed her bum lightly, slowly increasing the pressure until I was squeezing quite hard on the developing bruises. And so I worked her bum like this, until there were eight highly defined welts, angrily raised, and bruising nicely, on the lowermost part of her bum. Once she had calmed and was able to move off my lap, I ordered her to go and bring a short skirt, that when worn, had a hem that reached only to the bottom of her bum cheeks. She returned with three. One black, one tartan plaid in blue, and the other white. All three were pleated, and of a good thick quality. I told her to wear the white one, and once worn, I took her to the full length mirror in her hallway. I then told her to look over her shoulder, and to move around slowly, bending slightly, but at all times, to keep looking. Elena did all this, with her face becoming more flushed as she saw what I wanted her to see. The skirt jiggled with her movements, and rode upwards as she bent. And always giving glimpses of her bruised buttocks. I asked her if THAT was the effect she had been looking for, and she silently nodded, with an extremely excited smile. Back in the living room, I took one of the cords, and one ankle strap. The strap, a black leather dog collar, I fastened around her neck. The cord I fastened to the leashing ring, and then paraded her around her own living room, making her twist and turn, while encouraging Patricia to make comments on what she saw. I asked Patricia if she was seeing Elena's bruises. Patricia stated that, they were nicely on display, and that Elena was actually moving deliberately to show them off. I quickly turned on Elena, telling her that she was a dirty little slut for showing her marks, and pulling her close with the cord, I asked her if she also intended to wear THAT skirt outside, so that others would be forced to look at her bruises. Red faced, looking at the floor, but with a very excited look to her, she replied that, Yes Miss Carole, I want to show your marks to the world. I had now found Elena's main desire. I sent her to her wardrobe to find a short, thin, tight fitting top. And the one she returned with was all of those things. Her nipples were clearly on display. Patricia and I pulled our dresses on again, and with me holding her leash, we went outside. On the driveway, it was getting darker, but not so dark as to hide everything. I then had Elena open her car, and drive us to the beach. I ordered her to park where there were some youths sat on the sand chatting and smoking. There were four of them, anywhere between 15 and 18 years old. I asked Elena, how she would feel if, at 34 years old, these young boys HALF her age saw her marks displayed, especially, as she was still wearing the stockings and suspenders, as she was.

Elena looked at the boys sitting there, her thighs clenching and twitching, her nipples hard as bullets and tenting her thin top. She then replied, that if they saw and commented, she was sure she would orgasm in front of us all, without even being touched. I asked her, what if they touched as well, and she groaned inwardly, asking me WHY would such lovely young boys want to even look at an old woman like her, let alone TOUCH her. And therein, lay her REAL problem. She had no confidence, no self esteem worth speaking of, and only faith in her ability to make a room or house look good. I took a big gamble, got out of the car, and immediately felt four pairs of eyes turn and stare in my direction. I opened Elena's door, and taking her leash, I ordered her out of the seat. She complied hesitatingly, and I was sharp in telling her to get a move on. I then turned to the boys, and all but dragged Elena in their direction. At the spot where they were sat around, I marked a spot with my foot, and ordered Elena to kneel there, with her hands on her head, and knees apart. She did as ordered, but had her eyes closed, and was sucking her bottom lip in, and almost biting it. The boys sat open mouthed, and I held the leash up over Elena's head to show them it was connected to her collar. Patricia joined us, and stood on the other side of Elena, with her hands on her hips, with one knee slightly bent. Neither Patricia or I had even bothered to smooth our dresses down, and so both of us were displaying our stocking tops, and a bit of bare thigh. Knelt as she was, Elena was showing a lot more. I greeted the boys, and introduced us all, telling them that our friend here (I jiggled the leash to indicate Elena), was of the opinion that young guys like them, wouldn't even want to look at her, not even dressed like this. I told them that she was 34, and then bent down to grab the hem of her top, pulling it up, and fully exposing her titties to the boys gazes. Elena didn't move a muscle to cover herself. One of the boys said that HE liked looking at what was displayed, and the others joined in with similar comments. I told Elena to open her eyes and look at her new admirers. She looked at each one in turn, and I asked her, that if any one of them reached out to touch her, would she run away. Nervously, she looked at me, and shook her head. I called her a slut, saying that I didn't believe she would just let them touch her. She mumbled a reply that she would indeed let them touch, and would do nothing to stop them. Patricia asked her if she really was that much of a slut, and Elena nodded, saying only Yes Miss Patricia, I'm a slut. She was shaking like a leaf in a storm. The guy nearest to her slowly reached out his hand, and brushed his open fingers over her nipple. Elena squealed and shook, her head thrown back, and she thrust her hips up and outward in the direction of the boys. The one on the other side, placed his hand on her thigh above her stocking top, and slipped his fingers upwards, then exclaimed to his friends, that she wasn't wearing underwear. With Elena now wiggling her bum, and thrusting her hips, he pushed his finger in her pussy, pulled it out, and showed his friends, that his finger was coated with Elena's wetness. I said that she was a total slut for allowing him to violate her like that, and Elena agreed wholeheartedly that she was. Maybe I should hand this leash to the boys here, and Patricia and I go sit in the car. Maybe THAT would allow you to be even more of a slut, would you like that Elena? She said nothing, just stared at me with her eyes filled with lust, breathing through tightly gritted teeth, and trembling so much I was sure she would fall over. I asked the boys to wait, as I wanted to talk to my friends. I led Elena and Patricia back to the car, seated a shaking Elena inside, and then asked her which one of the boys she most liked the look of, as I was going to give him her phone number. Her face had a look of turmoil, so I explained my plan. Asking her if she agreed it was what she wanted, I was pleased when she nodded, a smile of excitement on her lips. The boy she choose, was the one who had inserted his finger in her pussy. I called him over, telling the others to stay where they were.

Once he was standing beside us, I pushed Elena gently so that her bum and marks were displayed to him. Telling him to look hard at those marks, I asked if he knew how painful they could be. He nodded and said he was certain they were painful. I then explained to him what I had already explained to Elena. He handed me his mobile, and I entered Elena's number into it and stored it. I then took Elena's mobile and did the same with his number. I then entered my number in to his phone. Then, I told Elena, that she was to call this boy sometime in the morning. She would then arrange a time for him to come to her house, making sure that she was there first, bathed and dressed as she was. Elena nodded in silence. I told the boy, that if she didn't call him by midday, he was to call me, and I would then cut all ties with Elena for future training. Elena gasped, and shook her head saying that she promised she would call. Adding that she would hate to lose any training I could offer. Very well I said, make sure you do. To the boy I continued. Once Elena has sent her address to him, he was to arrive at the appointed time. Once there, he could do with her, exactly as he wanted. He could have her suck his cock. He could fuck her pussy and shoot his sperm inside her. He could even fuck her bum. And at 11pm, he was to call me regardless, so Elena could tell me what had happened. He nodded vigorously. Then I warned him. IF he gave hers or my number to anyone else, even his friends, or if he turned up with anyone else, then I, and nine other girls, would find him, and put the same marks on his body he had seen on Elena's bum. The only difference being is that the marks would be everywhere, and done slowly. He replied that he fully understood. I got into the car, and told Elena to drive us all to hers. All the way there, she was silent, but still shaking. Once inside her home, I removed her skirt, while Patricia removed her top. We then took her to her bed, slipped off our dresses, and made love to her, fucking her pussy with fingers and tongues. Exploring every part of her body, causing her to orgasm over and over again. I pulled her head to my nipples, having her suckle me hard. Patricia forced her to drink her pee, and all this, Elena did with pleasure. The three of us slept, and were awoken at seven by Elena bringing us coffee. Sipping the coffee on her patio, I asked her how she felt now, knowing that a young guy WANTED to look at her. WANTED to touch her. And WANTED to fuck her. She shook her head, saying that her own mother had told her, that no guy, no matter how hard up he was, would EVER want an ugly whore like she was. Patricia and I sat there appalled. Here before us was a VERY pretty woman, of only 34 years of age, with the figure of a young teen. Elena had the impish face of a pixie, and only needed to have her hair trimmed in a short spiky style, to have visual years stripped from her. Yet she was introverted to the extreme, all caused by a mother who spitefully insulted, and stripped away any vestige of self confidence and esteem. I told Elena that she was truly beautiful, and that if she accepted our training, we would do EVERYTHING we possibly could, to prove that to her. I also stated that I was disgusted that a mother could do so horrid a thing, as to deliberately reduce her daughter to such a state. Elena admitted that she hated how she felt, but that it was all she knew. She couldn't accept that any compliments were meant from the heart. Gently, I reached out for her, took her head in my hands, and kissed her deeply, just as a lover would, sucking on her bottom lip, caressing her face. Patricia had tears in her eyes as she guided Elena's gaze to her, telling this little pixie that she was so lovely to look at, the boy would have been wanking his cock all night thinking of the coming evening. Elena cried, tears that I hoped were of happiness, and we both kissed her repeatedly, doing all we could to reassure her o four sincerity. We had no time to shower, just time to dress, gather our things, and ask Elena to drop us at home, before she had to leave for her own work. Luckily, she had risen first and showered for the day, we could at least shower at home. She dropped us off, and again, we kissed her, almost begging her to keep in contact, and hoped that she left, a damned sight happier and confident than we had met her last night. We bolted through the door, as Gaston arrived to pick me up, and I gaily shouted that I needed to change first. Up the stairs past all the others, ignoring their calls but waving to them with smiles and apologies for our lateness, into the bedroom, stripping as we went, and the shower. Janey came in with a huge grin on her face, bringing towels, and helping us to dry, saying that SHE too had a great night. I said that I wanted to hear it all, but that as we had returned so late, I was now in a rush for Gaston's trip to the shop. We all laughed together, and I told Janey as we were getting dressed, that Elena was a very special case, to be cultivated gently. Patricia nodded agreement. Well, we can discuss it all later said Janey.

 

Chapter 21

Dressed and presentable, we rushed downstairs, only to see Gaston sitting smiling, sipping coffee, and chatting to David about angling, and the fish in the rivers and lakes of France. I stood there looking and Janey passed me a coffee, and one for Patricia was there too. Felice giggled that there was no need to rush like that, and Julie was curled up with laughter. I asked what was going on, and Gaston told me that Jean-Paul needed some time to measure and poke around before making judgements. I sat then, thankful of another coffee. I asked when Michelle had left, and while David grinned like a Cheshire cat, Julie told us that it was at 6am that morning. I didn't need to ask what happened, it was written all over the faces of Julie, David AND Felice. I asked Janey how her date with Bertrand had gone, and before she could answer, David told us that his mother had only beaten us home by less than 30 minutes. Janey blushed, and I said that was all I needed to know. After coffee, I demanded food, my tummy rumbled, as indeed did Patricia's, and invited all to our preferred bistro as my treat. There were no words if dissent from anyone surprisingly, and I opened my purse to extract my mobile phone, and some bits. There were 2 envelopes, with mine and Patricia's names on them. I handed Patricia's to her, opened mine, and without removing anything from it counted out 15 separate packages. This envelope I placed in the safe. Julie handed me my bag from the other night, and I remembered it was the one I took to Michelle's and had never checked. There inside was another for me, and one for Julie. Mine held 20 wrapped packages, as did Julie's, and she asked me to put her's with the other in the safe. Janey came up behind me, and slipped HER envelope in as well, whispering 'fifteen packets', and the three of us held each other tightly. I then took an envelope with 20 sealed packets, and placed it in my bag, along with my phone and other bits, and we three then joined the others in the cars. This time it was DAVID that was sitting with Gaston, and both were grinning away. With Janey driving, Julie, Felice, Patricia and I climbed into the Jaguar, and we set off for the square. On arrival, there were 5 spaces almost outside the bistro, and as we exited the cars, and headed there, Gaston took my arm, with David taking his mothers arm, the owner became very animated, almost bowing as he welcomed us to his café. I was actually finding myself quite embarrassed by this display, and took his arm, speaking softly with a beaming smile. I told him that we came here as often as we did, because all his wares were fresh, perfectly cooked and presented, and his coffee delicious. He positively simpered, knowing that many nearby heard all that I had said. I then spoke quietly for his ears only, and asked him to please treat us as gluttonous friends, who were only calling to steal his pastries, explaining that he was in danger of being accused of having favourites, and that there might be no room for us, if his bistro became too popular. The two of us giggled secretively together at this remark, and I sat with my family hoping that such displays would end. Gaston whispered to me, asking if I had mentioned the over the top greetings from the owner. I nodded, and Gaston smiled knowingly. Quietly I told the others of my words, and all nodded that it was becoming a little much for us all. Still, better pastries were not on offer elsewhere. I was still coming to terms with what seemed a sort of celebrity status, imparted to a certain sector of the people of the town. Still not knowing the extent as it were, afforded to the group Gaston and Claude 'partied' with. The bistro was almost full, there were some 20 tables, each with 4 chairs, and we were sat at the back wall, alongside the counter and servery. David looked to the square, and excitedly said that Andrea and Claude were coming over. The owner then looked at me directly, thought, and welcomed them both cordially enough, but in a more restrained manner. I smiled at the thought he had taken notice of my chat, and David organised seats for them both, taking pains to seat Andrea next to him. I couldn't wait to ask her how the wedding plans were coming along, but kept silent about them, while painfully wanting to ask.

It was Andrea who first of all brought up the news of the shop, and Gaston took the greatest delight in telling them, and seemingly making sure others close by heard, that he had made me so shocked by what had been accomplished on my behalf, I was left speechless by it all. I told them that it had come as a huge shock to my system, and I still wasn't over it. I poked out my tongue at Gaston, telling all there that he was nasty giving me shocks like that. Claude then made a comment about a certain jewellers shop, whose manager had all but been threatened by the owner with dismissal, for allowing a most valued customer, to be hustled away without making a purchase. I noticed that quite a few customers and staff in the bistro chuckled about that, and looked quickly to Andrea with a confused expression. She leant behind David, and whispered to me that in fact almost the whole town had heard about the 'companion' who had refused what could have been almost a hoard of gold and jewels. I was horrified, and asked if I had really been such a topic of gossip hereabouts. She laughed, shaking her head, not gossip she said, but genuine conversation. I sat back, not entirely satisfied with that. We ate our pastries, and drank lovely steaming Latte's, enjoying each others conversations, and was particularly taken with Gaston's continually reminding everyone about the need to NOT let on how the shop was to be used. A pretty dark-skinned mixed race girl entered, and I recognised her as being named Mumu, and being introduced at Gaston's home on the night of the group gathering. Of course David recognised her straight away, and again, arranged a seat for her with us. This time I made comment. "Is it just me, or has anyone else noticed that David here, seems intent on surrounding himself with the most pretty ladies?" HE sat there grinning and nodding his head as if it were a great game, and Claude replied, "if this young man could possibly handle real ladies, at a greater number than one at a time, I would gladly take my hat off to him." Those that heard chuckled at that remark, but while I and Janey looked to the ceiling trying not to laugh, Felice and Patricia blushed furiously. Noticing this, Claude shook his head, removed his ever present golfing cap, placed it on the table in front of him, and rested his head on his arms. Those at our table were all doubled up chuckling at Claude's predicament, Felice and Patricia blushed redder, and Julie caused a storm when she said, "It's a pity Michelle isn't here with Felice and Patricia, as well." Claude looked up at Julie, then to David, and finally to Gaston. Gaston looked down at his empty plate, and smiled, nodding his head. Claude groaned, sat back in his chair, and mumbled about all of the group being outdone by one so young. Gaston simply reached up, and patted his friends shoulder consolingly. As we were recovering from what may have seemed to others, as a case of 'ingrown hair', a hard hatted figure covered with a smattering of dust, joined us.

Jean-Paul greeted us six older girls with happy kisses on our cheeks, looked at Julie, and to her embarrassment kissed her too, and shook hands with Gaston, Claude and David. I noted to all the others that David let him get his own chair, to more chuckles, and Jean-Paul joined us. More latte's arrived, and, it seemed that a full scale meeting was about to be set in place. It was agreed that once Jean-Paul had sat and had at least consumed one latte in comfort, we would go to the shop, and talk further there. I asked the others, and ordered fresh takeaway latte's for all, and placing two 100s and one 50 Franc notes on the counter, we thanked the owner and walked to the shop doorway. Inside, it was a sad transformation to what I had last seen. There were no shelves, or anything to be seen anywhere, and mentioning it, Jean-Paul stated that in a store room, in the basement, were quite a few boxes of stuff that seemed to have been packed away and left there. I made a note to check this out, to see what had been left. Gaston asked where I would like to start, and taking a good look round and upwards, I replied that the basement, which had the intent of being the heart of manufacture would be as good a place as any. Here was dust. Lots of dust. The storeroom Jean-Paul had mentioned was in fact a locked cage piled high with boxes of all shapes and sizes. Gaston said that these were the last of the items from the shop that had been packed away on closure, by the former owners agents. The tenant had owed rent on the building, and had been informed, but had sent a fax message authorising disposal. Oh well I said, there may be something there that could possibly be used as shelf fillers on opening. Janey and Felice both burst out laughing, and had to walk away. I just shrugged my shoulders. I told them all, that here in the basement, I was intending it all to be seamstresses cutting tables, and machinists stations as per the drawings JP now had. And that as I didn't know the sizes of such tables and stations etc, without Madame Franny being involved with this section, I was at a personal disadvantage on the matter. Gaston suggested that I call her to see if she was available to come and give advice, so I did, with Madame F saying that she could be here in 30 minutes, as she wished to cover all the work she had laid out to stop prying eyes. We moved back to the ground floor, where I encompassed the area with outspread arms saying that here, would be the main garment displays, with mannequins dressed in outfits and tops, and over there, pointing to the far wall, a millinery and shoe area. I noticed that Janey, Felice, Patricia, Andrea, and Mumu, were looking around slowly, almost seeming to visualize what I was saying. I added that the windows were to be re-instated for display, and the two walls, from front to back could have the racks and rails, holding the ready made items. Mumu asked then about the bespoke service, and the measuring rooms. I replied that Madame F, who I wanted as my head seamstress, would have the final say on that subject, as after all, it would be she dealing with such things. Claude asked if my intent was to delegate as much as possible. I replied that yes, department heads leading teams of people, who were all trained in a corporate manner, to be as professional in their department, as to be considered 'expert' at their field. Claude asked if he could be in charge of fitting the dresses to the lady, and before Andrea could say anything I replied, Of course Claude, I am sure that the over 50 matrons of the area would welcome you touch. That caused him to grimace, and the rest of us to laugh. I also mentioned that no matter what happened, David would never be allowed in here. Both Gaston and Claude agreed with me, and explained it all to JP, who, bowed to David, and flourished his hard hat in deference. Janey shook her head, saying that she wasn't too sure that her son should see himself as some sort of 'Don Juan' lover. So David retaliated with saying, no mum, I'm 'David Juan'. As we all laughed at his cheeky comment, and Janey playfully slapped David's arm, Gaston shot out with, more like 'David three'. And under my breath, I muttered to myself, more like 'David six' which no-one but Janey heard. She and I then stood there, giggling hard and holding each other up. We were asked what was so funny, and realising I had to say something, I said that Claude and JP should keep between him and Andrea and Mumu, or the count would rise. These two guys immediately stood in front of their respective ladies, with David INNOCENTLY asking if we all thought he was that bad, and moving between Felice and Patricia, put his arms around BOTH of their waists. They blushed, Mumu gasped and giggled, and the rest of us laughed. Madame F arrived then, and we all went back to the basement. I explained a brief plan to her, and she looked at me as if I had two heads, unsure if I were joking or not. It took Gaston to assure her of my seriousness, and the reasons behind the secrecy over the dresses. I then said that Madame F should attempt a drawing of how SHE saw what would be her domain would be like, for JPs information. So she took pencil and paper, made a few very detailed sketches, and left saying she would be back tomorrow with her impressions.

On to the next floor, I explained my desires with regards a full on lingerie department, consisting of separates and sets. Hosiery, bags, hair accessories, even a 'nail bar' and makeover bar, offered as an instore franchise. At mention of this I looked deliberately at Patricia and smiled at her. Both Andrea and Mumu, loved that idea, as the nearest 'nail bar' was in the next sea front town, a good hours drive each way. At the stairway to the fourth floor, I pointed out that here, was where I saw the uniformed concierge stationed, his/her job being to ensure that only those over 18 proceeded. On the fourth floor, I spoke about the manufacturers of the "Adult Items" concerning sex toys, erotic piercing, fetish clothing, and a tattooists. JP stated that with a uniformed concierge, he could see no problems with the local licensing authority, as it would mean that underage persons being kept out. After all, he said, it would mean that a definite security budget, would show a commitment of the owner to enforce the moral aspect. I then brought up the subject of the roof, which to make it usable would need both inside access and egress, along with a connection to the fire escapes, and in particular, a surrounding railing. Andrea asked how I envisioned the rooftop being used, and I replied that it could be a staff and customer bistro area, and that I had been seriously considering offering the franchise to the owner of the bistro on the corner where we had met today. Claude asked why I was so intent about certain areas being on an instore franchise basis. I said that, food, the nail/makeover bar, and various parts of the fetish/adult stuff, are really so specialised, that it could well be a minefield, trying to control all aspects of what I had in mind. With franchises, it would be the franchisee's responsibility to ensure the staffing by people with the right knowledge. Claude thought deeply, and said that yes, put like that he had to agree. He then added the question of, how long I had been thinking on the lines of such a venture, I said with honesty, about 3 weeks now. Claude's reaction was "what?????" Surely, he added, such a venture and decision would only be taken normally after at least 3 or 4 MONTHS of thought and advice. When Gaston told him that I had drawn up both the sketch impressions AND the written business plans in under four days, Claude stated that the whole group should be warned of a possible freeze out by a foreign company. I then asked JP, if he could even begin to advise on a set aside, concerning the building renovations, and the percentage of a deposit to get the work started, and a possible time frame to aim for. He stepped back and tried to hide behind Mumu, then, pulling a white handkerchief from his pocket waved it above his head, and said that he surrendered. He needed at least 2 days to ensure that load bearing walls and extra access points were viable. OK, I said, I'll expect a provisional report in 2 days, and smiled at him. He was in the hot-seat now said Claude, and we all laughed. Gaston asked about advertising for the dresses and lingerie, and if I had considered the use of living models. I thought about that then, looking at the floor and walls. I know, I said, "Janey, Andrea, Mumu, Felice and Patricia," how would you and the other girls of the group feel about some free made to measure lingerie and dresses, on the condition that photographs are taken for advertising purposes? Claude pulled a pocket digital camera from his shirt breast pocket, and asked if anyone had called for 'David (Claude) Bailey'. Gaston insisted that Claude delivered fantastic photo's of Andrea when on picnic dates and such like, and Claude nodded enthusiastically, but, he added, only I, Gaston, can do full justice to lingerie photographs. This caused a big argument between him, Claude and JP. The rest of us walked down the stairs, and Andrea asked if David would like the job of "lingerie photographer". we laughingly made it downstairs without falling, David had said NO, He wanted the job of helping the girls get dressed! ! !

My phone rang, it was Elena. Her voice was all excited, she said that she had called him twice, and he had answered on the second ring. He asked her if she was really going to send him her address, and she did. She was going to be home by 6 pm, and he was to come at 7. She then asked if wearing that short skirt, stockings and suspenders, high heels, and a new see through white top she had just bought today was ok. I asked her is she had really gone out and bought a new top specially for him, and she said yes she did. I told her that, as long as it showed her nipples through it, she would be ok. I asked if she was nervous, and she said of course she was, and still couldn't imagine anyone wanting to look at her and touch her. I told her she was lovely, and that she was to call me later, and THEN tell me that no-one would want to look at or touch her. She calmed a bit then, and said ok. She'll call if he comes, and take it from there. Patricia asked if that was Elena, and I said it was. She had called the guy, and sent him her address. He was due at 7pm, and that she would call when he arrived. She smiled and hugged me, saying that she really is a good looking girl, and that what her mother did to her was truly evil. I agreed, and went back into the shop. JP's guys had set up a sort of office on the ground floor, and in there were the plans and drawings. With JP and his foreman now testing the load bearing walls and such, there was not a lot for the rest of us to do, and as it was just turned lunchtime, I suggested that most go to the house, and Janey and I would get meats and cheeses for a patio picnic, and that David could collect some salad stuff from the garden and glass house. As we walked to the butcher on the market, we were stopped by three ladies, who were a little nervous, but asked about the shop. I smiled and said that although I can't give them specific detail, the intent was for a reopening, with a great difference. There would be no adult products signs involved at all, and that the windows would soon be reopened to allow lots of light inside. But, because the local authority had to have the final say, nothing positive could yet come out. They thanked us for our time and I quickly phone Gaston about what had happened and been said. He said I had done right in keeping them guessing, but with a hint of the outside look. It should stop too much speculation either way. At the butchers, I insisted that all the meats were to be from local producers, except for my tea (I have no idea why, but only this local butcher stocked my favourite UK brand). We selected cooked meats in, 3 types of beef, 2 of pork and a selection of poultry cuts. Next door for the cheeses, and along with some beautifully ripe brie, we chose 2 others that were similar to cheddar, but tasted really rich and creamy. Back at the car, in, and home. In the kitchen, we cut and buttered the breads, David and Julie washed the salad stuffs, and all was plated, and taken to the table along with wineglasses and the all important wine. We ate drank and chatted, and I decided on a dip in the pool. Andrea's bikini was waiting for her, all washed and cleaned after it being stolen by David and hoisted up the flag pole with everyone else's. I just put my bikini bottoms on, after all, everyone had already seen my titties anyway. Gaston and Claude wouldn't get in, but the rest of us enjoyed splashing around like a big bunch of kids, all squealing as we cooled off in the afternoon sun. I asked Janey if she were seeing Bertrand again, and when. She smiled and said tonight. I had to chuckle, and told her about what Patricia and I found out about Elena, and how I had set her up, hopefully for a huge ego boost. Janey said that, although she had read in her magazines about mothers like Elena's, she had never met anyone who actually had one. I asked her about how she felt with Julie having a pet in Michelle, and she giggled, apparently so David had said, this Michelle did EVERYTHING Julie told her to do. Julie never once went to the loo to pee, she made Michelle drink it while they stayed in bed. God, Julie really gets into the dominant bit I told Janey, not nasty, but nothing fazes her. I know, replied Janey, the little minx had her finger in Michelle's bum all the time and used that to make her go in whatever direction she wants. And the best of it is, Michelle laps it all up. Janey then asked if I really thought that Michelle would look after Julie if she was on her own. I thought seriously, and said yes, I truly think that Julie would be safer with Michelle than any other guy, except the ones sitting over there, and I nodded to the table. Gaston and Claude would wrap her in cotton wool to keep her safe. Janey then said that Julie would love to spend a whole weekend with her pet (Julie's words). I said that in reality, Michelle IS Julie's pet slut. Janey nodded and said that she would think further. The house phone rang, and Gaston answered it while I walked from the pool. It was Peter Jenner, my fathers fishery manager. I know he told me about a plane crash in Indonesia, but that was it.

 

Chapter 22

Five hours later, I was on a flight to Gatwick. With me were Gaston, Janey, David, Julie, Claude, Andrea, and Felice. Patricia had opted to be the one to stay at the house taking and passing messages. I still can't remember much about getting from the house, to the airport, and then the flight back. Once we arrived in Gatwick, it was a 3 hour minibus ride to the fishery, and my fathers house. I remember walking in, and running around the house looking for my father. Peter, Gaston, and Janey eventually got me sat in the lounge, with Peter calling my fathers Doctor. I wasn't able to understand what was going, nothing was real, nothing was right. Peter was there, he SHOULD be around. He had worked for my father since the fishery was set up more than 13 years previously, his cottage was the old horse barns, that daddy had converted to living accommodation 15 years ago, but daddy wasn't here. Dr Limeswold arrived, he had been the doctor who gave me all my childhood inoculations, visited when I had chicken pox, German measles, and all the other kids illnesses, and who sent me to hospital for appendicitis. I knew him, but who was ill? I woke in a darkened room with heavy drapes at the windows, wearing a nightgown. I got out of bed and pulled my dressing gown from the hook and walked down the hall, and downstairs. Janey met me halfway down, rushing up to me. Gaston was right behind her. Between them I entered the lounge, sat on the settee, and asked what was happening. Peter sat in the chair opposite, and he told me what had happened the day before. At one in the afternoon, he heard the phone ring in the house. Normally, when daddy was away, the office phone was patched over to Peter's mobile for customers and anglers enquiries, and it was only family that phoned the house anyway. Once he had finished what he was doing, Peter unlocked the house to check the answer phone. The message was from the British High Commission in Indonesia, with a brief message for someone to call back as soon as was possible. Peter called the number given, and explained who he was, once he got put through to the name given. That person told Peter the briefest details about a short hop 15 seater plane, doing a flight to an island, and crashing on landing. Fuller details had been passed to the UK, and that police and a representative of the appropriate department had already been despatched to inform family members. Peter rang off from him, and relocked the house, then waited in the mews. It took 20 minutes for the police to arrive with a woman who had the details. My father and 3 friends from Australia, were going to this island for a weeks game fishing. The plane crashed on landing, having missed the runway by coming in short, killing all nine people on board. The identities of all seven passengers had been confirmed. Peter was then told it would take at least 2 - 3 weeks for daddy to be brought home. The time then was about 3pm and Peter called me in France, and ended up telling Gaston what had happened after I blacked out. I asked Peter if he had told any others yet, and he said only the ones that count. Some of daddy's old Regiment comrades, and his step sister my 'Aunt' Edith. He said that she would be arriving on Saturday to 'Take over the FAMILY Business.' God I had always hated that woman with a vengeance. I phoned her instead. When she answered I told her to shut the fuck up and stay away, as I wasn't having her thieving carcase around my fathers personal belongings. Gaston, Janey and the others sat in silence listening to me, and as I turned back I saw Peter had his finger to his lips signalling them not to say anything yet. I told Peter that under NO circumstances was THAT woman to be allowed access to this house. And then I called daddy's solicitor. The first thing Mr Dugdale said, was that he had already been informed by Peter of what had transpired, and offered his condolences. I thanked him for that, as at least I didn't have to explain anything. He then asked if daddy's step sister had been informed, so I told him what Peter had told me, and he interrupted, saying that my father had insisted she be kept away in the event of his not being able to be there. I told him I had already called her and what I had said, he chuckled and told me that he had also sent a messenger this morning with a letter from him and was waiting to be told she had been served with it. I asked him to call me as soon as he knew. I also asked him to draw up a 'power of attorney' document for Peter Jenner to continue running the fishery and farm, as my father's direct agent, authorising him to use any means to secure all properties in his absence, and to include Peter Jenner as a custodian in my fathers stead, over my trust fund and property portfolio lodged with the bank, alongside the Bank manager and Mr Dugdale, himself. The old chap chuckled again, and said that such a document was already sitting in front of him now, my father already having had it drawn up, and that all he, Mr Dugdale, needed to do, was to add a co-decil concerning the 'securing of all properties'. He then told me that he would bring all relevant documents over this afternoon, and said goodbye.

I replaced the phone, turned, and then asked Peter if what I had said was ok by him, apologising for not asking him first of course. He smiled and nodded, and said that having known me since I was a toddler, he expected me to act first then talk about it. I was, after all, 'The Brigadier's Daughter'. I grinned then, I think, for the first time since we had all left France. I thanked everyone for sticking with me at this time, saying that I had no idea what I would have done without them getting me back home so quickly. Janey said I had Gaston to thank for that, he organised all the needed flights and transport. I smiled at him and sat beside him holding his arm tight. Peter asked if either Gaston or Claude were by any chance policemen. They both laughed and said no, that was not a job for them, and Peter laughed too, saying that they were lucky then. I asked why, and Peter looked at me saying, "The Brigadier spoke to me four days ago, after he had and you had spoken, and you had told him of your involvement with a guy named Gaston. And of your intent to relocate to the South of France on a more permanent basis. He then said that if I were to turn up with this Gaston chap, and it transpires he is a French copper, then I am to 'Take the blighter out back, and shoot him in the arse'." For the first time in what seemed like ages, I really laughed freely. Once I calmed, I explained to them, about the time daddy and his best friend, my uncle Tony, went to France for some celebration concerning the Regiments war time actions. And while there, daddy and uncle Tony had found a convivial outlet for good wine. And that while they were trying to negotiate their way back to their billet in Le Havre harbour, a little French policeman had tried to arrest them for drunkenness. It had ended with daddy and uncle Tony, carrying the policeman between them, and declaring him to be their new regimental mascot. Of course the policeman's commander made an official complaint, and demanded his policeman be returned unharmed, and daddy and uncle Tony, then two young lieutenants of the airborne brigade, were summarily punished, and had to make a formal apology. They both always said, it wasn't the punishment that bothered them, it was the sneering look on the over officious policeman's face. Everyone laughed at that tale, and Gaston and Claude both stated that they were both so sorry they never had the chance to meet daddy. I needed to get dressed, and wait for Mr Dugdale's visit, so with Janey, Julie, Felice and Andrea, went upstairs. I showered and found my empty suitcases, then Janey told me that she and Andrea had unpacked them to the wardrobe. I dressed in a bit of a haze, and with all of us now dressed and freshened we went back down. I wanted to walk round the home lake and asked Gaston to come with me. We walked with me holding his arm. I felt a need to explain to him about my upbringing here, and all that this place meant to me. He said nothing until I was finished, and only asked if I would be staying and running the fishery, to which I chuckled and said no. I knew deep in my heart that THIS was daddy's domain, and that Peter would run it better than I ever could, especially with me knowing that I wouldn't be able to have his knowledge. I said that all I wanted to do, was get daddy back home and settled, and then I'd appoint Peter as full manager here and return to France. I pointed out all the features of this, daddy's first fully open lake, 27 acres of water, 6 meters deep in places, and all brown trout, not rainbows as most places were. I showed him where I caught my first ever fish, explaining that I felt so proud that it was taken home, and cooked for our family supper. He asked if I still fished, and I said not since last summer. Our walk and chat took just over an hour, not walking all around, but stopping and returning the way we had come. It was fast approaching midday, and I knew I was hungry and had to eat, but I just didn't want to. Peter had started to make a lunch for us all, and Janey Felice and Andrea had kicked him out of the kitchen and taken over. As we returned, he told me that Mr Dugdale had called saying that the letter had been delivered and witnessed, and that 'The Witch' had called demanding to speak to me. I moved to the study, and dialled her number, and as she answered I asked what she wanted now. She was all bluster and blast, about the letter from Mr Dugdale's office, so I repeated the fact that until the funeral, she, her husband and son, were not welcome here. She wasn't 'blood' family, I hated her for what she always tried to do, her continual sponging off my father, and that in no circumstances was SHE, having any say in what happened at Heartwood. I told her that I would notify her of the date and time of the funeral, and that, until then, I would no longer accept her phone calls. With that I hung up, and switched the answer phone on. I turned, and Gaston stood at the open door to the garden. He smilingly said that I was a lot calmer with her at that call, and I nodded. And went with him to the back patio where the others waited. I picked at my lunch, trying my best t get an appetite, but even though I forced myself, I couldn't eat much. I thanked Peter for being here, and said that we'll all be going back to the apartment after Mr Dugdale's visit, as I had more clothing there, and to be frank, with daddy not here I wasn't feeling so comfortable. Also being stuck out in the sticks as we were here, wasn't really for me, as I had become a right towney. I asked to make sure, that he would definitely stay on and run the fishery and farm, and was really glad when he said that as far as he felt, this was his home now, and couldn't imagine leaving. I apologised to the others, but there were no restaurants nearby, and I hoped they wouldn't think too badly of me. For knowing these lovely people for such a short time, they were totally putting themselves out for me, and I fully appreciated it.

Mr Dugdale arrived, and we went through all the forms, with Peter and I signing where needed. The solicitor then explaining that he had taken the liberty of calling the Governments repatriation office, and informing them that he would be liaising on my behalf, which I told him I was grateful for, and asking if I had any requirements concerning the application of probate. All I could think of, was the need for a starter fund, for Peter's continued running of the farm, and that all monies not needed be included in the trust, along with the property being included into the trust portfolio. He only questioned that decision in regard to the fact that daddy's will made no mention of anything being placed in trust, and I assured him that with the death duties that would be incurred and such, it was more fiscally viable to place as much as possible into the trust, so reducing taxable liability. Peter asked about the monies from the farm sales, and the angling side of the fishery, and I asked that all profits above the needed running and maintenance fund, be included into the trust fund as well, as that meant it would all be tied up until I was 25, with trust status attracting a lesser rate of tax. Claude nudged Gaston, saying that their group REALLY had better be warned about 'this foreign takeover' that could be hitting our town. Gaston laughed, saying that it was Claude himself that was more worried, as being a banker, he could see me advising Claude's own clients to better deals. Claude folded his arms, and looked ahead smiling at the double pronged joke. Mr Dugdale's solicitors hat was still on his head, and he asked if both Claude and Gaston were bankers. Claude said the only he was one, being now the chairman of the family banking concern, and that Gaston was merely a builder of little shopping centres. And now they both started their normal banter of 'my dad's bigger than your dad'. Mr Dugdale offered both his card, letting them know that if they needed any representation in the UK, to just call his office. Business to the last, and I wondered how many other little deals had been done on this very patio between daddy and his cronies. After Mr Dugdale left, Peter arranged with the insurance company for Gaston to be placed on the insurance for the Range Rover, as being a seven seater, it would be needed to get to my seaside home, and hitched the trailer to it for the luggage. We all went and packed again. I assured Peter that I would be back the day before the funeral, and then we would leave the day after for France, and get out of his hair. And before we drove out, I also reminded him that now, he was daddy's most direct agent here, and that he was NOT to take any nonsense from aunt Edith, no matter what SHE tried to say. Peter shook his head and said no, he wasn't the Brigadier's direct agent, he was MY direct agent. Gaston drove us away, and the journey to what I had called home for the last 5 years was not as happy as I would have liked. It took just over 2 hours driving to get there, and it was a relief to find the lift was working, with the cases. Janey said that she and David and Julie, would stay in their place, and I was suddenly frightened. I held her close, and said I didn't even want that short a distance between us, as after all we had been through together, it so totally wouldn't feel right, and besides, here there were three huge full bedrooms, more than enough for us. But Janey reminded me of Claude and Andrea, and that Gaston had obviously not mentioned our sleeping arrangements of the last few weeks, I grinned and said that he had to an extent. She looked confused, so I told her that Claude and Andrea knew I had grabbed her, and taken her with Gaston and I to bed. Ahh she said, and of course they know about David and Felice. So thankfully, we all stayed together. It took a total of eight days to get daddy home, and then another week of various paperwork to get the needed releases for burial. Mr Dugdale taking the strain out of that, thankfully, and with my permission arranged for the funeral, with Peter using daddy's office to notify all of the dates and times. David met with his friends, and sadly, while having a lot to tell them of our time in France, he also made sure that they knew (especially, Lisa, Becky and Sonia) that further play was out because of the circumstances of our return. The girls though did turn up, fearful of what kind of reception they would receive, bringing me a lovely card from each of them. I hugged all three of them at once, and virtually dragged them in to meet everyone. It was the only time they visited, the poor mites did feel out of place, and at times like that, how can we expect them to behave and feel any different. With David and Julie it was totally different. Our weeks together, truly did make us close, and so like a real family. Gaston and Claude were on the phone more often than not during the day using my computer and the little office. How they coped I have no idea. But they did. Andrea and Felice were both godsends for me. I did break down a couple of times, and with so many around me, who I was honoured to be able to call friends, it was a lot easier for me.

The day before daddy's funeral, all was packed and ready. Janey had thankfully decided that a move to France full time, would be good for David and Julie educationally as well as good for her. Gaston had arranged a removal company to ship all our clothing and personal memento's to the house, they being arranged to arrive in one week. Janey handed her keys to the rental agent she had picked to look after and rent out the flat as a source of income, and I had decided that they should also look after the maintenance and care of my flat, but refusing the agency to let my flat out. The idea being that, IF any of us needed or wanted a trip to the UK, then at least we all had a place to stay. I had arranged with them that a phone call would be all that was needed to arrange airing and cleaning, pending arrival. Loading the trailer, we all set off for Heartwood. And thankfully Peter had got the staples in, and the caterer's were set for the next day. Clothing for the service was sorted and hung in readiness, and we all tried to relax. After a restless night, we dressed for an 10.30am leaving for the church. Once I put my dress on, Janey and Felice who were helping me, pointed out that my tummy was showing my pregnancy quite nicely. I had no other black dress, and there was no way I was going to be able to disguise it. I called Gaston, and stood there to show him. He looked, and then just smiled, as he had already told Claude and Andrea anyway. It was odd, that THEY were the only one's I was worried about, making any comments. Daddy's old friends and comrades from the regiment started to arrive at about 9.30, with uncle Tony blatantly and loudly demanding to know if Gaston was a policeman, causing all who knew the tale to laugh joyfully at the memories. Gaston and I were corralled only the once by a group of daddy's old pals, with uncle Tony asking if Gaston was treating me well. I kissed the old bugger on the cheek, and asked what did they think. They all nodded, and it was left at that. During a quiet moment, Gaston told me that he was surprised at the lack of comments on our age difference, and I gasped, not even thinking to tell him, my mother was 18 years daddy's junior. He smiled and held me close, saying it was in the family then. There were some distant cousins from the family, but that was it. Daddy was an only child, until my grandmother had remarried, and then I saw her standing there with her two stooges. Thankfully the hearse and the cars arrived, and Gaston led me to the lead car, to travel with him, and what I now considered my family. Peter and his love interest, along with uncle Tony and a few others in the next, and everyone else using their own cars. After the service and interment it was back to the house for a little wake. I had been doing my best to ignore aunt Edith, and not allow her to get to me. And now I was doing the rounds of daddy's guests, making sure they had enough to eat and drink, and I walked back into the house with Gaston, Janey and our family, and there was aunt Edith, her husband and her son. I still did all I could to ignore her, when in a loud voice she insulted my friends. Trying to insinuate that THEY were after the FAMILY money. I was fuming, and being held by Janey and Andrea, but she had opened her mouth too much. I turned on her then, and stated that there was never any family money. Only my Fathers, as the farm here was his, before her own sponging father married my grandmother, thinking that HE would be some sort of lord of the manor. And as for HER, she was no blood relation to my father OR me. She then tried to browbeat me by stating that SHE was now going to be running things here, and I laughed, informing her that I was not only the mistress of my own destiny, I was also, by birthright and law the mistress of this house. And that all and any welcome that had been extended to her and her two idiot stooges, was now withdrawn, and she was to leave this house immediately. Peter Jenner and Mr Dugdale chose that moment to enter the room, and informed her that as the only heir to my fathers estate and title, then I owned this farm. And that they will now leave. Uncle Tony chirped up that he and a few of daddy's old pals were still up for a ruck if her husband and son thought they were. And I almost wet myself laughing at her husband trying to hide behind her. Before they had any chance to leave though, Mr Dugdale turned in my direction, took a letter from his pocket and opening it informed me, and all others there, that daddy's will had been approved and accepted by the court of probate. He then intoned an introduction of me to all, as, "In keeping with the laws of Heraldry, with the passing of Titled Nobility, I am pleased to announce that full title and deed of your late father, Brigadier Tobias Charles Lynnthorpe, Earl of Heartwood now pass, in full to you, Carole Anne Lynnthorpe, Countess of Heartwood. This encompasses the area now known and managed as 'The lakes and farm' of Heartwood, and also incorporating the surrounding parklands and woodlands known as 'The Heartwood Downs'." Now daddy had never bothered with this old family title, it was over 400 years old, but it was still 'there', and I also knew full well that Mr Dugdale had 'brought it out' for the benefit of aunt Edith. He brought me the title deed, and presented it to me with a formal bow of the head, saying, "this is you title deed your Ladyship", and thanking him, I took it, and immediately passed it back, for including in the papers of the farm for safe keeping. Peter playing the part in full then addressed the three horrors of my life saying, "her Ladyship has withdrawn welcome to you, and requested your leaving this house, will you leave peacefully?" And with that, they left. All I could say was, "And the next person to call me 'Your Ladyship' or any other such title, will be kicked somewhere soft and painful." All of daddy's old cronies' laughed loudly, and one distant cousin asked if that old title still had standing. Uncle Tony stated that yes, it still had standing, with old Tobias using it twice to my knowledge. I asked when, as he had never done it in my presence, and uncle Tony said, "The time he and I got back from our escapade in France, and we took 2 showgirls from the Palladium to Claridge's of London for dinner, bloody good wheeze that was, impressed the hell out of the Maitre D, and got us a table straight away." Then he fingered his moustache, winked to all there, and continued, "It impressed the hell out of the two girls as well."

 

Chapter 23

Everyone drifted off gradually, and by 8pm, we were all alone. Our bags still packed ready, a minibus booked for Gatwick, and the caterer's finishing the last of the cleaning. All of the grief I felt, the worries, fears, stresses, and yes, hate, of the last couple of weeks, suddenly broke the dam. I sat on the settee in the living room and sobbed. The more I tried to stop myself, the more I sobbed, I couldn't stop it no matter how I tried. Gaston carried me upstairs, undressed me, and then himself, and spent the whole night holding me close. We rose early, showered dressed and packed the final bits, and Peter had a light breakfast for us, with plenty of coffee, before the minibus arrived. I hugged Peter closely, thanking him for all he had done, and making sure he had both of my French phone numbers, we boarded our transport for Gatwick. I held Julie on my lap, and leant heavily on Gaston. The journey of just under three hours was helped by the lack of traffic, and we arrived a good hour and a half early. We ate lightly at the airport, having checked in first, and by 3pm, was pulling into the drive of the house. Patricia ran to meet us, holding me close, and almost starting me sobbing again. This lovely sweet girl had prepared all sorts of food for us, even getting pastries from our favourite bistro. Because of the airport food, we had hardly eaten really, just snacked, and now, all that she had prepared was ripped apart. Once we had all settled, and was sat with coffee, she passed me the book of phone messages, which Gaston suggested I tackle in the morning, after a hopefully better nights sleep now I was back home. I thought and yes, he was right, so we just kicked back and chilled, finished the coffee, and started on the wine. Gaston's phone beeped with a message just once, it was JP asking if we were all back safe, and requesting just either a yes or no reply, which he would pass to the others. Claude and Andrea made their excuses to leave, as now, we all needed our respective personal time, and I couldn't thank them enough for all they had done in being there. Andrea told me that she wouldn't have felt in the least bit right if she hadn't been there, and Claude, telling me that what they did was for a friend. I had tears at their leaving. I snuggled on Gaston's lap, with Julie on mine, David was cuddling with Felice and Janey, and Janey was cuddled to Patricia. I looked around at us all, and said, "my god, what a family we all are." it made us all smile, and stopped the feeling of unease, where no-one knows what to say. Patricia listened intently as David and Julie became more animated, and told her about when they all found out about my title. With me reiterating that it is not used. But Felice then said that it should be. With the shop and stuff. I wasn't sure, I hadn't heard of the French being much for titles, and was doubtful if it would serve any purpose. I looked at Gaston and he shrugged, he said that there are some who still believe in titles, but that I was right, not many bother. And then said he was going to call his father, as they hadn't spoken for three weeks nearly. He slid out from under me, kissed my head, and went to the patio to make his call. We were all the worse for wear really, eyes were drooping, heads nodding, this had affected all of us. Gaston returned and asked how I felt about a special, and very private dinner tomorrow night. At his father's invitation. I gulped visibly at that news. He had never mentioned his father at all, and I knew his mother had passed away at an early age, and thought the same had happened to his father too. I asked what time I needed to be ready, so as to start a good 4 hours beforehand, and he chuckled saying 8pm, at the restaurant we first met at. I said OK, I'd be honoured to meet your father. And we all went to bed, and I know full well, now I was at last back home and relaxed, I slept so soundly it hurt to wake in the morning.

Gaston was already up, using his mobile and the house phone, busy with calls to many places. I made fresh coffee, and as it finished brewing, the others came downstairs sleepily. We all slouched on the settee, sipping coffee, with David and Julie having juice, when Janey's phone trilled. It was Bertrand, asking if she were ok, and asking to see her that evening, I took the list of messages, and called them back in order. Anais, Michelle, Elena, Madame F, and even JP. All relieved that I was back now, and as I told them all, I was relieved to be back. I insisted on a visit to the bistro for a light breakfast, with even Gaston suddenly telling those he was speaking to on the phone's, that I must be feeling a whole lot better to be thinking of my stomach, as all the time in UK I hardly ate. I was, and told him so, yes, I did feel better, and it was because I was back home with my new family all intact. Gaston and David were the only ones dressed, all five of us girls just had bathrobes on, and towels on our heads, so we went upstairs to dress. I was looking through my clothes here, when Gaston came in, and placed his arms around me from behind, and with his hands on my tummy, asked me to wear something sort of tight, something to show off my growing bump. Shocked, I asked if he was sure, as once revealed it could never be hidden again. He smiled and kissed me, show it, he said. So I did, a peach dress with a matching suspender belt and stockings, and a pair of matching 5 inch heels. A complete outfit that Gaston bought me that first morning. Even I was surprised how it showed tummy off, and Gaston loved it. When we joined the others, they all looked, and said that there would be no turning back after this. Gaston waived it off, saying that people would soon know one way or the other, and that he wanted David to travel with him to the bistro. So there I was, relegated to the 'girls car'. we pulled up at the bistro, and the owner was all over me, as soon as he spotted my bump, taking my arm, and leading me to a chair, making sure I was sat comfortably. He offered me the belated condolences and very best wishes of himself and all the staff at the bistro, and hoped that now I was back, my plans would all come to fruition. I was overwhelmed, insomuch as to find that, others had taken care to inform people of sad time. Later, living here, I was to find many things that proved right, my decision to return and stay her. As Gaston and David entered, Gaston was congratulated upon my 'condition' and I couldn't help the smile of seeming to say 'I told you so'. David sat beside Janey, and whispered something to her, causing her to smile and nod. I mentioned that It was a shame that Claude and Andrea weren't with us, as to me, it felt that our family wasn't complete. Gaston then said, "not for long", with a smile, and we all heard the roar of a sporty engine come into the square. This time it was an electric blue Lamborghini, and Claude pulled up right outside the bistro. Asking Gaston, I found that Claude's greatest material pride, was his collection if sports cars, that formed a very impressive stable. They bounded into the shop, full of news, and once sat with us, soon told us, that they had actually set a date for their wedding. Hugs and congratulations were exchanged, and David said that he wasn't going to be there, unless he got to kiss the bride AND the bridesmaids. I found that so funny in itself, as did the others, but Janey play scolded him for that comment. Claude looked at David and replied that there would be no problem at all, as all the bridesmaids were going to be Andreas old wrinkly aunties. That made David think twice, and increased our laughter.

We chatted over coffee and pastries, and I was intrigued at the amount of activity at the shop entrance, having a good view from where I sat, and Claude said JP would meet us later to show us around. I then mentioned that I would have to contact Madame F about the cutting tables, and machines needed and all the other accoutrements for display and such like. Felice asked If I wished her to contact any of the former staff regarding sales assistants, and I said of course, you know the girls better than anyone else. I was getting excited at thoughts of what it would all turn out to look like. Andrea asked if I had given any thoughts before we had to rush to the UK, about the overall look of the interior, and advertising stuff, and I mentioned that I had met Elena, who had an interior design company of her own, and also that Michelle owned her own IT company, dealing with web based technology, and web site design. Both were in quite high demand, but I expressed hopes of being able to get them on board with the set out. At about 11am, we walked over to the building, and I looked at the grand facia JP and his guys had revealed from behind the boarding's of the previous occupant, when most of the front had been covered to conceal the interior from prying eyes. Although a view of the interior was blocked by screens, these new screens were on the inside now, and the whole front was opened to reveal large windows and two double doorway entrances. A phone call from Gaston as we had left the bistro, had brought JP to the door to meet us, and beckon us inside. I was shocked. TOTALLY impressed at the work he and his crew had completed in just 3 weeks. Everywhere, the walls were white, the floors sanded back to a pale beech wood planking, and ceilings cleaned, and painted white. JP explained that this 'whiteout', which was all over the building now, allowed for his crew to work in maximum light, so seeing everywhere to make working easier, and also to allow for colours to be added later. He led us to the basement, and I was surprised at the tables already there. He explained that Madame F, had shown him various images of how she would have the work area set out, and it was a simple matter to build all the shelving for cloth storage, and the cutting tables from scratch, and in the exact positions she said she needed. At the foot of the stairway to the basement, on the left hand side, three large cubicles had been built, these being for measuring/fitting rooms. The working area opened out to the front and right of the stairs. In the very wall itself furthest from the stairway, was a large roller shutter door, that opened onto the delivery bay, for lorries bringing fresh materials. And the whole ceiling above what was to be the machinists area, and directly over the cutting tables, had extra strip lights fitted. JP then insisted that we ignore the various floors, as all were in the same manner of décor for now. And wanted to show us the roof next. All permissions from the local authority, had been a breeze, as they were more than happy to have the ugly eyesore, of closed off and blacked out windows turned back again to a genuine shop. JP had even felt out the licensing dept concerning the Adult area, and told the guy he dealt with about my INSISTING, on a uniformed concierge, to prevent minors from seeing that area. And the guy had immediately given JP a list and description, of an access way that would be very acceptable. I said to JP, that he was seriously in need of colour choice, and he agreed.

I called Elena for the second time that day. I explained that I had an ongoing project with which I needed advice with, concerning colours and suchlike, and she said to hell with it, she was bored with taxation paperwork, and would be right over, where was I. I told her, and she hesitated before saying, so, that IS you then. I giggled, and she said that she would be about 15 minutes. While we waited for Elena, Gaston asked if I had intended on using any form of signs on the front of the building. I said no, nothing at all. Just small signs in the corners of the windows. The roof area was railed off completely, cleaned and shining, the new stairway and extension to the fire escape all set and ready. The view over the square and the beach was quite stunning, and it had proved that, when JP had managed to inspect the roof, he found it was already ballustraded and railed off, all of which just needed cleaning and minor repairs. Elena arrived as we got back to the ground floor, and as soon as she saw the insides, she immediately said NOT to paint anything. With the total cost of paints and application, coupled with changing tastes and a need to do major changes within the shop areas, it would be cheaper in the long run to use cloth to colour the walls utilising battens to hold the cloth in place. That was the only painting would be of the battens themselves. Drapes she assured us would be cheaper, and also faster to change colours, with the added benefit of cutting down the smell when decorating. The only necessity she saw, was for four spotlight, facing downwards on each of the support columns, thus allowing mannequins to be displayed underneath. Other than that, the whole interior was perfect for her thoughts on cloth drapes. I asked her to think first along the lines of autumn colours, and to chat with JP about the lighting. I then gave her my address, and asked if she was free that evening to chat. She said she'd be there. Next, while the others went food shopping, Gaston took me to Madame F's home. I asked her about her thoughts of the workshops, and she said that as soon as we can get the area signed off, she had 4 machinists, and a very experienced cutter ready to start. I asked and was told, the machines costing, along with the peripheries needed, and asked her to order what was needed for delivery soonest. She then showed us a total of 40 designs for dresses, tops, and jackets she had drawn. I looked at her and smiled. Don't ask me I said, design and manufacture is YOUR department. She asked me why I was prepared to give her so much scope with it all, and I told her that it was because the other seamstresses who altered and primped, were all the sort who liked to look down on people, made everyone wait, offered no assistance with choices, and offered no real help as 'people'. Whereas SHE on the other hand, doing all this from home, HAD time for people, and sat and discussed her prospective clients needs and desires, all the while treating even 'companions' as human beings. I included that, all things taken, SHE was the kind of person that deserved help to find a break, into what was after all a very competitive and often snobbish market. She asked if I was going to be running the shop, and I shook my head, saying that a friend of mine she had met briefly was going to be appointed that task. ONCE I let her know, that is. I added with a smile. Madame F looked at Gaston quizzically, and he just smiled, and shrugged. I asked how many dresses she had made so far, and she showed me nine in my size, and nine in Andrea's size. Plus eight each in various sizes for the off the peg range, totalling 48 in number, and saying that her supply of material was now almost depleted. Gaston called a member of the group, and asked for a quick price for cloth. He was told that it would be impossible to make a decision, as he needed the exact weights and style, so Gaston set up a meeting for us and Madame F to come by and sort out. Once he had hung up, he told her the name of his friends company, and she gasped, saying that she had never before been able to get into their warehouse, as it was considered the more exclusive of places. Gaston replied that now, she would have the entire run of the place. As not only did Marcus import from all over the world, he also owned the adjoining silk printers and dyers.

 

Chapter 24

Things were going along really fast I told Gaston as we drove home, it was almost frightening, and if he hadn't been there, I do think I would have folded at the first hurdle. He took my hand, squeezing softly, and said that it was all part of his great plan to keep me there, and I said, in that case, keep planning like it. At 7.55pm that evening, Gaston's driver rolled sedately to a halt at the restaurant. His driver, walked to the back door and opened it to allow Gaston to exit, and then I, taking Gaston's proffered hand. We had both dressed formally for this dinner, with my outfit again chosen by Gaston, to snugly show off my early state of pregnancy. On entering the doors, I saw it was almost a full house, and we were shown to his father's table, a man who, to my eyes, looked stern, and somewhat unforgiving. Here I was presented to his father with the words from Gaston being loud enough for all there to hear, "Carole, I present my father, Comte Raoul Carl de Vielliers." I stood a little shocked, Gaston's father a Count? Gaston then continued, with a somewhat triumphant grin on his face, "Father, I present the Lady Carole Anne Lynnthorpe, Countess of Heartwood. That's in England," he added with a grin. Now it was his father's turn to look shocked. But he rose, took my offered hand and actually bowed to kiss my fingers. The entire gathering of diners in the restaurant, were screaming in their silence, as I and the Count exchanged the formal pleasantries demanded of our respective privileges. Count Raoul had me sit directly opposite him, while he remained standing, and publicly berated Gaston, for not forewarning him of my station. Gaston's shoulders were shaking up and down in mirth, he trying hard, and succeeding in not directly laughing at his father, who then apologised for his previously surly demeanour. I waived it away, telling the Count that I hadn't even thought to tell Gaston about my own entitlement, as my late father never used it at all around me, and that it was a forgotten relic of a past family history, only raised, I had found out, by my father's need to secure tables at certain eateries, where he had not made a reservation. After this moment, I found Count Raoul to be as charming, welcoming, and friendly as my lover.

It was Wednesday evening, some six and a half weeks after we had returned to France from the UK, that found, David and Julie enrolled in the local school, the shop's stock of cloth was full, dressmaking was in full swing, the owner of my favourite bistro had accepted the offer of running the snack area on the roof, the 'Adult Product' area was full again of fetish wear, BDSM furnishings, toys, and erotic jewellery. Patricia's 'style' area of nail and makeover booths was ready. All manner of lingerie in place. And we were ready for opening, in just two days starting at 9am on a Saturday morning. Felice had arranged staff for the clothing, lingerie, and accessories, of which she was in charge, the instore franchises of millinery and footwear, installed and full, and we had just been awarded our fire certificate from the Pompadours. As I had wanted, there was no sign on the front of the shop anywhere, except that each of the huge plate glass front windows, in the bottom left corner, had the name of the shop in plain black Edwardian Script, only 4 inches high, and underneath the names of myself as owner, Felice, as Manageress, and Madame F as Seamstress, looking like:- RomAntique Proprietor; C.A. Lynnthorpe Manageress: F.D. Giraud Seamstress: Madame Franny

My intent to keep all as minimalist as possible. The three mannequins in each window were already dressed, with only the 'curtains' screening them from view, needing to be raised at each window. I was nervous, to say the least. I stood on the ground floor, having a final look round, there was nothing any of us could do now. All had been done, all had been checked and double checked. Every person who would be working this coming Saturday morning was here, this having been the final, and so 'Dress Rehearsal', Gaston, standing at the door with the rest of our closest loved ones asked loudly, "Nervous Carole?", I replied honestly, and with equal volume, "Bloody terrified." The uniformed security guard, checked outside for camera's, and on his signal all the staff exited the store, my being the last to leave. Behind me, the locks were locked, and save the shift changes, and Saturday's staff entries, those doors would remain locked until opening. Madame Franny's staff of cutter's and machinist's would use the basement entrance to finalise some outfits that staff members would be wearing as a living display. Her initial team of one cutter and four machinists, had increased to two cutters and nine machinists, with three of them having vast experience in bespoke lingerie making, and two in the making of bespoke foundation corsetry. With the help of Michelle, there was also a very comprehensive website, listing ALL of our products, and offering an excellent mail order service on all goods and services. This was still closed for now, to be set as open on the morning. Also on the web pages was our request for would be designers to submit their work for consideration of purchase.

I, sadly, could no longer wear my beloved tightly laced corsets, but at least I now had pretty bustier's, of soft silk and lace, in a whole variety of pastel shades, that would accommodate easily, my growing baby. Janey also had taken to wearing the same, as like mine, her tummy grew. Together, we also found, that as our joint pregnancies progressed, so our sexual appetites increased, much to the delight of Gaston and David , and also the rest of our beautiful family, totalling seven in number. Our joint relationships had, over the weeks, deepened dramatically. Gaston and I had indeed become closer in all we did. He had spoken with David about my baby, and it had been agreed by us all, that to all intents and purposes, Gaston, would be listed as the father, with only us seven knowing the real truth, and vowing our silence. Gaston also wanted no other female in his life except us, here at home. I had not even attempted a relationship with another guy, I had no need. All I wanted of male sexual company was here, waiting for me. Janey had her times with her Bertrand, a man accepted by all of Gaston's close group, and although in his late 50's now, he liked his times with Janey, as much as she with him. He knew of her pregnancy, as did all others now, all believing it from a guy in the UK, who when told, wanted nothing to do with it. Only us seven knowing the true father, and we kept our silence. Of Julie, it was decided by her and Janey, that she should use the oral contraceptive pill. This was because, with Gaston so often with us, HE could have been accused of any pregnancy that affected her. Often, when home during the week, Julie would join either David, with Janey, Felice and Patricia, or she would join Gaston and I. Yes, she was now comfortably able to take three quarters of Gaston's cock easily in her now 10 year old pussy, and ALL of it in her bum. Janey, when not with Bertrand, would also divide her time between David's bed and ours. Felice and Patricia though, they only ever slept with David, and happily, both had missed THEIR last period. Julie herself, SHE had turned into a complete preteen Dominatrix of the first order. At every opportunity, Michelle was worshipping the very ground Julie walked on. Things did get rather embarrassing there. Michelle all but wanted to have Julie run everything in her life, and the thing is, Julie wanted it too. However, we had managed to convince them both of a compromise that kept things in perspective. Julie now spent her weekends at Michelle's, with Michelle being totally dominated by Julie, and her bum and titties were never without bruises. And always on display. Of the times when Julie had brought her pet slut home, she had always had her being fucked by David, and we were all waiting to hear that Michelle had missed her period too. Elena still wanted the training brought to her by submission, and I had worked once a week with her young lover Thibou, giving her what she wanted. He turned out to be a 16 year old, with a high sex drive, and on my instructions had complimented Elena at every opportunity, this doing wonders for her confidence. The greatest boost being when he (with my guidance), convinced her to try for real, a short and spiky pixy hair cut. Once she had it, he was all over her, saying she was beautiful, gorgeous, and his friends giving her wolf-whistles whenever they saw her. Elena had turned into a 34, going on 17 year old. Her height and build combining to give the impression of youth. She had taken to wearing the shortest miniskirts possible whenever she was with Thibou, and always with her bum cheeks on show as she walked, her skirts fluttering along the creases at the tops of her thighs. Now she KNEW that guys looked, and liked what they saw. Her working day outfits consisted of skirts that only just covered her stocking tops, and she was always measuring and stretching to show more, and enjoying the attention that brought her, from women, as well as males. I, well, as I said, my sex drive had gone through the roof. Whenever Elena knew she was going to be working on a commission for a female, she always made sure that her continually bruised bum was seen, as did Michelle in her work. This obviously elicited comments from those interested, and after a certain amount of schooling, Patricia and I had quite a few numbers on our phones.

In the few weeks that we had been back in France, I had been able to amass enough money, that along with the accumulated interest I received from my trust, during the same period, that I had comfortably been able to pay JP for the materials and work his company did, the machines needed, the materials for clothing and lingerie, the ready made lingerie and corsets that stocked the shop, and a large quantity of adult toys. The entire operation of stocking the shop, had personally set me back nearly all of my liquid assets. Had I been liable to personally finance the entire set up, I wouldn't have been able to cope with the expense of the millinery and shoes, the fetish wear of latex and leather, the BDSM furniture and erotic jewellery. With these set as instore franchises, I had managed. Patricia had used her own finances to set her style franchise to ready. Ordering in a two tier system of makeup. One was a 'normal' set of every type needed that could be bought from normal retailers. The other, well, that was of the highest quality possible. A system that was ONLY available to those in the trade know how, and with large budgets. Because it hadn't taken a lot of time for Patricia to set her franchise to ready, once JP's crew had built it, she had taken my advice about giving quick makeovers for free on market days to passing ladies, mainly picking the ones who looked as if it is something they would happily pay for, on a regular basis. Friday morning, we were having breakfast at home, Gaston had left for the golf club, Patricia was getting ready for her last day of using the market place as advertising, Felice was sitting with Janey, looking through a fashion magazine at prices, and David and Julie were at school. It was a lovely, lazy, end of summer morning. I answered my ringing mobile to Elena, she was breathing a little heavily, and I asked her what was wrong, she squealed then, and said something to another person obviously close by. She told me that, at this house she had come to, the woman who owned it, had her head between her legs, and had just made her cum, hence the squeal. I roared with laughter. This woman had just moved here from America, and wanted her living room, hallway and bedroom decorated to the highest order. Well, Elena said, as she was standing on a chair, measuring the window bay, Karen, had seen her marked bum, and commented. Karen had wanted t know if there was a fetish club here for her to get those marks, and Elena told her about me. Elena was actually in the process of describing me as an immensely strict Dominatrix, when Karen couldn't listen anymore and dropped to her knees and begged Elena to allow her to make her cum. Having orgasmed four times now, she was quite literally asking for 'backup' so to speak. I was almost wetting myself, and being at a loose end this morning, and feeling as horny as hell, asked if she wanted me to come over for a chat with Karen. She did, and told me the address. I said I'd be about 45 minutes, and hung up. Janey and Felice wanted to know if I was going to be back for lunch, and I said not to bother for me, as I would only be late anyway most likely, and went upstairs to get ready. I was feeling particularly naughty, so, with a lemon silk and lace bustier and lemon stockings clipped to the suspender straps from it, I put on a pleated lemon minidress, that had the hem flapping under my buttocks, and rode high at the front, because of my preggy bump. Matching high heeled shoes, and I chose a thong that was so tiny, it only just covered my pussy slit, and was as transparent as my stockings. Over that, I wore my retro 60's cape and cap. I took my purse, and placed my phone and bits in it, including 300 Francs. Downstairs I called a cab, and took my riding crop, and a full set of wrist and ankle straps with cords. A soft leather collar and leash completed the set.

 

Chapter 25

The house was only about a 15 minute walk from mine, on the same road out of town, and set back nicely from the road with a large sweeping driveway. Elena's car was still there, and she opened the door as the cab pulled away. In greeting, I kissed Elena deeply, her kiss and feel of her, making my pussy twitch as always. She told me that Karen was in the kitchen making coffee, and that she, Elena, had told her about the tradition of gifts in envelopes. Sadly, Elena had to go, as her sojourn with Karen had set her back by over an hour. We kissed again in goodbye, and I told her NOT to forget tomorrow's opening, or else I'd chain her to the front of her car naked in the town square, and let all the local males do as they wanted to her. She laughed, and skipped to her car, calling out after her "Promises, promises." Then got in her car and drove away waving. I walked through the house, following the smell of the coffee. In the kitchen was a wet pussy dream standing there staring at me. She was of mixed race, European and Japanese, I thought then, which later proved to be a good guess on my part. Huge eyes, short black hair cut in a cutie girlie bob, flawless skin, slim with hardly any titties at all, but with nipples not much smaller than mine, and about 5 inches shorter than me in her bare feet. I asked if she was Karen, and she nodded saying that she was. I introduced myself and asked if she was comfortable with me being there. She smiled and told me that Elena had told her a lot about me. And that she was actually pleased I was there. I smiled too , and then mentioned that her coffee smelt gorgeous, but a little different. She quickly poured me a cup, and added a sprinkling of fresh grated ginger. I raised an eyebrow at this, but stirred it, sniffing the aroma, and finally taking a sip. The taste was fresh. The bite of the ginger really waking the taste buds up. I liked it, but as I said to Karen, I couldn't drink too much of it. She smiled and offered me a seat at the table. We both sat, and I asked her how she had come to be here with us. She had been sent here by her parents, to hopefully keep her out of trouble. There had been a fetish party, and she had been photographed sucking a girls pussy, while being fucked from behind by some guy. The photo had been used in a court to close the venue down. Also, although she, Karen had worn a mask, her parents had recognised her from the tattoo she had on her bum and thigh. The photo, with appropriate 'censor' squares, strategically placed, had been published in the main newspaper. Full on front page. And with her father being one of the biggest private oilfield owners, AND trying to stand for election to the USA Senate, a scandal is the last thing he needed. I was giggling all through, thinking how her father must have coughed and spluttered over his breakfast coffee, and told her so. Karen giggled too then. I asked her what her limits and preferences were. She looked into my eyes, and said she loved to be humiliated, paraded, used, and above all to be whipped, hard enough that the bruises remained and showed for days after. As she looked down at the table, blushing at her confession, I took the riding crop from inside my cape, lifted it, and slapped it hard on the table. She jumped up straight, hard, her eyes flashing with a fear that was deeply imbedded. Her breath was shallow and sharp, and she was trembling from head to toe. She had also pee'd herself. I stood, walked slowly to stand behind her, making sure she could see the crop all the time, and resting it on her shoulder, she looked right at it, and sobbed. I asked her why she was sobbing, telling her, that if I even thought she wasn't telling me the truth, I would use it on her wherever I could strike her. Her mouth opened and her sobbing turned to a high whining moan. Moving the crop to her neck, I stroked it to her cheek. I'm waiting Karen, and my patience is wearing thin. I told her. She was stuttering, and told me that the thought of the whip causing the pain scares her, even though she loves it. The feeling of the heat from the whip sending her crazy. But always the fear, she could never get over it. I asked her about the humiliation and the parading. She said that makes her cream her pussy, knowing that others could see her, even though deep down, she doesn't want to be seen, she likes it. She also likes to be forced to tell others what a fucking whore and slut she likes to be. I placed my left hand under her chin, turned her head to face me, and asked her if she is really a slut and a whore. She nodded and said, yes she was. I asked her how she thought she would react, if I tied her to a railing bent over, and persuaded any passing males to take turns in fucking her pussy and bum hole. She started to shake more, as if trying to bounce up and down on her seat, and whimpered that she wouldn't be able to stop herself cumming. I kissed her then, softly touching her lips with mine, increasing the pressure, and using my tongue to gently pry open her lips. Her eyes were closed, her head tilted back, and she moaned into my mouth.

I brought my left hand to her titties, found her nipples hard and erect, and through her top, I pinched one between finger and thumb, and slowly increased the pressure until she winced. I then pinched slightly harder, and pulled upwards, forcing her to her feet. Her hands and arms hung loosely at her sides, and I actually had her on tiptoes, whimpering softly in my mouth. Slowly, oh so slowly, a pulled my hand up and back, judging where the tag of the crop would land, and swiped her bum once with the crop, just as I stood away slightly, breaking the kiss, and releasing her nipple. Her eyes and mouth opened wide, and she screamed her pain, but stayed still. Unmoving, but shaking on the spot. I told her then, I was going to whip her all over, and she was going to beg me for more and more. I was going to use her mouth to piss in, and whip her pussy as I was doing it. Her mouth was shut but she was moaning in long low bursts. I told her I was going to have dogs fuck her cunt and cum inside her. And she was still going to beg for more. And all of this was going to be done in public, where anyone could see. And with those words, she squeezed her thighs tightly together, leant forwards and grabbed the table to stop herself from falling, then pee'd on the floor and orgasmed. I didn't stop there. I took a handful of her deliciously silky hair, pulled her sharply backwards, and forced her head forwards so she could see the puddle of pee she had left there. "Look you slut, LOOK what you have done. All over the tiles. YOU did it, and you are going to clean it up." I forced her to her knees, and made her use her mouth to suck into the puddle with. As she took her third suck of the puddle, I struck her with the crop on the other buttock to the first. Her body jerked, and she threw back her head screaming as loud as the first time, and started to thrust her hips back and forth and came again. I let her calm down, and then as she was still shaking, I helped her to her feet, placed the crop on the table, took her face in my hands, looked at her beautiful face, and kissed her deeply, pulling her close to me, holding her in my arms, running my fingers through her hair. Her hands still hung limp at her sides, and she was shuddering in spasms. Actually cumming in my arms as I kissed her. I stroked her hair, held her to me, and calmed her. Once her shaking had subsided, I gently helped her to remove the sweater dress she was wearing. Beneath she was naked. Delicious to look at. Delicious to touch. I asked her to lead me to the bathroom, which she did. I made her stand with her hands on her head, and her feet about a meter apart. The standing in front of her, I removed my cape. I watched her eyes and they widened as she took in my braless titties, the wet stains forming at my nipples from my milk leaking, her eyes moving lower, taking in my swelling tummy, the way it was forcing my skirt to lift enough to actually show my thong. And then her face registered the fact, that my pussy was soaking wet, my thong so soaked, that my juices were running down my thighs. I took a warm, wet, soapy face cloth, and started to wash around her thighs and pussy. I rinsed her off with plenty of water, and then took a towel down and dried her legs, thighs and pussy. I ordered her to kneel, and as she did, I stood close, knowing she could smell my pussy aroma, I took her head in both my hands, straddling her kneeling form, my left hand now at the back of her head, with my right, I reached under the hem of my dress, and pulled the thong from my pussy. I then gently pulled her head closer to me, telling her, that now, I am going to pee in her mouth, and that she is going to drink all I gave her. She replied with a shaking voice, "Ooh yes Miss," and I pulled her mouth against my pussy, and as I felt her tongue slowly enter me, I released a gentle flow of urine into her mouth. Karen swallowed, everything, moaning and licking, and for the first time, she moved her hands, softly held my bum, and pulled me to her harder. As I was peeing, as she was drinking, she came on the floor at my feet. When I had finished peeing, I had to pull myself from her lips, I held out my hand, and helped her stand on shaky legs. I led her to her living room, sat on the settee, and eased her down besides me on my right. I then pulled gently on her shoulders, and turned her, so she lay with her shoulders on my lap, her head cradled in the crook of my left arm, pulled down the top of my dress exposing my left titty. Karen gasped, her eyes wide, her body shaking as she saw droplets of milk leaking from my nipple, and I lifted my titty, offering the nipple to her lips. She opened her mouth, and I slipped my nipple past her sweet red lips. As her lips closed on it, her eyes closed, and she suckled. Suckled softly as I felt my milk come down, and start to flow into her mouth. I felt a wave of ecstasy wash outwards from my nipple, her lips creating the vacuum that drew my nipple deeper into her mouth. And I cooed to her, encouraging her to suckle stronger. I started a slow rocking motion, while holding her tightly to me. Telling her what a good baby she was. How pretty she was. How much I wanted to lick her pussy, and feel her orgasm on my tongue. And I rocked her, cooed to her, held her close, some more. She cried then. Karen continued her suckling and drinking my milk, as tears ran from both eyes, real tears. I stroked her face, shading her closed eyes with my hand, from the sun outside. And I rocked her then, softly telling her how much I loved to feel her drinking my milk. Karen's left arm slowly snaked around my waist, and she held me. Softly pulling me close to her. And she carried on crying and suckling. After a while, I helped her shift to lay the other way, and held her to my right nipple, and she suckled me again. Strong, rhythmic sucks, that sent thrills through me. Karen started to sigh contentedly. Stroking her hair with my left hand, I again told her she was a good baby, that her sucks felt nice, all the way from my nipple to my pussy. And she truly gave a great sigh of pure contentment. After a while like this, I gently eased my nipple from her mouth, shifted my own position slightly, and kissed her milky lips, tasting my own milk, using my tongue against hers, responding to her twisting tongue with twists of my own. After long minutes of gentle sensual kissing, I pulled away from her lips, and smiling into her eyes, I asked her if she was any happier now. Karen answered, that what I had just done to her was the most loving, most sensual, most erotic thing that had ever happened to her. That she now felt totally obliged to me for the feeling running through her. Rearranging our positions, I lay alongside her on the settee, holding her tightly to me, using little butterfly kisses on her eyelids. And together we relaxed right there. We lay there like that for nearly half an hour, just relaxing, giving each other gentle little pecking kisses. Suddenly, Karen buried her head in my shoulder, and really cried. Not just the tears on their own, she cried.

Her sobbing, wracking through her body, her oh so pretty almond shaped eyes screwed tight shut, Karen lay there besides me snuggled into my arms. And I held her. Letting her get, encouraging her to get, whatever it was that troubled, her out of her system. I never even attempted to rush her, just held her there, telling her she was safe in my arms, kissing her hair gently, and she clung to me, like a child that had fallen and hurt so bad. It took the best part of an hour of cuddling, and reassuring, but Karen calmed, stopped crying, and thanked me continually. We got up from the settee, and hand in hand we went to the kitchen. I sat her at the table, and set the coffee maker working. I made coffee for us without the ginger, and sat beside her closely. This time that coffee was delicious. Karen leant her head on my shoulder, and, with a little sort of giggle, asked me if I was a psychotherapist as well. I lay my head on hers, and giggled myself, saying that no, I wasn't a therapist of any kind. I explained a little about Elena, and that I nearly got what she needed totally wrong, and that was the reason, with Karen, I had to ask those questions. I had to be sure, that I never make that mistake again. Dominance and submission was such a close and personal act, serious damage could so easily be done. Karen nodded then, saying that a lot of damage had already been done to her in a way. A boyfriend at college used a vibrator taped onto her clitty, having tied her bent over a table. Then he switched it on, and every time she started to cum, he whipped her buttocks with a ruler. After a while, she would get to the point of orgasm, and as soon as the strike was made, she came, repeating that orgasm with each stroke. But the thing that made her feel disgusted with herself, is that she loved it. Wanted more and more. And now, she realises that IF she could have that chance of at least once a week, being treated that way, she feels calm, within herself calm, and loves her life. But if denied that once a week treat, she gets to feel rejected, and wants to do ANYTHING for that release. That was the reason she went to that club, and just offered herself for total abuse. And now, she has to be away from her family and friends, and has to start all over with rebuilding her life. I told her that, maybe this is a new start, to make sure that this time, she does it right. Her mobile was on the table. I took it and entered my number. I told her, use this number, even if I cannot get to you, I'll try to talk at least. And IF you want to do this again, if possible, I'll try to bring someone very special with me, who has learned a lot from and with me. I then told her about Patricia, and also about the shop opening tomorrow morning. Pop in for a look, you'll be most welcome, I explained about the dress styles, the lingerie, and about the erotic piercing that she found so interesting on my clitty hood, I even said that if it was her thing, and she found herself a little girlfriend, then the adults only area had lingerie in the smallest of sizes too. She asked if that was popular here, and I said that my friends daughter absolutely LOVES her lingerie. It was now nearly 6pm, and time for me to leave. I explained to Karen, that I had to get up early for the opening, so that's why. She nodded and leant in kissing me. Thanks for being here, and thanks for taking such care in what you did. You only swatted me twice, and that was it. I agreed, saying it was probably the whole scenario, combining to bring the full release. I straightened my dress, and put my cape back on as the cab arrived. Karen walked me to the door, and kissing me again, watched as the cab drove away, while she hid behind the door. In my pocket was the envelope.

At home, I paid the driver, and as he left, I slipped open the envelope and counted 15 packets inside. As I was opening the door, Gaston pulled his car into the drive. I stopped and waited for him, and as he got out of the car and locked it, I took of the cape, and stood there with my thong on show along with my stocking tops and plenty of thigh. Gaston almost flew up the steps to the door, swept me up in his arms, and kissed me deeply, his hands roaming down, over my back and bum, bringing one hand to my titties, softly stroking and finding no bra, and my nipples still engorged and erect. Down to my tummy, feeling all around my bump, then down to my thong, stroking over it, before slipping his fingers inside and diddling my clitty right on the doorstep. I orgasmed in his arms, right on the doorstep, his fingers entering my pussy as I orgasmed right there in full view of anyone walking by, and I didn't care. I moaned loudly into his mouth, my left leg was wrapped around his waist, my pussy wide open for his attentive fingers. I wanted to be fucked and I was cumming. As one orgasm subsided, so another took it's place. On and on it went, I couldn't stop, I didn't want it to stop. I still kept cumming. Gaston picked me up by placing both his hands on my bum, and with my left leg wrapped round him already, I then did the same with my right lag. My arms around his neck, holding us close, he carried me through the door, and straight up the stairs, The others were all on the settee's and giggling. Into the bedroom, and on the bed, he lay me on my back, and I reached to my thong and simply ripped it off. Both of us now were fumbling with his belt and waistband, getting in each others way. As his belt and button came undone, I reached for his cock, rock hard and with precum oozing from the tip. I pulled Gaston on top of me, I remember I was in a total fuck frenzy. As he was positioning himself I was wiggling under him trying my hardest to get that cock in my pussy, and with a sudden upwards thrust, the breath whooshed from my lungs. My legs around his waist, and ankles locked around his back, I fucked back at him as hard as he fucked into me. My next two orgasms were rapidly one on top of the other. I was shouting for him to fuck me harder, and my third cum was one that wouldn't end. It peaked and held there, my body trembling all over, and he came inside me. His sperm shooting in wads into my pussy. I felt his sperm squeezed back out of my tight pussy, and dribble down and over my sphincter. Only when my lovers thrusts subsided, did my own cum calm, and we lay there, both of us breathless. And I held his head, looked into his eyes, and as he smiled at me, I cried myself then. Gaston cried with me, we held each other tightly. We calmed, kissed deeply as if forever, then we showered, swiftly, once dried, I threw a loose dress over myself, and Gaston pulled on shorts and tee shirt. We went downstairs hand in hand, and at the bottom, we got a standing ovation from, Janey, Felice, Patricia, David Julie, and Claude and Andrea, with JP and Mumu. I had to sit on the floor I was laughing so much, my legs gave way from under me, and Gaston was actually taking bow. I had tears in my eyes from laughing so hard. Gaston was red faced, but laughing with the others. David and Claude helped me stand, and I made my shaky way to the settee. I said that Claude, Andrea, JP and Mumu, would be dining out on this tale for ages. And for some reason, everything that was said about it resulted in fits of laughter of all there. It took ages for us all to calm down, and for me, two cups of very strong coffee. As I calmed, I told Claude and JP, that they should feel sorry for Gaston, because he has to put up with my being like that more and more. And all because of my hormones making me oversexed. JP asked if that was a bad thing, and I replied that it had been happening at least 5 times a day. All four quickly looked at Gaston, and with me sitting on his lap, we both started laughing again at the looks they gave him. It was a very funny start to a raucous evening. That's what it was for us that night, a togetherness of laughter. Champagne was produced, as a precursor to the morning. In the fridge at the butchers shop were 10 cases of a middle of the road bubbly making sure it was nicely chilled. This was for any customers that wanted be measured up for bespoke items. I only had one glass with everyone and so did Janey, obvious reasons. I had also found a supplier to be able to get 30 punnets of strawberries, my idea to place the two halves of a freshly cut strawberry in a champagne glass, and then fill the glass. Our impromptu party ended at 11pm, with us bidding them goodnight, and Claude and Andrea, with JP and Mumu took off for their homes. We all went to bed, with Julie joining Gaston and I, she not being with Michelle this night as Julie was also going to be modelling some sweet little dresses during the day. In bed that night, I snuggled into Gaston, with Julie in the middle, and I slept with her suckling my nipples.

 

Chapter 26

The alarm sounded at 6 am, God what have I let myself in for. Showered, trying to wake up, coffee. Lots of coffee. And one more for luck. Felice and Patricia were next down, both fully dressed and ready. Felice saying that her boss would quite likely tie her over a table and whip her in full public view, if she were late. I agreed with her. It sounded about right. I had some fresh croissants delivered most mornings, and now the microwave sounded that the 30 seconds were up. As I removed the croissants, surprise enough, the others came down. I took me really until 7.45 before I fully was awake. By 8, we were all dressed and ready Felice already gone with Patricia. As we went outside, Gaston's driver opened eh door to the Bentley, and I chuckled as Gaston said that for an opening day, the proprietor at least, has to arrive in style. The five of us slid in to the luxurious interior, and off we went. There were three photographers there, from various sources, and the reporter from the region newspaper. The camera guys just asked us to pose by the door, and only needed about three or four shots each, and that was it. But the reporter got right up my nose. She demanded that it was her right to enter the shop before any customers arrived, and the photographers there ALL rolled their eyes skywards. I kept my voice calm, and asking the camera guys to witness what was said, I told the reporter that, had she asked as nicely as the photographers, to have a peep around before opening, so as to see and report without being jostled, I would have happily let her in, and shown her around myself. But demanding? Of ME?? No way. And when the security guard opened the door for us to enter, I took great pains to make sure that the reporter was barred for the whole day. I did tell the pompous cow, that as I had the witnesses of independent press photographers, I'd love for her to try and misreport this event. Even the photographers laughed. I did final walk rounds, all calm and cool. But as the time came close to opening, the more I became nervous. Gaston and Felice opened the security grilles that covered the windows, and I wanted to know if anyone was waiting outside. Gaston just shrugged, and my heart sank. But Felice's giggling told me different. I took a peep through the curtains and then wished I hadn't. It was packed. Exactly at 0900, on the Saturday morning, the curtains at the windows opened and the doors were unlocked and opened. It WAS a mad rush, for everybody wanting to get in to nose around, and I was glad they did. There were ladies of all ages, all sizes, and the sales staff were all ready with the same excuse that, if a lady was OVER a size UK18, EU46, then the lady was asked to allow her measurements to be taken, in private, and the dress of her choice would be made within 2 days, and come with NO size label. Over the weeks, that service became quite popular for some reason. Why was it done this way? Simple, space and storage. Also many larger ladies, too often try to fit into undersized garments, and hence are not comfortable. The ground floor was filled quite quickly, David was standing with Gaston, Claude and JP, and a lady of about 30, asked their general direction if there were any assistants to help her with measurements, and quick as a flash, David replied, "As long as it is measurements for lingerie, then I have that honour Mmselle," this lady actually blushed, and turned away, smiling broadly, and under her breath muttered 'if only, if only.' The three grown men actually pushed David to be in front of them. I have to say though, David always was a very pretty young man. Curly blond hair, cherubic face, and as he grew, so did his good looks. The finest thing about having machinists and cloth cutters working as the shop was open, was that as dresses sold, so replacements of that size and style were cut and machined. The hardest to replace with any speed, were the matching bolero jackets to go with some styles of dresses. But things went on. I moved down to the basement to check, and the three measuring rooms/fitting rooms were full, and had ladies waiting. Back upstairs, I had the men bring some soft seating from around the store, and we made a waiting area, with one of the sales assistants detailed to hand out numbered tickets in order arrival. All served with pink champagne, of course. Halfway through the morning I was buttonholed by two middle aged ladies asking if there was really any need of that 'Adult Only' floor. I told them, "As you ladies know full well, this whole building was blighted by a huge 'adult products' sign of huge proportions." They nodded agreement. "Also, the town's licensing authority, can only allow ONE such retail establishment." Again they nodded. "Well, by having that ONE establishment here, on the upper floor, out of sight, and, with a uniformed concierge to ensure that age limits are adhered too, I HOPE, I will be able to stop such prior signs blighting this shopping area again, and make sure that minors eyes are kept away." for some reason they fell for it. Hook, line and sinker. Gaston said that it was so logical an answer, it had to be true, and that I was doing the town a service. As it happens that floor took a lot of money, and orders. Felice had switched the website to open as the doors opened, and already, it was registering in the region of one thousand hits in less than three hours. Elena arrived, and was delighted that as a surprise for her work, at a preferred price, I had ordered a sign to fit on a board just inside the doors, reading:- Interior design by:- and Elena's name, plus business number. I also had a similar board for JP, and Michelle. As I watched, SOME people did take notes of various phone numbers, so it may have worked.

At 12.30, I needed to sit, relax and see how things were going, all over the store that is. With Gaston, Janey, and Felice, I climbed to the third floor, and saw more people there than I imagined there would be. Mostly ladies, but a few males as well. I was extremely pleased that all the franchisee's were actually too busy to stop and talk. The fetish lingerie section had quite a few blushing ladies browsing through, and I spotted a familiar dark haired head amongst the many. I walked over and sure enough, it was Karen, looking through the racks, and smiled inwardly as she stopped and admired the pretty extra small lingerie. Her hand stroked the bodice of one corset, and was pulled away sharply, with her looking around nervously,, not wanting to attract any attention to herself. I waited until she moved away from there before approaching her. Sneaking up behind her, feeling a little naughtiness within me, I placed both hands on her hips from behind, and told her to place her hands on her head. Karen jumped and let out a little squeal, causing a few ladies to look round, but did as she was told, her pretty face starting to colour slightly. I moved slowly round to stand in front of her, trailing my right hand from her hip, down over her buttocks, up to her left hip, and up her left side almost to her titties, but stopped, and removed my hand, bringing it to my other hand and held both together, just under my bump. I smiled and welcomed her, saying that she could put her hands down now, as she was gathering an audience. This caused her to look around at more than a few smiling faces, which seemed to be the cause of her knees buckling slightly. I took her hand in reassurance, telling her that most people on this floor more than likely, would be the last group of people to judge anyone, or be shocked. But still she reddened. I asked her if anything in particular had taken her attention, and her eyes immediately shot to the preteen lingerie. I giggled and told her that line had already sold seven outfits on the internet sales, but none here as yet. She smiled, saying that she wished she could have had something so sweet when she were younger. I asked her if she would like to join us for coffee on the roof, now indicating Janey and Felice, and looked for Gaston. As they approached, Janey told me that Gaston had been called away by a message on his phone. Oh well. I mentioned to Karen, that we were just about to try out the new rooftop bistro, then introduced each to the other, and asked Karen to join us. From here, we had to go back down one flight, and cross to the new stairwell to access the roof. Once there, I led us all to the bistro, and here I was thankful to the foresight of the franchisee, and a large table with a 'Reserved' sign on the red ropes that separated it from the rest of the area, had been set aside for our use, on this, our opening day. Once seated, I asked if all would join me in a lunch, because, if I didn't eat something soon, I would die of 'hungervation.' That mixed word had the desired affect of relaxing Karen a lot in our company, and then I explained to her, the more formal relationship that we three girls had together. I had watched Karen's reaction to what I was saying, and Janey's and Felice's additions to the conversation, and placed my hand over her's in assurance. I said to her, that she wasn't to worry at all, about the people I would introduce her to. The one's that I invite to this table, or any table, anywhere else, could ALL be trusted explicitly. Anything said or heard by the people I trust, stay's with us. Karen let out a very defined sigh of relief, and told us all that she had really needed to be told that. Her not knowing anyone here hardly, had caused her over the last few weeks she had been here, to almost go mad. But, that with what she had told me yesterday, she herself had been frightened of allowing anyone else to know, for fear of some form of attack or being ostracized from any contact with others. That was when I smiled, and told her that, as much as I truly loved and trusted both Janey and Felice, I had told neither of them anything at all of what she Karen, had confided in me. I also told her, those words can only come from her, not I. Felice then added, with Janey nodding, we all have things that get told only to those we trust. For instance, I share the bed of Janey's son, and he is 12 next Wednesday. Karen gasped, her hands coming to her mouth in surprise, and she looked at me, sitting there smiling and nodding. I said, so you see Karen, with the people that I hold close, you would never be judged or ignored, unless you cause harm. Karen stated that she never thought her innermost secrets could be told to another so readily, and not be broadcast as fun gossip to that persons friends, but insisted that she was very grateful to me for not telling. I replied softly, saying "if I told anyone else, and you found out, you would never tell me anything so important again. And that in itself would cause us never to meet again too." I explained how important having her trust was. To do the things she needed, as well as wanted, there had to be complete trust between us. So no, there was no way I would break that trust, even to Gaston, Janey, Felice, Patricia, David or Julie, what Karen had confided to me, was only for Karen to tell of.

We ate and drank coffee for a while, and shortly Felice said that she had to check on things inside, and disappeared. David and Julie came running up to us, and I introduced them to Karen. Claude, Andrea, JP and Mumu, appeared from the stair well door, and I told Karen, that the two couples, while trusted and very dear friends, knew nothing of our 'arrangements'. They were good, solid friends, but didn't share our desires. Karen smiled and nodded her understanding. Our four friends joined us, and introductions made all round, with I am glad to say, all straight away accepting Karen's being with us on her own rights, with them all so totally and graciously including her in all our conversation. But then, that was the strength of our friends. I looked at my watch and asked where Gaston could have gone. Claude said that he had been called by a particular message on his phone, which had taken his attention from everything, and caused him to almost jog out of the store. David was grinning like a jackanapes, and I felt deep down he knew something so, with all attention on him I tried to grill him. All David did, was to sit there, carry on grinning, and say that, we'll have to wait, and see when Gaston returns. He then folded his arms, and told us not to ask anymore, as he wouldn't tell anyway. It seemed a slight mystery was on our hands. David did make one concession. As I moved to stand, David said that no-one was to leave here, and that he, David was to do all he could keep us here, as when Gaston returns, he would be bringing Felice and Patricia with him. Now I was totally at a loss. It was Andrea who saw them first. Not only was Felice and Patricia with Gaston, so was Madame Franny and his father. I stood to greet the Count, as indeed did all except Janey and Karen at first, and was surprised, in that he seemed to ignore the greetings of even Claude and JP, and came straight to me, with a huge beaming smile. He took my hand and made his immaculate bow, and kissed my fingers as before, greeting me as "Contessa Lynnthorpe", and saying that he was over the moon at being able to be here. I glanced around, and saw; Janey, Claude, Andrea, Felice, Patricia, Julie, JP, and Mumu with mildly surprised expressions, David looking smug, and Karen TOTALLY surprised to heck. I stumbled myself a little, and introduced Janey with her children David and Julie, and Karen, as a friend freshly arrived from America, then formally introducing Gaston's father, Comte Raoul Carl de Vielliers. I seated Count Raoul besides me, casting a thankful smile and nod to Karen for moving up one, and we all sat back down again, except David, who gave the seat to my left to Gaston, and shared a seat with Julie. I was about to say something, but Gaston beat me to the off. "OK Carole, now that we are all here, I have something of great importance to say and ask. Firstly to get the minor subject out of the way," and here he laid a large envelope on the table at my hand, "This is the full and completed paperwork of the deeds to this building, AND, as you will see when you open it, your uncashed cheque you asked me to take for repaying the costs of this purchase." I tried to speak, but Gaston held up his hand, smiling and then covered my own with it. He continued, "Repayment is not required in any way, it wasn't a loan Carole, it was a gift, and if you wish, call it a wedding gift." tears were stinging my eyes, I tried, but couldn't form words to speak, or look away from him, as now he placed a small box on the table before himself, took his hand from mine, opened this box, and took from it a ring of a gold band, and a diamond solitaire. Taking my hand in his again, he asked "So you see Carole, I have totally fallen in love with you, and now, all that I can possibly ask of you, is to please allow me to place this ring on your finger, in acceptance of I, now asking you to marry me, and take me as your husband." I couldn't even breathe. Couldn't even move at first. I blinked, gagged, and thought. And all I could do, was to lean forwards, throw my arms around his neck, and using that grip, pulled myself forcefully onto his lap. I pulled him tight, very tight, almost, I was told later, suffocating him. Then I burst into a body wracking fit of sobs, which left me only managing to reply, "yes, Yes YES!" I couldn't concentrate on anything around me. Gaston took my arm from around his neck, finally managing to breathe himself, and placed his most beautiful ring on my finger. I heard cheering and clapping, Hands stroking my arms, hair, shoulders, back and squeezing my hands. Gaston had taken a handkerchief from somewhere, and was doing his best to dry my eyes. It seemed to take ages before I could peel myself away from Gaston, only managing to do it a little at a time. I had a flute of champagne placed in my hand, a Louis Roederer Cristal, I found out later, and at last, although still quite overwhelmed by what had happened, I was able to stand, and appreciate the words of congratulations from our friends. The thing was, it wasn't only our friends doing the cheering. The rooftop bistro had proved quite a popular spot for many others to have some refreshments, and was quite busy, Count Raoul hugged me close, and kissed my cheek, breathe my dear, breathe he said.

It was some minutes before I was able to check on the newest of our friends, and saw that she was sort of trying her best to make herself blend into the background a bit. I walked to where she was sitting and placed a hand on her shoulder, saying, there was no room today for shrinking violets around here. Karen stood and shook her head, asking how all this had come about, how did she address me, the Count, Gaston and the others. I laughed and sat her down with me. "the only one to address by title, is Gaston's father. Listen to the others, all are addressing him as Compt Raoul, or Count Raoul in English. The rest of us, just as I introduced you. Even I don't use my title, but the Count is of the 'old tradition', so it is considered as politeness to use it because of his age, compared to our youth." Ahh she said smiling, I think I understand, I told her that she's get it, sometime. Taking her hand, I led her back to the throng amidst the others, and a refill of our glasses. It was Claude who decided that a toast was called for, as long as it didn't come from that "poor builder of little shopping centres Gaston," and amidst the babble of agreements, Count Raoul cleared his throat and held up a hand. As the babble of voices subsided he spoke. "A toast has been called for and a toast we shall have, my friends, for the engagement of my son, Vicompte Gaston Charles de Vielliers, to his delightful young lady, The Lady Carole Anne Lynnthorpe, Countess of Heartwood the toast I offer is Carole And Gaston." The uproar was deafening, but I was happy, very happy, as I stood beside Gaston, and then I remembered, David. The little monster knew. I asked Gaston, and he grinned as he answered, saying that of course David knew, he needed someone he could trust, who he, Gaston knew loved me, loved me enough to help in the surprise. I leaned into my lover, and whispered that I was still going to get David, for helping him. Felice and Patricia had to return to business, as did Madame Franny. I too had things to check on too, and told everyone so, I kissed the Count, and thanked him for his toast, asking him in a whisper if he could please explain, the more finer details of flirting and seduction to his son, as I was certain he had not yet passed on all that he knew. He laughed with gusto, saying that a father/son talking to, had been long in coming. With just us two knowing the reason for our laughter, and Gaston looking questioningly at his father, I kissed Gaston, and with Karen, walked to the stairs. In the short walk, I was approached by many ladies that had come to shop and use the bistro, and congratulated on both the opening of the shop and my new engagement, I thanked them all, saying that though I was so happy, I had to leave him here at the mercy of other women, but safe in the knowledge he was chaperoned by his father, the Count. The laughter from my aside was contagious and I was still giggling as Karen and I started down the stairs. I stopped halfway down to the lingerie floor, and said to Karen that I will still be on the end of a phone to her whenever she needed to talk or had a need to play. She replied that she was grateful for that, as she was feeling a need already, but that this need was to be able to talk, and have some very important questions that have arisen answered. She further told me that since our meeting, and visiting the store, seeing and hearing things, has made her confused, and not a little worried. I smiled and assured her I would call her on this evening if she wished, and arrange a time and date. She said that she would like that, as she had so many questions. Karen did look confused, and I promised her I would help all I could. We resumed our descent, passing only three people going upstairs, and on the lingerie floor, I suggested that Karen may wish to look carefully around the adult area, and that I'd probably be on the ground floor for some time now. She nodded and kissed my cheek, thanked me, and headed for the stairs.

I walked to the cashiers area, and asked the girls there if they had all managed to get their breaks in, to which they all informed me they had. I then asked how the sales were going, and the supervisor, Katrina, showed me the till tally. I thought it was a very high reading, and asked if it was right, but Katrina assured me, how opening days always brought higher sales receipts, and that it would be after the first 2 weeks or so, that a proper reading would start to come into effect. Oh well, who was I to argue with her? I looked around the floor, and it was busy. Women and girls of many ages were checking through the many items, with the brightest colours receiving the most attention. Back downstairs, I approached Felice, and asked how things were down here? Her reply made my eyes open wide. Manic, she said, totally manic. She had been round with the security guards twice already, as the tills were registering a need for the till drawers to be emptied, and they were starting to register again. Felice nodded to the two uniformed guards with the huge one way safe, and the senior guard said it would be a good idea to get this one exchanged and taken away. To back up his words, he handed me the hand held unit that records the details of the numbered cash tubes that had been collected. I showed Felice, and she looked at me, then went straight to the phone to call the security company. Once back, she said they have despatched the van with a fresh safe, with a fully charged propulsion motor. The safe being a newish item that we were trying in conjunction with the company, was wheeled to the cash desks, and cash, Credit card vouchers, and cheques, were placed in numbered and sealed tubes, then placed into the safe, similar to a piggy bank. The safe would then be taken to the security company's cash sorting system and banked from there. Saved carrying cash to the bank ourselves, and safer. I asked if Felice had been able to check the internet in the last hour or so, and she giggled saying that being interrupted by what had happened on the roof, had put a dampener on her doing so. We both walked to her office area and refreshed the webpage. What was revealed took all thoughts of this being just a fad out of us. I phoned Michelle and spoke with her about it. And she said she was coming over. Ten minutes later she was standing with us, and going all through what was on the screen. Five minutes after that, she confirmed that all was correct. No glitches and no bugs. The internet sales had been expected to hover around the seven percent of shop sales. This was showing 23 percent. I wondered aloud why that was. Michelle said there was a way to see what words search engine users were typing in, but would have to use either her office computer Monday, or close our internet to see here. We decided on the Monday check. No rush. Janey and Julie came in then, and I quickly reminded them with a giggle that they were in public. Julie had a rather naughty twinkle in her eye and I said NO! I just KNEW she was wanting to embarrass and tease Michelle, but not here. Julie asked Janey if she could go with her slut to play, and with a kiss Janey told her to be nice and enjoy herself. Michelle was almost cumming right there knowing that Julie was going to be with her. And hand in hand they walked out of the store. I had to laugh, and so did Janey and Felice. I mentioned that I had better check the basement workshop, to see how Madame F and her staff were coping, and as we were walking there, Felice pointed out that the security van was here and she'd better sort that first, and walked to the security desk. Janey and I started down the steps to the workshop, and what a sight we were greeted with. The whole workshop staff were working flat out, machines whizzing, and the two cutters had bolts of silks and satins stacked to be cut. I asked Madame Franny how things were going, and she spread her arms saying that it has been like this all day. I wanted to know if she and her staff had taken their breaks, and was rewarded with looks and shakes of the head by all that had heard. It was 2.30pm, and I asked her to get everyone up to the bistro for a break, they can't work all day without. Shaking her hands, she told me that they had been drinking lots of coffee, and had eaten at their work stations. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, and told her so. "Madame Franny, everyone has to have a break, this isn't a third world sweatshop." She laughed and told me that it was today, but, there may be a necessity to employ some outside workers on a piece rate. We talked of it while she herself was working in a dress, and I told her to please try something, as I was not happy with people not taking their breaks. She nodded and agreed, then told me to get back upstairs and let them work, leave it to her, and she'll get some outside machinists to keep the stocks up. Janey dragged me away saying that I'm just getting in the way, and to leave it to the experts here. I didn't like it, but she was right, I had to get out of the way.

 

Chapter 27

Back up on the ground floor, it was still busy, but did seem to be slowing a little. And something I hoped would never happen did. I was called Contessa by a customer as she was leaving and complimenting me on how things were progressing. Well Janey stood behind me giggling away, and told me how, as soon as the woman said that word, my back went straight and the hairs on the back of my head stood on end. I replied as how maybe, I should go upstairs and bring her a gag from the adult stock. But that comment made her worse. Gaston and the others came by, walking his father to the door, and as soon as the Count saw me, came straight over. I met him with a smile and a hug and asked if he'd had a good look round. He replied that it was a very interesting look round, especially the third floor. However, he preferred the second floor. I said he shouldn't have been taken to the third, and that Gaston had probably led him there to try to embarrass him. Yes, he replied, maybe we should blame that errant son of mine. And we both stood there laughing as Gaston blushed. I walked him outside to his car, still holding his arm, and he turned to face me, and made a small confession. The Count told me, "I had always hoped for a daughter, and that in my old, old age, I would forever be greeted and said farewell to, by a young and beautiful woman, one who carried a smile and a big hug just for me, and who would always call me 'Papa', but after Gaston's mother died, I knew it wasn't to be. So I pray, that the baby you are carrying for him, is either a girl as a first child, or maybe twins." He had his hands on my shoulders holding me gently, and mine were around his waist. I looked into his eyes and smiled, leant to him and hugged him hard, and then said, "Goodbye papa, make sure you are driven safely, you'll be welcomed wherever I am anytime." His smile was misty, and he kissed my cheeks and forehead, said nothing more, just entered his car, and waived as he was driven away. I turned to Gaston and the others, holding my hands behind my back, and walked straight into my lover's arms with tears in my eyes. The Counts words had touched me deeply. I asked Felice if she was ok with me leaving, I wanted and needed to leave before I burst into tears again, she held up the keys and shaking them replied, "Go, because if you burst into tears again, there are many here that will join you." I hugged her and kissed her cheek goodbye and see her later at home. I turned to leave and the Gaston's driver had the car right outside with the door already open, Gaston helped Janey in and turned for me, I insisted that Claude, Andrea, JP and Mumu came back for a celebratory drink, and Gaston added that he was taking us all to his favourite restaurant later for dinner too. And that there will be NO excuses accepted from anyone. Back at the house, glasses were soon filled with champagne, and I stated that I had better only have this one, otherwise there would be no dinner, and they all would be treated to a repeat of last night, with Gaston taking me upstairs. This was met by giggles and cheers until I explained that it might very well be, because I had passed out cold drunk. As I sat down, I flicked off my shoes and realised I needed this. My feet were killing me. I groaned as I wiggled my toes, and my tummy rumbled from lack of food, everyone looked at me, and I said it was the baby. At lunch I had only eaten a ham and salad sandwich, and breakfast was only a croissant. And with what was now four glasses of bubbly, baby was playing up. JP asked who I would blame had I farted, and everyone just cracked up laughing. Gaston asked Janey to call Bertrand, and invite him along for even numbers, and she didn't need asking a second time. I then asked where David was, and Claude umme'd and aah'd, we all looked at him, and he asked if we remembered that woman who asked for a measuring? We did, and he said that she had come back. Twice. And the last time, David had sort of disappeared. I phoned Felice, and she assured me David was with Patricia the last time she had seen him, so I called Patricia. He was there at her style franchise, and was flirting with her customers. More than a few had actually milked his comments for all they were worth, and that he was going to come home with her and Felice. We were all chuckling away, as I had set the phone to loudspeaker, and we all heard Patricia's comments. Claude said he was going to have to ask David about that woman, as he did disappear from the rooftop with her, he was sure of it. JP asked how on earth he does it. Andrea and Mumu agreed on this together when Andrea stated that David is a very pretty young man, slim, with lovely curly blonde hair, but it was those big blue eyes, and his eyelashes that topped it all off. As everyone nodded, I quickly put in, "So you both have noticed then?" and sat there giggling with Janey. The two girls reddened on cue. Mumu said she needed a shower and change before she would go to dinner, and so both Claude and JP had to take their loves home saying they would all be there at 7.30.

I went to the bedroom I had been using with Gaston, and called Karen. We chatted for a little while, and I told her I'd pop over tomorrow at about 2pm. We hung up, and I had a lovely long bath, not having to rush and Janey popped her head in saying she was going to do the same, and to make sure she was called if she was too long. The nights dinner was great, I have no words to explain it, I was on a total high, and yes, I also had far too much champagne. The last I remember is being in Gaston's arms, he carrying me into the house, and putting me to bed. And yes, I was paying for it the next morning. My head was throbbing like mad, the sun was too bright, and the birds were singing too loud. I staggered down the stairs, the last one to get out of bed. And was met with giggles all round. Coffee strong and sweet was handed to me, and I sat curled up sipping coffee until my head cleared. It took three large mugs, and a litre of water, before I could think straight, and move without my head aching. 11am, and Gaston chuckling away, said he was going to the golf club, and would be back later at a usual time. I kissed him goodbye delicately, trying hard not to move my head, telling him to be careful, and he left, with David asking for a lift to the town square to buy a paper to see what they had printed in there. Damn I was in a bad state. Janey wasn't home, she had gone back with Bertrand, and hadn't surfaced yet with a phone call. David, Felice and Patricia sat around with me chatting about the shop opening. Patricia had been rushed off her feet, and the two girls helping her with the makeup, along with the 5 doing the nails, worked through non stop almost. I had been a day of hard work for everyone. Felice had shown me the takings for the store, less the franchises of course. And I was astounded. She also said that what happened on the roof had been a major subject of conversation in the latter part of the afternoon, with a lot of the staff asking about my being addressed as Countess and Contessa. David returned with the Sunday paper, and the front page photo was of Gaston, with me on his lap. The story that accompanied it was on the inside pages, with more photo's of our time on the roof. For my liking, there was too much mention about my being an 'English Noble' as they call titled people, and the reporter had certainly dug into the foreign call budget. There were various quotes reported as coming from UK papers, mentioning the farm at Heartwood, the plane crash which took my father, his divorce from my mother, and that she too had passed away. To me it felt a great intrusion, but I realised, it was no different to my reading of similar things about others. I climbed the stairs and showered, which made me feel much better, dried off, did my hair and makeup, and dressed in a pale green silk and lace bustier, sliding matching stockings on my legs and fastening the suspender straps. Over this, I wore a white tie strap dress with a grapevine style pattern in a lightweight silk, and white heeled shoes. I picked a white purse for my phone and bits, and with fifteen minutes to go the cab arrived and I waived bye bye to the three of them. I arrived at Karen's just before two, and she welcomed me in with a lovely smile. We went straight to the kitchen as the coffee maker was finishing it's cycle, and I asked Karen to skip the ginger in mine, but heck I liked the coffee. She took a bag of it from her cupboard, placing it on the table and saying that she'll get her mother to send some more over, just like getting a food parcel in college. As we sipped our coffee, I asked her what it was that she needs to know, adding that it had to be important from the way she was acting in the store. She nodded, and asked me if the age limit here in France was any different from the USA. I told her that, in France, the age limit was fifteen, and asked if she hoped it had been lower. She nodded telling me, "when you told me of the extra small lingerie, I did wonder how small, but, when I saw it, I realised it would fit girls as young as eight or ten, and the feelings it roused inside me were what frightened me. You see Carole, I studied to be a primary teacher, and now, I don't know what to do if I get feelings for a little girl." I told her that was a fairly easy question for me to answer, but that I'd like to answer it in a little while. I asked her what her next one was. "I like the BDSM scene, I love the feeling of fear, the feeling that I get when threatened with a whip or spanking. Once it has been done, there is the feeling of the heat in my skin, not on it, actually in the skin. But with you the other day, you only used the crop twice, and yet with all that you did, I had more orgasms than ever before, I felt more satisfied than I had ever been, I had never been breastfed before, and I loved it so much. I totally hated it when you had to leave. I wanted so much more. The way you spoke to me, the things you said, all brought to me a feeling of total and absolute calm. If you had told me to do anything, I would have done it. And THAT is something I have never felt before. I want to know why, to know also how I can get more of everything I felt that day. I had never been used as a toilet before either, having someone pee in my mouth, and drinking it, and as for wetting myself like I did, I've never done that either." She was in a turmoil, and everything did need answering. I felt I had to start at the beginning. We had finished our coffee, so I stood, and taking her hand I led her to the settee.

I sat and placed some cushions on which to rest my arm, then I smiled at her, still standing and waiting, took her hand once more, and gently guided her to sit at my right, and lay across my legs facing me. I cradled her head gently in the crook of my left arm, slipped my top down, and lifted my left titty, offering my nipple to her mouth. Karen was shaking again, but opened her mouth, to accept my now dripping nipple. As her lips closed on it, and her tongue adjusted position underneath, she sucked once, then a second, and I felt my nipple extend into her mouth, and start to leak milk. Karen's eyes closed so sweetly, her cheeks hollowing as she suckled slowly and deeply. My nipples tingled, sending ripples of pleasure deep into my titties, and down inside me, and I felt my milk leaving my nipple. I cooed at her softly, encouraging her in her suckling, and started to speak of her questions, "Fear, Karen baby, is an emotion, it causes it's own endorphin release that stimulates the body. It is this which causes a sort of high, that is pleasurable, and which many seek. The threatening being the strongest of all, causes more. The pain of being struck, having first had the threat, actually feels softer than if no threat had been made, therefore requiring a harder strike for it to be felt at the level needed to produce the after heat, that comes after the initial sting. This is what causes the marking, which in itself many both seek and desire. The last time I was here, yes, I only used the crop twice, but it is the words, that when coupled with actions, that enable mental and physical combinations to bring about better and stronger emotions. And emotions, when running high, coupled with sexual stimulation and actions, bring stronger and stronger orgasms. The compliance you showed came from a need to please, that plus previously unknown things, all combined to give the satisfaction you received from my using you as a toilet. So fear, newness, emotions affected by words, your own imagination running wild, all mixed together, gave you the strongest satisfaction ever." She was now so totally relaxed, suckling my nipple, being held and rocked gently, accepting my cuddles like any love starved baby. I told her what a good little girl she was being, drinking all my milk without spilling a drop, and as she suckled, she smiled and sighed deeply. I stroked her hair and face, continually telling her softly all these things. Then I moved my hand down her side, over her hip, then onto her thigh, and finally slipping my hand under the hem of her skirt to softly caress her inner thigh and lightly brushing her silk covered pussy lips intermittently. I continued with, "This baby girl, is a sort of age play, where you play the baby, and I play the mother, and I'm now pretty certain that you are so relaxed because you have no cares, and no decisions to make. All these now being taken for you." Karen nodded her head softly without a break in her suckling, and I spoke next of her first questions. "Regarding your possibly desiring little girls, you are not alone in that Karen. Many more than are willing to admit, also have the same desire as you. I do for instance," And I told her all about my lust and succession for David and Julie. How we all played together including their mother Janey in our games. She orgasmed with only the gentlest of caresses on her thighs and pussy, all through my telling her this. Next I told her of Julie's transformation into a preteen Dominatrix, of the things she did with Michelle, and how Michelle was now Julie's personal pet and slut. And how much of a slut that woman had become. At this news, Karen was positively bucking against my hand, her orgasms melding into one long cum, that had her screaming out her ecstasy. I guided her and changed her to my other nipple. I told her of my desire to actually have another preteen lover or two. To teach them the pleasures that could be had, and the pleasures to give. All through this, Karen was in the throes of orgasm after orgasm, it seemed never ending. I stopped her suckling, as I needed to pee, and gently coaxed her to her knees on the floor. I stood, straddling her face, the hem of my skirt high, and asked her if she knew what I needed. She nodded that she did, and I pulled my thong aside telling her to place her tongue as far inside me as she could. I felt her lips brushing gently at my pussy, her breath hot and warming. Her mouth pressed against me, and I felt her tongue probing and entering me. She used the very tip to tickle my urethra, and then pushed in further. I released my flow softly, slowly, Karen drinking all that dribbled into her mouth. She never spilt a drop. Once I was finished, I had her suck my clitty until I came, my own orgasm rushing over me. And then I kissed her deeply, tasting myself on her lips and in her mouth as our tongues entwined and danced. We stood together, calming ourselves down, and I refilled the coffee maker.

We sat at her table, close together. Touching, sipping our coffee, and kissing frequently. Our whole demeanour calm, soft, gentle and slow. Karen's fingers delicately stroking over my pussy, I pinching, pulling and rolling her nipples. We talked so much more about our joint desire for sweet preteen bodies, and Karen made a big decision. She told me that she intended to apply for a work permit, to teach English. I kissed her and nodded, but also warned her that slowly, with young girls, was how she had to go. No rush, no impatience. Let the girls come to her. I bent her over the table, lifted her skirt, and spanked her for a good half our with my bare hand. First I held her there with my hand on her back, then I placed my spare hand under her, and played softly with her clitty. I'd spank, caress and squeeze, tickling her clitty softly, and she would cum with each stroke. Her orgasm's came to her freely, she screaming, moaning, groaning, and always begging for more. I then told her, that I was going to collar her and lock it in place. Then how every Saturday, I would have her come to me at the store, and in the adult area, I would leash her, with a chain, in the sex toy area. She would only be wearing lingerie and heels with no thong or knickers on. I would have her hands cuffed behind her, and she would also be gagged, with a table close to her, full of dildo's, vibrators, and floggers, and she would have to obey the commands of anyone who wished to try out the goods on display. And they in turn, would pick what they wanted from the table, and use those items on you, right there in the store. Karen had had enough. Her back arched, lifting her up from the table, and she screamed, so loud, anyone passing outside must surely have heard her. As she calmed, she looked sideways at me, her mouth drooling, and collapsed onto her knees. Her arms wrapped around my thighs, and she began sobbing, begging me to please allow her to serve in that way. Not asking, BEGGING, for the right to be used and by anyone. I stroked her hair, thinking seriously, and yes, it could be done. All it needed was a closed booth with a door. I promised her that I would do all I could to get something sorted, just for her, and that all through the day, I would also use her to suckle my milk and ease the pressure from my titties, and maybe, even for her to be a toilet for ladies, from shop staff to customers. Even while kneeling and holding my thighs, she orgasmed at my words. Oh she wanted it at that moment, and it would be interesting to see if she would actually act on it. I decided to have a word with JP about getting a booth built in a corner, as a private area, maybe just saying that it was a test area. Which it was intended to be anyway. Karen was beside herself with lust over this. And at that moment, I was 50/50 over whether she would do it. Time would tell. It was getting close to time for me to leave, I made her lick my pussy again, she giving me two more cums. I also pee'd in her mouth again, and by now she too was needing to pee herself, but I wouldn't let her. I told her that if she did pee, then I would strip her naked, drag her by her hair to the road, and throw her on the ground at he mercy of those passing by. And again, I witnessed those threats make her squirm, tremble violently, and orgasm without being touched. I told her to place her hands on her head while I went to her bathroom to brush my hair, and when I returned, saw she had moved slightly, and so was my purse. I called a cab, and took her outside. There I had her stand over the corner of her flower bed, with her feet apart, and her hands held together behind her back. The cab arrived, and turned around in her driveway. I kissed her goodbye, and before I turned to leave, I pressed her tummy just above her bladder, and was rewarded with her grunting, eyes wide open, and the sight of her pee running down her legs. I turned from her, sat in the cab, and as it pulled out of her drive, looked back to see her with her head bowed, legs still open, and peeing freely. At home, I called her, and she answered on the fifth ring. I asked her if she liked peeing in public, and she was all giggles about the feelings it gave her, and admitted it had made her orgasm the moment I pressed her bladder and made her pee. I again promised that I'd look into what we spoke of, and would call her later in the week. I also told her to think a lot of what I was about to do, and hung up.

 

Chapter 28

Gaston came home about 5 minutes after I got there. I stood from the settee, and as he approached I literally flung myself in his arms. As we kissed, his hands were wandering over my bum sending tingles through me. Janey poo poo'd our show of affection and said "Get a blooming room together you two." "We already have one miss jealous, it's upstairs at the back." and I poked my tongue out at her to emphasize my point. Gaston swatted my bum gently, and I asked if he'd like a fresh coffee, as I had a new brand for everyone to try. The general consensus was that everyone would try new brands, so coffee maker on with maximum water, and two tablespoons of the coffee per litre, as Karen advised. Even the aroma was different, and attracted Gaston's interest straight away. "It's an imported brand that Karen introduced me to. She gets it sent over by her parents." I showed Gaston and the others the packaging, and seeing the look in his eyes, I suggested that, IF it was as liked as I thought it would be, then maybe it should be looked at as a product for the store. After all, we had spoken of a coffee bar on the ground floor, as there was space. I stated, "If that was the coffee served, then maybe even sell it in the packets, if it is liked." Everyone was sipping this blend now, and all were nodding at the taste. The aroma was strong, rich, and very nutty. Gaston said, "I have travelled the America's many times, yet have never tasted coffee like this, I love it." Janey, Felice and Patricia agreed it was terrific tasting, and David said that it smelt much better than our normal coffee. I told them about the way Karen likes it, and set the maker for another brew. After we had all finished our cups, I took them and washed them up, drying them quickly and placing them back onto the coffee machine to heat up again. I then took a piece of ginger root, and grated a good portion. The others were looking oddly at the ginger, and I smiled. "This is another thing Karen showed me, it makes for a really fresh, clean taste." I took glasses of water around the coffee lovers, David not being one of them, even if he did like the aroma. We all sipped water until the coffee was ready. I placed a small pinch of the ginger in each cup, then poured the coffee. Once served everyone sipped carefully, tasted the freshness and that was it, a coffee free for all. Gaston commented, "Are the growers or blenders on the internet at all? If they are, you should send them an e-mail, asking if there is any other supplier in France or the area." "They do have a site, all I need is a computer to have a look, so will have to wait until tomorrow morning, and go in with Felice. I also have something I need to check on the third floor about too. I'll not say too much of it, as it may not be viable, but could be worth a check. I also need to talk with Madame Franny about her staff, did you all know, they never had a proper break yesterday?" Gaston looked at me shocked, so did Felice and Patricia, he asked, "Why not? Everyone needs to have a break, my God Carole, were they THAT busy?" "Yes, it seems they were, when Janey and I went down there, there was a goodly queue for the measuring fitting rooms, and all the machinists and cutters were working flat out, even Madame Franny was using a machine, and practically ordered me out, as although I may be the owner, I was getting in the way." Gaston pulled me onto his lap, telling me that I shouldn't have been down there then, and that it was my own fault. The others laughed, but I did agree with him. The basement Machinists shop was, without doubt her domain. Food became an item on the agenda, as in what, and where. All we had in, was some cold meats and cheese, so really it was a no brainer. The harbour restaurant. That was David's immediate shout, and I knew he loved the seafood there. We had found out that the chef would only buy from the boats as they came in, and was often seen almost running out of his kitchen as soon as he heard a boats horn announcing an arrival. Surprisingly, Gaston had never been there, so David told him he would have a treat over the shellfish. I asked about Julie, and Janey said she was ok, and had been back with Michelle to collect her school things, as Michelle would drop her off in the morning. We all quickly showered and changed, bundled into the Range Rover, and Janey drove us there. Walking up the familiar steps, the Maitre D; recognised us and came running down the steps. It had been many weeks since our last visit, and with acknowledgements to Gaston and myself, he insisted on relieving David of his mother, and so escorted Janey, as was normal on our previous visits. We asked for a usual outside table, and were taken to our favourite table that was slightly raised, and overlooked the others. Once Janey was seated, the Maitre D; insisted in further greeting Gaston and I, by title. I took Gaston's lead on this, much to the amusement of Janey, David, Felice and Patricia, and smiled gracefully even though seething inside. As was becoming normal with this place, it was now getting packed of an evening, as news of the chef's antics to acquire the freshest seafood's spread. Once we were all fully seated, the Maitre D; sent the waiters over for our food and wine orders, and they both approached Gaston and I. However, the poor boy's were a little confused, and after greeting myself first, then Gaston and the others, asked if they had assumed right, the correct protocol. Gaston was excellent with them both, and explained that yes, a Contessa (he indicated myself) outranked a Vicompte (himself) and both waiters breathed a visible sigh of relief. And I added that of two people with the same title, the elder is addressed first. They nodded in understanding and smilingly thanked us. "I think, that young David should order our meal, as he seams far more knowledgeable of the fare here." said Gaston, with a mischievous smile, and the food waiter skipped to David's side. Thankfully, it was Gaston himself that ordered the wine.

The meal here was as wonderful as always, and Gaston asked for the chef. This poor man bustled out of his kitchen in what could only be called 'Double quick time', and indeed looked quite worried. He bustled over to Gaston, asking if anything had been wrong, and Gaston replied, "Indeed there was, the mullet you served us," and here the entire compliment of outside diners sat hushed, the Maitre D; and his waiters all straining to hear what was to be said, the chef looked horrified at what was to come, "The mullet, in my opinion was too fresh, do you realise, it was actually flapping it's tail on the edge of my plate?" the chef blustered, and I said with a lot of giggling, "Chef, the Vicompte is teasing you mercilessly, the meal you prepared was, as always superb." the poor man almost fainted, but was full of grateful relief, as almost everyone started to join in laughing. Only the Maitre D' and his waiters didn't laugh, they, like the chef, were too busy breathing with relief. Lets just call it payback for our titles being used! After sitting a while, and having a final glass of wine, Patricia insisted on paying for the meal, and wouldn't hear any dissent. We then left for home, and as usual, the Maitre D; insisted on escorting Janey down the stairs, and into the car, Gaston told him, "Please, rest fully assured, with the quality of the food we were served tonight, we shall be telling others of our acquaintance, the meal was beautiful," "As always," piped in Janey, and with the poor man bowing and waving, we set off back home. At home with just the six of us, I invited Janey to our bed, knowing full well Gaston wouldn't mind, so Janey and I quickly showered, and dried off before Gaston even came into the bedroom. Sometimes his last minute phone calls do come in handy. As we were finishing our hair, he walked in, and I immediately sent him to shower, telling him to take his time. He got the message. Both of us pulled a bustier and fresh stockings from my lingerie drawer, and helped each other put them on. Nothing else, and got into the bed. Gaston really was taking his time, so Janey and simply started without him. He came out of the bathroom to the sight of us lying on our sides in a 69, each licking and sucking on the others clitty, and opening pussies with our fingers. As he dried off, he sat on the bed watching us intently, his cock growing harder by the second. I had pulled back Janey's clitoral hood, and was suckling it into my mouth and flicking it rapidly with my tongue. She was trembling on the verge of a cum, and I kept stopping, and then starting after allowing her to calm a bit. I reached out a hand, and took Gaston's cock, stoking it slowly with a smile on my face. He lay down behind Janey, and I guided his cock into the pussy. He slid easily into her, and as he pulled back, I held it, and with a flick of my wrist, guided his rock hard cock into her bum hole, just as he was thrusting full in. Janey squealed out loud, the shock causing her to jump hard, but with both Gaston and I holding her, there was nowhere for her to move. Once his cock was pumping in and out of her bum, I latched back onto her clitty again, sucked hard, and flicked her sensitive bud rapidly with my tongue. Her orgasm struck her like a thunder clap, I kept sucking her clitty, and Gaston kept pumping her bum, she never had the chance to stop cumming, until Gaston shot his hot thick sperm into her. I smiled at her, shifting round to kiss her deeply, this lover of mine, this mother of the father of my baby. Whilst Janey regained her breath, we softly kissed and played with each other, and Gaston again showered. On his return, I was flat on my back, with my lovely Janey, softly teasing my clitty with her lips and tongue, whilst lying between my open and raised thighs. Gaston crawled up the bed, and for the second time that night, I reached for his cock. He knelt beside me, helping Janey working my pussy and clitty, and I used my mouth on him. He was soon hard again, and to be honest, I wanted the same as Janey just had. His hard cock pummelling into my bum. I'm sure that many ladies will agree, I actually find anal sex to give stronger orgasms than vaginal. Not that I wanted anal all the time, but every now and again, something snaps inside me, and I want the intense pleasure that the pain of rough, hard anal sex brings me. Turning onto my side, with my right leg raised over Gaston's thighs, he entered my pussy, slowly. Oh so slowly easing his cock into me. My own slickness coating his cock making it easy for him to enter me. The feeling of his slow teasing was divine. By now, Janey had switched her position, so that once again, we could suck and lick each others pussies, our titties brushing against each others tummy bump. I held her hips close to me, savouring her taste and the feeling of my tongue entering her folds. The exquisite feeling inside me of Gaston's cock head brushing past my urethra, past the spongy feeling area of my G spot, and inwards, deeper and the rubbing all within. I reached around myself with my right hand, and grasped the base of his cock, as he continued slowly thrusting in and out. When I was close to cumming, I flipped his cock out of my pussy, and guided it to my sphincter. There was no stopping or slowing of Gaston's depth of thrust, and as the point of half his cock was passed, I screamed in orgasm as it straightened my anal passage, and pushed straight for my tummy. Janey sucked hard, and flicked her tongue over my clitty as rapidly as she could. My orgasm was a continual peak of high. It never stopped or diminished. Gaston held my hip and head, thrusting in and out, and my orgasm stayed at the point all through, until I felt his cock thicken, pulse, and shoot his sperm into my bowel. Only as he stopped, the two of us breathing heavily, did my cum even start to subside. Janey giggled, moved up to hug me face to face, and kissed me deeply, I, tasting my own pussy on her lips and tongue. I and Gaston, regained our breaths, and Janey moved to sandwich him between us. And with him on his back, we both snuggled into a shoulder apiece, his arms enfolding us, and holding us safe. Gaston then said something that shocked the very breath out of me, "Carole, yesterday at the store, as my father was leaving, YOU knocked the breath right out of him." I lifted my head, worried at what had happened, but he soothed my hair with his hand and smiled. "Your parting words, 'goodbye papa,' and saying more than loud enough for all to hear, that he would have a welcome anywhere that you are, did that. Normally, the old goat would have been lambasting me for something or other for ages before his driver pulled away, and even then, he would be still going on through an open window." I soothed then, "He is, and will be welcome Gaston, no matter where I am, as long as it is with you, and our family here." "I can't wait to see how he reacts at the wedding," chuckled Janey, "I'd also like to see who gives you away." I thought then, and the first person I could possibly think of was David. And said so. But added, "would he be ok with that?" Janey nodded, and assured me he would. We slept like that, cuddled together, until the birds sang, and the sun shone hard.

Monday morning, Janey beat me to the loo, and sat to pee, with me doing the 'dance' of distress. I thought 'to hell with it' and straddled her own legs with mine, and cuddling her with a good morning kiss, I pee'd on her tummy and thighs. I couldn't have waited had I tried. And that is how Gaston found us when he entered the bathroom. Both of us giggling away. Gaston turned the shower heads on, and Janey and I rushed for the water. Only then was he able to relieve himself. All three of us soaped each other, shampooed our hair, rinsed and dried off, all done with giggles and squeals. I was standing there naked, when David popped his head around the door, making sure we were up and getting ready, as Felice was almost done and wanted to get to the store to before any of the other staff. I called him in, and placed my arms around his neck, pulling him close to my naked body, and kissed his lips tenderly. I asked him how he felt about giving me away to Gaston when we married. He knew what an important thing this was, albeit only a brief part of things, and held me tightly, smiling. He'd be ok he said, adding that he wouldn't want anyone else to do it. I kissed him, and pushing him to the door, said to tell Felice that I would meet her there, as I fancied the walk. Once dressed, and downstairs, we had coffee to wake up with, and Gaston kissed Janey and I, then left for his office. Janey bundled David to the car with her usual threats of severe retribution, and I had another coffee on my own. Once I had finished, I bundled all the dirty crockery and cutlery into the dishwasher, switched it on, placed the empty coffee packet in my purse, and walked to town. As I neared the square, there were more and more people on route, and I was greeted with more than a few "good morning Contessa's". I smiled and answered politely, still not liking it, but did my best to act with at least a little decorum. I crossed the square, and as I reached for the door, the security guard inside opened it for me. Another "good morning Contessa" and I was inside, heading for Felice's office area. Felice called me from her rounds on the second floor, and asked, "Do you have any orders for me today, Oh slave driving boss lady." she knew this, and the laugh I gave out would ease any early Monday morning tensions from everyone. I was about to turn back to my path to her office, when I stopped, and raised my hand saying, "As it happens number one slave, there IS something." She looked over the balcony, and I continued, "The staff ID cards, I don't like the set out of the names on them. Can you contact the printers please, and ask for them all to be replaced to include everyone's first name as well. Having to address all we work with as either Mademoiselle, or Monsieur, and then whatever their surname, is just too formal, and I absolutely refuse, to address anyone that works with us, but surname alone." With nearly all the staff listening, Felice replied, "as soon as I finish here Carole, I'll get straight on to them." "Thanks Felice, all of us together will have to get used to only using the more formal way of speaking to each other around certain customers, who would expect such things. But for us all, when on our own like this well, we're all human beings firstly and most importantly." THEN, I continued on to her office, with a wave back. In the office, I started the computer, and while it was setting itself up, I called Michelle. She answered almost straight away, and after our hello's and such, I asked her to get me a computer for home, so I can use the net, without having to wait for the store to open. She laughed and asked if I wanted one like the store's, and I agreed it was easy enough for even I to use. I then asked if she had fun with Julie over the weekend, and I could feel her blushing down the phone as she answered. I wanted to get from her ALL that Julie did to her, but the phone wasn't the way. I invited her to lunch and she said that she'll come about 12.30, a she had a 10.30 meeting with a new client.

By now, the computer was ready, and I first checked the store's website. The sales of lingerie, were almost through the roof, along with 'toy' sales and such. I was also very pleasantly surprised at the amount of the preteen lingerie sold too. I checked on the addresses of the people purchasing them, and found that a lot was all over France, with some going outside to other places in Europe. But there was still quite a lot for around our immediate area. I then switched to the browser, and entered the Url for the coffee. According to the website, it was a relatively new roaster blender, having only been going for 2 years. They were proud of their growth, especially with breaking into the USA market. I sent and e-mail. Well, It would have been silly NOT to have done, as I found out 20 minutes later. Felice came bouncing in with a huge smile on her face, and said that my little announcement about the ID cards had caused a bit if a stir. She'd had staff from all over the store asking exactly what I had meant, as they were all confused, with all that had happened on the first day. They were all thinking that the only way they should address me was as 'Contessa'. I thought, and using the tannoy, called all the staff to a final meeting on the ground floor. As they gathered it was a hubbub of voices, and I walked with Felice to where they all stood. "Boy's and Girls," I started with a cheeky grin, "Thank you all very much for the hard work you all put in to make Saturday a most excellent opening day. Especially the machinists and staff of 'The Crypt'," as the basement had been named. "my ONLY complaint, is that the 'Internees of the Crypt' did NOT take a proper break. I do NOT wish to hear of that happening again. But, I thank you all dearly for what you did. Now, Felice has spoken to me that there is some confusion as to my decision on the names of us all." and here, everyone paid particular attention. "I have never before even attempted to use the title, and neither did my father before me, unless he needed to get a table at a swish restaurant. We all, are working together here. And when it is just us, no customers around, I, am Carole. In front of most customers, the same, I hope, will apply. But as I have said to Felice, certain customers, may wish to hear something different. With them, we can all be as formal as we wish. Now, there is five minutes to opening again, grab your final coffee's and such, and let's all get ready, otherwise, I get a whip from the third floor and chase you all to your positions." This brought out the laughter I wanted to hear, and I turned to Felice to go with her to the front doors. There, we were met with our four security guards, and they didn't look happy. I thought I was going to have a mutiny of sorts, and I did. I asked if there was a problem, and was told by the eldest man, "Contessa, all four of us are former members of the army, and we are not comfortable with addressing YOU by name. Please Madame, we wish to use your title." I thought, and then took his arm in a friendly and hopefully happy manner while continuing to walk to the door, and called them all soppy stick-in-the-mud's, but said they should address me as they felt comfortable with. All four smiled, and together, we opened the doors. Back in the office, Felice sat with me at the computer and told me I had certainly made some friends this morning. I nodded, replying that it was my intention to do. And from the moment I realised why she called me 'slave driving boss'. We both sat and chuckled, and she said that some of the girls up there actually held their breath when she had said that. The phone rang then, and as I was nearest I answered it. The voice on the other end sounded totally weird. And I asked in English, for the person to repeat. He breathed a huge sigh of relief, and started to speak English with a slightly Spanish accent. He turned out to be a member of the sales team from the coffee people. Hector he was called, and was very intent on asking how I had come to find out about their coffee, as the had never exported to Europe before. We had a lovely chat, and I explained that a friend had come from Dallas, and she had introduced me to it, and her way of using a pinch of ginger to make a very mouth refreshing brew. I asked if there was any way that they were going to be exporting to Europe soon, and was told that they had no agents in place for importing. I said, "Good Hector, because I sent that e-mail, hoping this would be the case, as I want to negotiate a sole importers licence for the whole of Europe."

 

Chapter 29

Felice looked at me as if I had grown another head. I wrote on a sheet of paper "Call Gaston", and gave her my mobile. Hector was stumbling and stuttering, but he soon got himself under control, asking if I was totally . serious. Assuring him I was, I said that my husband to be, was coming onto my mobile phone as we spoke, just as Felice handed me the phone. There I was now, with a phone to each ear, and it was suggested from Gaston and relayed to Hector, that his company e-mailed a full list of licence requirements to me, so that I and Gaston could sit and study it in depth. This was agreed to immediately and after about 30 minutes of phone call, I was able to put the phone down to Hector. For now. Gaston was sat in his office, with a team of his people, and laughing at me down the phone. He said that as soon as I get the e-mail, to forward it to his office, and he would get a couple of his guys to go over it. In the meantime, he said, try not to tell anyone yet, and he would speak to me soon. I put the phone down and told Felice what he had said. And I couldn't stand up. My legs were all wobbly. I asked Felice, "What the heck have I just done?" and she laughed, saying, "I hope it was coffee you wanted the licence for, and not drugs, you'd never know if they were Columbian drug barons." I slapped her legs for that, the cheeky so and so. I asked her if she had called the printers, and she looked at me asking how was she supposed to do that when I was hogging the phone? I giggled and kissed her. Leaving Felice to make the phone call, a walked to the stairs, and noticed the shop starting to fill to the level of Saturday. Upstairs the lingerie section was busy too. The third floor was almost empty, and I walked over to the back of the toy section. There was room. And it was right next to the loo's as well. Seeing as I was thinking that Karen would be chained in here, it meant a loo could be installed maybe. I asked the three section staff, to just move things slightly, and try to see how much room could be there. I left them to it, and walked along the franchisee area. At the stairs, the concierge was turning three teenagers away from the third floor. I had to chuckle with her about that. I walked next to Patricia's booths, and they were all full already. I passed a couple of minutes watching an Asiatic lady doing another's nails, and was enthralled. False nails yes. But after gluing them to the customers own real nails, and waiting for the glue to dry, she then used a miniature industrial grinding disc to smooth it down to size. Then it was the buffing and the polish. This was followed with colour and top coat. I asked Patricia if she had any bookings free for the afternoon, and found myself booked into a 2.30 slot. I kept my poor chewed and cracked nails under cover until then. I walked down the stairs and Felice waved to catch my attention. My e-mail had arrived. I briefly flicked through it and called Gaston. Once it was sent to him, and he had printed it all out, we both deleted the document from our respective e-mail boxes, and he said he'd talk at home once it had been analysed. It was getting to almost 12.30, and Michelle arrived, so we went straight to the roof top bistro. She was wearing a fairly short skirt, and on the stairs by passing the third floor, I lifted the hem of her skirt. She gasped at the feeling of my baring her like this, and stopped still. She then bent at the waist, placing her hands on the steps in front of her. She had no knickers on, of course, and her bum was a beautiful shade of bruising. I caressed both globes, and squeezes gently. Michelle groaned softly, her bruises still tender. I asked her why she stopped and bent like that, she said, "Miss Julie ordered me that if anyone at all lifted my skirt or dress from behind, I was to stop, and bend over, allowing them to see." I helped her stand up, pulled her to me, and kissed her lips, again squeezing her bum, and continued upstairs. The table at the bistro was still roped off, so we sat there. I asked Michelle what had been happening with Julie. "She beats me. She marks me. She makes me cum over and over again. She is so beautifully strict, and makes me show my tits, bum and pussy off to anyone she wants. And the best of it is, I like it. I can't help it. I really like it." I understood how she felt, but thought I should have a word with Janey, to see WHO Julie makes her slut flash at. I changed the subject and we spoke in general of things. I wasn't wearing knickers either, and didn't want damp stains on my dress. Michelle than told me how she wanted to talk to me about a problem her office cleaner had confided in her about. I sat and listened, as she told me the woman's problem. Once she finished, I thought a while, and said to Michelle that it was indeed something that could be problematic for her cleaner. Michelle asked if I had any idea what to do. I admitted that I didn't have a definite idea there and then, and asked her if she could get her to maybe trust me enough to talk. She smiled and said she had mentioned me to the woman, and about some of the things I did. I sat back waiting for more, and Michelle told me her cleaner had asked her to 'sound me out' about it. She wanted to know if it was ok to speak to me. I asked Michelle to give the woman my number, and have her call me in this afternoon before the store shut. Michelle smiled and said she'd call her from her car as she drove back to her office. I walked her to her car parked outside, and we kissed each others cheek goodbye. My pussy was twitching and churning over what I had been told.

I sneaked down into the Crypt, and the machined were whizzing away as usual. Madame F, had now insisted that, as I was to be addressed as Carole in the absence of customers, then she was to be addressed as Franny. But, I did ask all her staff, and the sales staff, if any customer was within earshot, the it was back to Madame Franny. There was a certain mystique about the skills of our senior seamstress, and I wanted it kept as such. Franny told me that she had found five 'outworkers' who were willing to help 'take up the slack' and bring the stock back to strength, but, she insisted that we really did need to find at least three more machinists for the lingerie and corsets. These, she explained by demonstration, were so time consuming, that extra's were needed. About thirty percent of the bespoke orders from Saturday and today, had been for various items of the heavily boned, tight laced corsets. And THEY really had to fit properly. I agreed with her on that, as I too knew the difference in feel of a shop bought corset to a specially made to measure one. I asked her about the preteen lingerie, all of which I had to buy in from outside sources, and she asked what the sales were like. I shrugged and told her "High", but, the quality was nowhere near as good as I wanted to sell here. Thankfully, Franny said that she would look into it. I thanked her, and loudly announced I was leaving them all to it, 'before I was physically thrown out'. I skipped up the stairs to everyone laughing, and thought how if all the staff could be kept happy, wouldn't it be great. Back in the office, Felice poured me a coffee, and we chatted more about marketing. After a short while, Felice got down to the nitty gritty of her thoughts. The labels of our in-house designs were all marked as the store's name, and she wanted to remarket the brand as, RomAntique, from the house of Heartwood. I was very unsure of that, but I had after all handed the management responsibility to her alone, and decided she should go ahead IF Franny agreed. My mobile rang then, and on answering found myself talking to the cleaner Michelle had told me about. She introduce herself as Monique, and asked if Michelle had told me of her problem, I said I had indeed been told, and was surprised about it. Monique admitted to being almost distraught. I asked her some sizes, which I wrote down, and we arranged that I would be at her home by 3pm the next afternoon. Monique's 'problem', as had been described to me, consisted of her going to a shop for something on the Saturday morning before the opening of the store, and had walked each way. When she got home, she heard sounds of someone being spanked. She had climbed the stairs quietly, and found her two daughters in their shared bedroom, with the eldest at 13, bent over the end of their bed, and her younger 9 year old sister spanking her with a ruler. At each stroke, the eldest was moaning, and flinching, and the youngest was rubbing herself with her spare hand. After one more stroke, they changed position with the youngest saying that it was now her turn, as her sister had been spanked 6 times now. She watched unseen, as the elder sibling then gave the younger 6 strikes of the ruler. As the younger stood and had pulled her knickers back up, Monique had entered the room demanding to know what was going on. After the tears and such that followed, she was told they had been doing this for over a year now, ever since the eldest had been punished at school in the same manner, and found she had liked it. Obviously Monique was shocked, and when cleaning Michelle's office remarked on the marks she saw on Michelle's thighs. Michelle told Monique of her own needs and desires, mentioning me and not Julie. This had prompted our conversation, so here I was now, walking up to the third floor. I selected two of the preteen lingerie outfits with stockings, and three sets of ankle and wrist cuffs, and five meters of cord, along with a nice new riding crop. I took them to the cash desk, removed the price tags and signed for them, leaving the price tags in the till with my receipt note. I then went to the erotic jewellery counter, picked out one large, one medium, and one small set of the chains with the nipple rings. These I paid for with my credit card. At another booth they had shackles and all sorts of restraints and restrainers. I looked at a telescopic spreader bar, it opened from 30 cm up to 60 cm, with a ring at each end. I purchased 3 of these. All went into a bag, and I left for the office. Felice asked if I had been shoplifting, and I said I'd tell her the reason later. At home that evening, After Felice Patricia and I had shopped for meat, vegetables and spices, we prepared and cooked our own version of an Indian meal for us all. Gaston arrived in time to open the wine he had brought with him, and we all sat to eat. I had already mentioned to Janey about Julie's antics with her slut, and after eating she took Julie aside, and found out that the little minx had been meeting some of her school friends at the beach, using Michelle as 'her guardian'. Her friends mothers happily allowed their daughter's to play there, as Michelle, an adult, was supervising. With wind breakers and parasol, they picnicked, and, Julie had her slut flashing to her friends, and allowing them to, well, quite literally, molest Michelle to their hearts content. Julie told Janey, that usually, there were no fewer than four little preteens, all doing as they please with a grown woman. I actually began to envy Michelle. David had the most wicked of grins on his face about this, and, looking to Felice and Patricia, mentioned that maybe inviting a few of his friends to visit on a Sunday afternoon, on the pretence of a dip in the pool, could turn out to be fun. Felice and Patricia both looked at the table and blushed furiously. We found out later that evening, that David had already spoke to them both about inviting a couple of his new school friends round, and that he David, would NOT be playing the little schoolboy. I told everyone about the problem faced by Michelle's office cleaner, saying that I was going to visit this woman to find out all about it.

After dinner was finished and cleared, we all sat on the settee's, with Felice and Patricia, both helping David with his homework of French literature, language skills, pronunciation. Janey had gotten ready to meet with Bertrand, and was saying her goodbye's in a rush, as Bertrand was here and waiting. Gaston then brought out the paperwork from his advisors regarding the coffee distribution licence. This was a complete breakdown of costing, supply and logistics through distribution, and storage. As the shipments were to all be undertaken in shipping containers of the totally repacked items, everything would be handled by machinery, so speeding the whole process, and cutting many costs. Gaston then said I should be able to make quite a tidy sum with just this 'Sole importers and Distributors Licence'. I told him that I totally lacked the knowledge of setup and running of such an operation. He laughed loudly, and hugged me close. "You'll do good my love, there is already warehousing outside the town that is standing unused. Yes, it is mine, or at least my company's, and in this set of documents, although YOU are the principal licensee, my company subcontracts to you, the receiving station, unloading and storage of the goods, and logistical distribution. This will also provide extra work for my staff, and company profit of course", he smiled at that last, "and even allowing that you never even have to handle another packet of coffee, except to make it for drinking. With all logistics and expenses, according to the calculations, there was a great probability of a profit per unit of each 100gramme bag to the sum of almost half a Franc." I asked how much coffee was shipped in a container, and Gaston replied that on average, a full container should be capable of carrying around 24 metric tonnes of goods. At ten thousand, 100g bags per tonne, 240 thousand 100g bags would be coming per container. And subsequently, a profit I had never thought possible. 120 thousand Francs, per container, just for signing a simple document. "And yes, what your profit is, so is my company's also." Added Gaston. "So, get that contract of licence signed, copied, returned to the growers company, and we start as soon as possible." I signed the two contracts, one for that licence and the other to subcontract Gaston's logistics section, copied the licence into the computer, and sent the e-mail to Hector, along with the full summary of logistic design, and intended means of receiving, storage, distribution and a full invite for discussion as to appropriate advertising.. In bed that night, Gaston was quite animated about my planned visit to Monique and her daughters. I told him that I was too. The very thoughts of them filled me with an untoward excitement. The morning saw us all running around, showering and dressing for the day. I helped Gaston, selecting his suit, shirts and tie, his socks and shoes for the day. I loved the way it had all so easily melded into his bringing so much of his clothing to the house. We used one of the bedrooms to the right hand side of the house, whilst the others used on to the rear. That left 2 bedrooms of equal size unused, except for the bathrooms in times of rush like this. All of the showers in the house had three headed faucets, and large booths capable of three adults sharing. I had Gaston's clothes laid out for him, with 2 fresh shirts spare, and packed for him to take to the office. As he dried himself and dressed, so I next showered. Returning to the bedroom, Gaston had gone downstairs, and I dried off, and slipped a loose shapeless dress over myself for now. Coffee had brewed, and Croissants in the micro wave were soon ready and served. Janey all but flustered into the house, with Bertrand, he wanting to take Janey off again somewhere, and as they waited for David and Julie, to finish their breakfast he and Gaston spoke. All too soon, I was in the house completely alone. No-one else there, and I hated the silence. I started the new computer that Michelle's engineer had installed (all under the watchful eye of Madame **** who lived in the cottage, and sort of acted as unofficial caretaker when no-one was around to live in the house), It was one of the very latest packages available. It picked up the internet connection quickly enough, and I inadvertently typed in for my UK e-mail account. Messages showed from people about my fathers demise, so dealt with them. Three from reporters, that had found my e-mail address by some means or other and were looking for interviews, deleted. One from my college asking if I had any intent on returning, this I answered that no, I would not be returning. And two from Peter, the first stating that my 'aunt' had sought assistance from a solicitor, and he had received a letter from said solicitor demanding the handing over of all financial records and the actual deeds of the farm and estates. He had handed this all over to Mr Dugdale, and that he was going to contact me with regards the outcome. The second e-mail from Peter contained all the relevant details of the farm and fishery, plus accounts for the quarter up to some 2 weeks back, which on quick observation looked good, and finding at the end a full accountants report that these were a "True and Proper" statement of accounts. The last e-mail was from Mr Dugdale himself from three days ago, asking me to call his office at my earliest convenience, concerning my 'aunt'. I reached for the phone and called there and then.

Over the last few weeks since the funeral, it happened that my 'aunt' had made every attempt possible to quite literally take over everything concerning the farm and estates, including myself. As I was under the age of eighteen, she had even started proceedings that she appoint herself as my 'Guardian' and assume all responsibilities for 'my own good, and the good of the farm.' this included a petition to the UK Courts, Families Section, dealing with 'Orphaned Minors'. Apparently, a full hearing had been arranged for 6 weeks ahead. I asked Mr Dugdale, that for now, WHO was considered responsible to grant permission for my getting married whilst under eighteen, and he replied that himself and Peter, having been appointed by my father, AND accepted by me, had that responsibility. I asked him to send written consent to me, and he chuckled, saying he hoped the Vicompte was in good health and asked also after the health of the Count, his father. He then explained that he had made some enquiries, the results he had shared with Peter, and they had both agreed that I was indeed being looked after to the degree of 'decency'. He also offered me his congratulations on Gaston asking me to marry him. I was flabbergasted, how on earth did HE find out? Mr Dugdale explained, he had his own sources honed from various legal dealing in international affairs of business, and always liked to keep abreast of local news wherever his clients were. He also stated that he would NOT be informing HER solicitor of anything appertaining their so-called case, and it would be fun to let them just find out on the day. The letter would be e-mailed to me that day, with a formal hard copy sent in the post by recorded delivery. I thanked him, and hung up to phone Peter. He answered his mobile, and we talked about my discussion with Mr Dugdale, with Peter agreeing also to send a letter of consent by e-mail and recorded delivery, finishing off with telling me that my 'aunt' had twice been refused any access to the house of paperwork. So don't worry, she'll get nothing from me, he concluded. Next I opened my French e-mail account, nothing, so closed all down. The time was now near to 11 am, almost 3 hours of tome had been spent dealing with things, and I returned for another shower, feeling the need to cleanse myself of the old witch's touch. Once dried, I decided on dressing and having lunch in town. Thankfully, the novelty of myself was either wearing off, or, better still, people were forgetting it all had happened, and with only a couple of brushes with people insisting on the use of my title, I was back home by 1.30, and thinking of what I would do regarding Monique and her daughters. To relax a little, and pass some time, I again showered, and now dried back off, my hair and makeup finished, I selected what I was to wear. I chose a full bustier, but with my preferred quarter cups. This had a full body coverage, similar to a corset, but a bodice of soft silk that didn't constrict my now defined tummy, and suspender straps attached for holding my stockings. To this I added a thong, as small as it was sheer, that covered only my pussy, but which cling to me, and concealed nothing from sight. All of this was in a delicate pastel pink. The dress was one that had a ruched and gathered bust covering, and then flared from there to the skirts, that ended just above the knees. The entire dress being of pink pastel silk, with tiny embroidered white daisies over one of the shoulder straps, and around a part of the hem. 4inch heeled sandals, and a silk purse for completion.

 

Chapter 30

I called a cab at 2.30, it arriving within 10 minutes, and with the bag of goodies, set off. Monique's home turned out to be a small cottage to the east of town, at the foot of a lane leading to a large vineyard. She told me later, that she had managed to rent it, but that her meagre widows allowance had forced her to find work as Michelle's office cleaner. I can only describe the cottage as being very similar to those found in the rural lanes of Kent. Small, quaint, but instead of flowers in the garden, vegetables were grown instead. At her front door, we met for the very first time, and from the look on her face realised that Michelle hadn't told her everything about me. Thankfully, I was able to brush her uneasiness away, and we sat together in her little back garden sipping fruit juice over ice, discussing her 'problem'. I asked her if she herself had ever entertained thoughts similar to her girls, with regards to spanking, pain and the like. It took some minutes and a little cajoling, but she did admit to quite often have thoughts of being dominated. Being punished, and, remembering the feelings of warmth from the afterglow, spanked forcefully, and made love to. I listened intently to what became a confession of sorts, never interrupting her flow, and allowing her to speak her innermost thoughts and desires to another, without any fear of judgment. Her discovering that her daughters were in fact indulging in such deep held fantasies for real, had put her mind into a turmoil. Monique returned to her kitchen for more juice, and I followed her in. Once she had refilled our glasses, I took the initiative, and with a little forcefulness, and had her set her glass back down, and bend to lean on her table with her forearms flat to its surface, with her feet about half a meter apart. I asked a now trembling Monique, "Is that, the bodily position you feel would leave your bottom exposed enough for spanking Monique?" Even though resting on the table fully with her upper body, she was trembling, "Yes Contessa, this makes me feel fully vulnerable", was her reply, I stood by her left hip, my right hand now resting lightly on the small of her back. I caressed here for a while, easing her trembling with a gentle touch. My hand move softly to caress it's way downwards, over the swell of her firm buttocks, tracing the outline of the bottom of her globes, and then up and back down the cleft between them, over the material of her skirt. The hem of this skirt had risen considerably as she had bent to the table, and it was this I took between fingers and thumb, lifting it gently, and placing her skirt up and over the small of her back. Monique's trembling returned with a vengeance now, and once her hem was settled, I started to caress the bare flesh of her bum, that was now revealed to me. As per my instructions the day before, she wore a suspender belt, stockings and thong. Sadly, these were not what could be called 'quality', but practical. I caressed all over her bare skin, paying particular attention to the crease between buttock and thigh, and just inside below her pussy. Monique was a very attractive woman, having married early, she had given birth to her eldest at the tender age of sixteen, and now at 29, had a figure and toning that would delight anyone, and all through work, not a gymnasium. As she calmed under my caresses, I placed my right hand between her shoulder blades, and with no warning at all, I swiftly struck each buttock once, quite harshly. This caused her to flinch hard, and let loose with an "Aiiee eee," But, she remained bent to the table, not even turning her head to look at me. I now caressed the struck areas alternately, each gently, teasingly, slowly increasing the pressure of my touch. I felt the heat of the blows grow from her skin, and soon, Monique was wiggling her bum into my touch. Reaching to my bag, I took from it that riding crop, and seeing this, Monique stayed her wiggling, and her trembling returned. Softly, I started to stroke her round buttocks with the tag of the crop, my right hand pressing firmly between her shoulder blades, and struck two sharp, fast and hard blows, one each to the very underside of each buttock, just millimetres above her thighs. Once again, she squealed at the pain, giving also a sharp intake of breath as the sting fully registered in her brain, and shakily, rested her forehead against the table top, with her eyes screwed tight shut. I asked, "When your daughters used the ruler on each other, were marks left by it Monique?" She replied, "Yes Contessa, they both had three marks on each buttock." "And how long did those marks last them?" I added. "They had faded quite a bit by the Monday morning, when they dressed for school", she retorted. I was again now caressing the fresh marks left by the leather tag, feeling the welts raising sweetly, her trembling now replaced by an almost sensual shivering. I pressed harder with my fingers, and squeezed softly, causing her to again breath in hard. Easing the pressure, I struck twice more, keeping my aim true, and laying the crops tag alongside the others, this time closer to the cleft of her bum. Again the squeals that accompanied each blow, her body flinching, her head rising from the table, and the sucking if fresh breath into her lungs. This time, I didn't stop to caress the raising marks, but again struck hard twice more, this time laying the tag slightly to the outside of each of the first. Monique was now trembling almost violently at this fresh onslaught, but again, as her composure returned to her, she resettled her head back to the table top, breathing in with little gasps, caused by the pain from my blows.

I now lay the crop on the tabletop alongside her face, so she could plainly see it's location, and traced above the welts I had caused with gently strokes of my fingertips. Slowly, oh so slowly, she calmed under my touch, and I allowed myself the greatest pleasure of stroking over the three rising and angrily reddening welts, all shaped in the form of the leather tag end of the crop. Monique's breath hissed through her teeth at my touch, light as it was, but I continued my caressing, if only for my own delight. "The marks I have placed on you Monique, will not leave your skin so quickly as the marks on your daughters did. And these will make their very presence felt for some time. They are reddening nicely now, raising quickly, and soon, they will bruise just like those you saw on Michelle. So tell me now, is what you are feeling, reminiscent of the feelings you have had before, and is it what you want?" Monique hesitated only a little, thinking of her words of reply. "Yes Contessa, I am now feeling the heat flowing through my bottom, just like when I was punished as a child." And Monique tell me, tell me truthfully, would you again bend so easily and surely for more, at a future time?" Her voice never missed a beat as I used my hands to help her stand before me, face to face, "Yes Contessa, I would. I would bend for more. This is the first time since my childhood that something like this has happened. But I would bend for more, I now see, I think, why my daughters have been doing this to each other." She admitted this, standing there and shivering, not even moving to either cover herself, or move away. Her face was flushed and red. But she held my gaze, albeit with ragged breathing. I took her face in both my hands, guiding her gently closer to me, and kissed her tenderly on her lips. Little kisses, soothing kisses. Monique responding by leaning in further, but keeping her arms at her sides, and closing her eyes to each kiss. Stepping back from her slightly, I looked down at her titties, and saw her nipples erect, and proudly poking through the material of her bra and top. Lowering both hands to her titties, I brushed my fingers over her nipples, causing her to gasp afresh. I just had time to turn at the sound of footsteps on the path alongside the house, and then her daughters came into view at the back door. Monique also turned then, and both girls stopped dead. Their mouths agape and eyes wide. Monique introduced them to me sweetly. The eldest being named Sandrine, and the youngest Angelina. Both had the same slim figure of their mother, and the delightful, pretty, intoxicating little gap between their top front teeth as well. Angelina, wasn't as flatchested as I thought she would be, with her little bumps and puffy girl nipples beginning to develop, and Sandrine was positively blossoming, with even her nipples clearly defined through her thin school shirt, and her titties nicely rounded. Monique told them, they were to address me as Contessa, as they both knew full well who I was. And they nodded. I turned then, and taking the bag, containing the small lingerie, but removing the separate one holding the cuffs, cord, nipple rings and spreaders, handed it to Monique, instructing her that both girls were to be freshened up, dressed in what was in the bag, and with all three, wearing the shortest skirts they could find that fitted, they should all come to me in the living room. Not once through that direction to Monique did I look to the girls, just straight into Monique's eyes, and she almost curtsied, then bustled both girls upstairs. With a full glass of fruit juice, I went into the living room, taking with me the bag of bits, and the crop. There I sat and awaited their return.

Owing to neither of her daughters having any experience with stocking and suspenders, along with hunting out the shortest skirt they had, it was 30 minutes or more before Monique brought her daughters to the living room, with both, shyly tugging at the hems of their skirts to hide their bare thighs that was showing between hem an stocking top. Even Monique had chosen what was obviously one of Sandrine's skirts and was equally as self conscious as her daughters. I took total command from the moment they stood before me. And ordered all three to stand up straight, feet apart, with their hands on their heads, and fingers interlocked. Through what I took as sheer shock, all three complied without question, and stood as I had ordered before me. Softening my voice, I looked to each of the girls, and spoke, "I have been invited here by your mother, because of you two girls spanking each other with a ruler, and your mother catching you at it." The both blushed so deeply at being informed someone else knew. "I accepted your mother's invitation, because it is needed for you both to realise some very important things about what you had been doing with each other. NOT that it is just plainly naughty of you, but that there is truly a great deal of pleasure that can be had, from actions such as you have been doing. Now, answer me truthfully, and from your hearts please Sandrine, and Angelina, do you REALLY enjoy the feelings of being spanked on your bottoms like that, and does the heat from it after the stinging subsides feel good for you?" Sandrine answered first. "Contessa, it was I that caused it, not my sister", and she looked to the floor worriedly, as if she thought she was in trouble. I said extra softly, "You are not in trouble Sandrine baby, not in any trouble at all. I was merely asking, to make sure you truly like all the feelings involved with what you had been doing together." She looked up then, and saw me smiling, and answered, "Yes Contessa, I do like it, although Angelina doesn't do it as hard as my teacher did it. Bit it is still nice all the same." "Good girl," I said, "as long as I know the truth from you about this, it is all I ask." Angelina took her cue from her elder sister then, and said "I like it too Contessa, I like the sting and the warmth that is there for ages after, it makes me feel funny and tingly in my tummy for ages." I smiled, leant forwards and stroked Angelina's hair softly, causing her to smile more than before. I asked, "And, have you both seen the marks on your mothers bottom yet?" they both shook their heads, and looked questioningly at Monique. I told Monique to turn her back to hr daughters, bend over as far as she could, and keep her legs straight. She did, but hesitated first, only moving top comply once I picked up the crop, and laid it across my lap. Both girls gasped at the sight before them, with Angelina dropping her hands and staring hard at her mother. Sandrine almost dropped her hands, but looked at the crop over my thighs, and readjusted her fingers. I ordered Monique to stand and again face me once more. "Your mother wears those marks, because I placed them there with this" I lifted the crop to show them, "and she told me, that she would happily accept more at another time, isn't that so Monique?" her face now flushed bright red, but she replied, "Yes Contessa, I said that, and I meant it." "So, you see girls, even you mother likes it too, and if you truly want, I'd like to help you find out all that you enjoy, but, in a safer manner, than you had been doing it so far. Are you both wanting that to happen?" the girls looked at each other, and then at their mother. All three then looked at me, and nodded, with slight smiles on their faces, especially the two younger ones. One by one starting with Angelina, I had them stand directly in front of me, and fixed wrist cuffs, nipple rings, and the ankle cuffs to just above their knees. All three now wearing the same, I took the three spreader bars, and using lengths of the cord, I fastened the bar to Angelina's knees, gently helping her to kneel on the floor in front of me, and facing my left. I then secured her wrist cuffs to the knee cuffs, and opened the spreader bar, to forcer her knees apart by almost half a meter. I placed a cushion under her face which was turned towards me, and now she was secured there. I too knelt on the floor at her side, and with my right hand, lifted her little skirt over her hips. Fully exposing her bottom wearing only a thong. I had both Sandrine and Monique kneel in the same manner directly behind Angelina, so that both could see all that I was about to do. I then moved around them both, securing them with the other two spreader bars, and securing their wrists to their knees. Back at Angelina's side, I stroked her hair with my left hand, and again asked her if she really wanted to find out all about the feelings of being spanked and having her bottom warmed. "Yes Contessa, I do, I want it to make me feel warm and tingly like when Sandrine did it to me." With my right hand, I soothingly caressed all over her small, tight, sweet bum, and as with her mother, I used my fingertips tracing all the creases, and her cleft, even, with her legs held obscenely open, deliberately running one finger tip directly over her thong covered pussy slit and sphincter. As Angelina gasped, and wiggled her bum at my hand, I swiftly spanked each cheek once, not as hard as I had done to her mother, but hard enough to elicit similar squeals, and to leave my handprint at the base of each little globe. Angelina flinched, and pulled at the cords tying her wrist cuffs to her knee cuffs. Her little bottom started to glow a bit, and I teasingly caressed the reddening area. I asked her if I had done it too hard or not hard enough, and to my delight said, "It wasn't that hard Contessa, it just shocked me as I wasn't expecting it. I would like it a bit harder." I continued to caress her like that, gently pressing with my finger tips, and flat of my hand, then easing the pressure, and swiftly delivered to sharp spanks in quick succession to each of her cheeks directly on top of the first. Angelina gasped, squealed, tried to pull away instinctively and failed, her breathing ragged and her body trembling. I looked at Monique and Sandrine, their eyes her wide, Sandrine trembled at the sight of her sisters reddening bum, my hand prints starting to show fully, and I smiled at her. That smile letting her know, it was her turn next, and I was going to mark her, just as I was marking her sister.

I was now caressing Angelina's bum gently, teasing over the marks I had made, and picked up the riding crop. Monique and Sandrine both looked with wide eyes, as I took my aim, and struck twice. Each of my blows as hard as my hand, but laying the leather tag in a line of two marks at the very base of each of Angelina's buttocks, just above her thighs. This time she screamed at the sting, but turned her head quickly to the cushion where that scream was muffled. Her little body shook with great tremors, and I paced the crop down on the floor, and started to caress her poor, little sweet bum. I teased all over it, tracing my fingers along the cleft between the two tight little globes, her mother and sister watching with wide eyes every move of my fingers. Watching as the welts raised red and angry, and watched intently, unblinkingly, as I eased Angelina's thong to one side, and stroked my finger tip along her pussy slit, up to her clitty, and back, all the way to her tight puckered sphincter. I teased back to her pussy slit, and found with the greatest delight, that her pussy was leaking her little girl juices. Using my fingertips, I gently eased her pussy lips apart, showing the two bound behind the very inside of this little girls soaking wet pussy. Delicately, I gathered some moisture and slickness, and started to transfer it to her sphincter. Monique knew the feeling that her youngest daughter was now feeling. As she watch her daughter wiggle, and try to push against my probing finger, Monique let out a low throaty groan, and trembled as she herself had an orgasm. With Angelina now enjoying my teasing fingers, I used the ring finger of my left had to reach to her clitty, and rub this nub in gentle circles. Now she was moaning, pushing back at my finger hard, trying to force her clitty to harder contact, and I started to slide the ring finger of my right hand into her pussy hole. I found that spongy feeling little area just inside, and applied a gentle pressure, rubbing there, just as I was also rubbing her clitty, and Angelina was moaning loudly, wiggling as much as she could, and I pushed gently further. I had almost inserted my entire finger, when I felt the tightly drawn ring muscle of her cervix. I rubbed over this innermost ring, and felt her juices flow faster and thicker, and as she started to tense her inner muscles, and push back as hard as her bounds would allow, I removed my finger from her pussy, and as she pushed her hardest to force it back into place, aimed it at her bum hole, and she impaled her own tight sphincter on my finger completely engulfing my digit to my knuckles, then lifted her head and screamed as she orgasmed. Her head almost immediately thrust back to the cushion, and I continued rubbing her clitty, but harder now, and I also started to thrust my finger in and out of her bum as fast as I could. With my thumb, I reached up her tummy, and pressed in to her bladder, and with all the attention her senses were receiving, she released herself, and pee'd as she came on my fingers. This wasn't just a dribble. It was like a full hose pipe let loose. And her pee splashed both her mother and sister in the face. I slowed my moving inside her, and as she calmed, I withdrew my finger from her bum, undid her cords, and as she stretched out, I cradled her in my arms, lowered my dress strap, and to the gasps of Monique and Sandrine, I exposed my nipple, which had an obvious drip of milk in the end of it, and offered it to Angelina. Her mouth opened automatically, and my nipple slipped between her lips, and she sucked, gently, softly, but with enough force to bring my milk down, and start to spray into her mouth. Unsure at first, she soon built confidence, and started to suckle a lot stronger. I allowed her to suckle until her shaking had stopped, and then removed my nipple from her mouth, pulling up my dress with a smile into her eyes. Angelina had two little dribbles of my milk at the corners of her mouth and I bent to her, and kissed them away, licking my own milk from her lips. I helped Angelina stand, and I needed a pee myself, so she showed me the to the loo. I took her in with me then, and as I sat I held her hand and asked her how much she liked what I did. She told me. "I loved it Contessa, I haven't had Sandrine do it anything like that before, and when you put your finger in me I thought I was going to faint. You touched something that sent shocks inside me, and when you made me pee with your finger in my bummy, I couldn't even think." I had cleansed myself by now and we were walking back to the others. I told her that she could now watch from the settee, as it was going to be Sandrine's turn now. This gorgeous little baby held my hand, giggling and almost dancing at my side. Back in the living room, mother and elder daughter were still kneeling side by side, and with Angeline gently sitting down on the settee to watch, I helped Sandrine up to an upright kneeling position, and to move to where Angeline had been minutes before.

As I had her upright, I looked into her eyes and she was trembling vividly. Her hair, face, and top, still had the signs of Angeline's peeing on her, but, I had moved Angeline a bit so about 75% had hit her mother. There was a lock of hair, slightly damp still from pee, and I brushed it clear of Sandrine's face, smiled, and kissed her lips. Sandrine shook so much as I did that, I knew she had orgasmed there and then. I eased her head to the cushion on the floor, and had no need to lift the hem of her skirt. It had risen as she had bent, and the whole of her bum was there in front of me. I opened the catch on her spreader, and had her open her knees just as her sister before. I was merciless with her. Her thirteen year old pussy had a fine covering of soft dark hair, almost sweetly groomed, as if each individual hair had been brushed and trained to lay in the manner of directing my attention to her clitty. And THIS was a treat in itself. Sandrine was blessed with a clitty that was far bigger than I had ever seen on a woman, let alone a girl. It was so large, it was stretching her clitty hood, and trying to peek out from underneath it. I couldn't even help myself, I ran a finger over this nubbin, and it immediately popped out from the skin like a mini cock. Sandrine gasped inwardly, and with the fingertip of my left hand only just touching her clitty, I spanked her bum twice on each cheek, much harder than I had done to her little sister. She leant her head into the cushion, gritting her teeth and hissing, her eyes tight shut, and determined not to make a squealing noise. So I spanked her again, this time as hard as I had her mother, and she grunted hard, letting out a long low toned squeal. I had her measure now, she liked it harder even than Monique had been struck, so just for the hell of it, although I had just swiftly spanked each of her buttocks three times, and quite hard, I gave each buttock another three thwacks, of the same strength as the last, with the last two causing her to push her face hard into the cushion and scream loudly and shrilly into it. Sandrine's breathing was as raged as could be, she tried hard to get control over it, and then had to cope with my caressing and teasing of her reddening bum. I stroked my fingertips all over her gorgeously rounded bum, slowly teasing her. Her trembling started to ease, and I saw that her pussy muscles and anal sphincter were contracting together, making an obscenely looking sight. Again, I stroked my fingertips over her pussy, just touching her clitty, and with her face again buried in the cushion, she orgasmed so fiercely, I thought she would push back too much and have my fingers penetrate her before I wanted them to. She growled into the cushion, long, low, deep as she came. I continued caressing over her bum until she calmed considerably. And with my left hand still stroking over her mound, but not her clitty, I picked up the crop, and lashed her at the bottom of her buttocks twice on each one, right at the joining crease, between buttock and thigh. Now Sandrine screamed, the two strikes causing the welts to stand out almost at once. The two innermost marks, were almost in the inside of her buttocks just a few scant centimetres from her pussy lips. The second two marks were right next to them, almost but not quite touching. I held her up, and stroked softly over the welts I caused, feeling how the rising ridges were hot to the touch. Sandrine shook under my touch, I, allowing her to calm with tender stroking of my fingers, and the odd increase in pressure for the slightest instant. She calmed to my stroking, and started to breathe normally, and I asked her if it was too much for her. She said, "No Contessa, it is what I have wanted for so long, please, don't stop." I then knelt up higher, and straighter, and pulling her to my hip, I gave each of her buttocks three more thwacks with the crop, alternating between left and right. Sandrine bit into the cushion, not just onto it, but into it. Her screams muffled but still loud enough to be known for what they were. She shivered and shook, trembled and almost collapsed, but I held her in my arms, caressing her now bruising bum. Sandrine was soon able to hold herself up in that position, and I gently moved her thong to the side, exposing her pussy to her mothers gaze and she was almost dripping onto my fingers. Her juices were flowing freely, and I inserted the ring finger of my right hand, and although her muscles gripped it almost as hard as her sisters pussy had, my finger slipped inside her smoothly. I massaged her G spot with circular movements, and started the same on her over engorged clitty. Sandrine went wild, bucking and pushing against me, her head pulled back off the cushion, mouth open in an almost silent scream, and a rattling sound as she came. And came. Just like with Angelina, I found her cervix, and massaged that inner ring causing her to try and push her toes through the floor. I raised my thumb to her tummy, slipped my finger from her pussy, and at the same time, pushed my ring finger all the way into her bum, and rapidly finger fucked her like that hard and fast, while pressing her bladder. Just like her sister, Sandrine orgasmed so violently and pee'd hard. I had her aimed at her mother, and as her flow struck fully onto Monique's face.

Monique, with her daughter peeing full in her face, actually came at the same time, her mouth opened and I was sure she was drinking her daughter's pee. I later found that she indeed was. With Sandrine now over her peak of orgasm, I slowed my movements to her clitty and anus, gradually stopping and taking my finger from her clit, and then withdrawing softly from her bum. I untied her wrists and knees, removed the spreader bar, and as with Angelina, I offered her my nipple to suckle on while she calmed completely. Unlike her sister, Sandrine suckled greedily, really wanting it from me. I had to softly tell her to clam her suckling, and soon enough, she was suckling slower, deeper, and my own pussy was flooding. I removed my nipple from her mouth, and moved us both to the settee with Angelina. Once comfortable, with just a little juggling and snuggling, I soon had both sisters suckling my nipples, and I needed to cum. I told Monique to come and kneel between my legs, and even though hindered by her bonds, she did so, as I reached under her daughters and pulled my thong to one side. I then told her to make me cum with her mouth, and within seconds, she had my clitty sucked between her lips, and although I was pinned under two girls, I was soon bucking and screaming in my own orgasm. Not once, but three times I came. The stimulation to my nipples and clitty giving me the greatest feelings of shocks running through my body than ever. All four of us had to calm down, and it took ages for that to happen. But calm we did, eventually. I ended my visit to this lovely family of girls with cuddles and kisses, and thoughts in my head, and with a certain new found knowledge, I returned home to talk seriously with Gaston and the others. As I had already found out, Monique's widow's allowance didn't cover her rent, let alone food and such, and here was a young single mother, a gorgeous figure, and two lovely daughters, to feed and clothe. She had been forced to take a job as an office cleaner, not just for Michelle, she also cleaned the five other offices in the same building. Her hands were cracked, and her nails were non-existent. Worry lines had started to creep onto her face, and I hated that she should have all her time taken by low paid work, with very little time to spend with her children. At home, everyone wanted to know what happened, and I told a very hushed house about my visit. I was betting there wasn't a dry pussy there. I knew Gaston was turned on to heck and back, and believe me, I reaped the benefit of that story twice over, and that was with Julie spending the night with us. I made a decision that night, and it wasn't a hard one to make. Wednesday morning was a similar rush to what it had always been for us. A happy cajoling family throng all trying to get ready at once. At 7.45, Janey bundled David and Julie into the car and took them to school. Not ten minutes later, Gaston was on his way out the door. The Felice and Patricia were next, and then I was alone. I checked my UK and French e-mails and nothing new there, so left that alone. I decided on a breakfast at the store Bistro, so dressed and made up. I at last arrived at the store about 9.30. I chatted a while with Felice, about her rebranding of the store's logo and in-house brands and she had it all on the computer, set for my word. She already had the new labels run out for the crypt, so Franny and the machinists were placing those into the new clothes made, so I told her to do the rebranding at the moment she feels it is right to do so. That was to be Saturday. The main phone to the store rang and Felice said it was for me, it was actually Hector from the coffee growers. My application for sole importers licence was happily accepted he told me, and had called to ask when they could send the first delivery by shipping container. I told him, as soon as they could get one loaded and sent over. I had already been told by Gaston that delivery was expected and all wheels in place to start the receiving and distribution. The only slowdown would be the advertising, and Hector assured me that the directors had already decided to send over the master tape of the advertising they were using in the USA, so it would only be a case of the TV companies using it, and to make sure that the right telephone numbers were used in place of their ones. I thanked Hector for his call and quickly rang Gaston with the news. He told me that Hector had already checked out his logistical company using the normal routes concerning finances and company registrations. So his team were all ready to receive what was sent. Then, I called Monique, I explained that I had a very important offer for her, and wanted to meet with both her and the girls to explain it to them together. She said that the girls come home at the same time each day, and I told her I would be there this afternoon. Hanging up from her, Felice walked into the office with Franny. She had taken on four new staff, three of whom were very experienced in lingerie and corsetry, and as such were really needed for their knowledge. All Franny needed was my permission to order the four new machines and tables. Inside I was laughing away, and just looked at her, and asked why she was still standing there, the machines wouldn't order themselves. Felice and I broke into a fit of giggles and Franny huffed at us, but went to make the calls. Felice then said that she had told Franny to just order the machines, but, our senior seamstress was adamant that I had to be asked first. I told Felice I had made a decision over Monique, and had called her, she smiled and told me that she just knew I would, as both she and Patricia got the total impression that Monique would fit in well with our kinky setup. Now we laughed with real joviality at that aside. Because it was true. I invited her for a late breakfast, and she said I had to see Patricia it her booths first, so we both went upstairs and I was left wondering why she was smiling. She wouldn't tell me. That was until we got to Patricia. Here I was lambasted mercilessly about not keeping my appointment to have my nails done. Ahh I said, busy day and I had forgotten all about it. She whispered to me that she new just what had kept me so preoccupied, and I had to agree. I said that for now, I was going up to the roof for a coffee and a late breakfast, and Patricia insisted that I stop by on the way back down, as this morning was going to be slow, they had no bookings after 10.30 till 12.30.

 

Chapter 31

I was back with Patricia within the hour, and here, I was treated to two of her girls working on my hands and nails. Yes, I know, there was much tut tutting about the state of my nails, and I just poked my tongue out at them all and they got on with it. By lunchtime, I had a lovely set of nails, that were painted with a very intricate design in three colours, using a lemon yellow as a base, white to form tiny little daisy's and a hint of green to give the impression of leaves. It felt so odd, that for the first time in months, I had a full set of nails again. I sat and thought for a while about my decision concerning Monique, and realised I was wrong to wait for the girls to come home from school, and so maybe put Monique in an awkward position with them present. At 2.30, I called a cab, and set off early, I was really glad I had done so. Arriving at her home, I stood by her front door, and heard arguing coming from the back, so being the nosey sort anyway, I walked round there unannounced. Monique was almost in tears, with the farmer bleating on about he and his family losing money from tourists for the holiday letting of the cottage, and that therefore, he was putting the rent up. The problem for Monique being, the new rate of rental would be totally out of her reach, and, that the increase was to take effect from Saturday. I walked into view, and he stopped talking about it. Monique's eyes were filled with unshed tears, and I took her hand, saying that I had heard what was being said, but, that I had a job offer for her which may just prove to be a solution for her. That was when the farmer irritated me greatly by sneering at me and asking if I was going to be paying the rent for, "Her and those lazy girls of hers". I calmly took one of Gaston's business cards from my purse, and gave it to him, saying, "Maybe you would prefer to speak to my husband-to-be and his father about it all, and we'll see how long their combined legal advisors keep you, your farm, and all of your bank accounts tied up, while this is probably sorted in the courts." He looked at the card, and I could see the colour visibly draining from his face, as he recognised the names printed on it. I guided Monique into her kitchen, and with a look like thunder as I closed the door, the farmer stormed off. Inside, I held Monique close to me, and she was very close to crying. I sat her down and put the kettle on, and then repeated that I had a job offer that, if she took it, would solve her housing problem, and hers and the girls seeming needs of yesterday. I told her that, with everyone if the house working, and having things to do, there were many of the chores that were either building up, or Janey and I had to take time out from our itinerary's, to keep on top of it all. Plus with both Janey and I being pregnant, I wanted to offer her, Monique a position in our home as a maid/housekeeper. I then explained that it would be a live in job, for both her and the girls, and that she would also receive an allowance for them all. I would also provide her with a uniform that would be required, but, the formality would be different to how she thought of things. Mine and Gaston's titles were only used on specific occasions, and not all day, every day. I asked her how long it would take to pack and such like, and was HORRIFIED to find out, how all that she and her girls owned would actually fit into 5 large suitcases. This cottage was rented fully furnished, because after her husband had died, the house insurance had lapsed and there had been an electrical short circuit, causing a fire. They lost everything, and in the last year they had lived here, it had been a struggle to even buy the clothing they needed. I all but told her there and then, to pack everything in the cases, and we'll get them moved in. of course there were questions, doubts, fears, assurances. All manner of seeming obstacles, but we did sort things between us, and it helped a lot when the girls came home. They, like their mother had doubts, and questions, and I did all I could to answer and assure. My best was good enough too. I told them I would be back for them on Friday evening, to allow them a full weekend to settle in and get used to us all. Once at home, I started our dinner before the others returned, Janey was first and pitched in to help, and in no time a full roast dinner of pork and all the trimmings was on the go. As usual, Gaston arrived at 6.30 just as all was cooked, and Janey and I were starting to plate it all up. In between all this I told Janey and Gaston about the farmer forcing Monique's hand with the rent increase, and how I got rid of him, and Gaston thought it could be a good idea to have his legal department send a letter, sort of warning of impending doom. Oh to be a fly on that wall when it was received, but, I mentioned, that once Monique and the girls were here, there wouldn't be any need. After dinner, we all just sat and chilled out really, as Gaston had a lot of paperwork for me concerning the coffee importation. Now, I hate paperwork at the best of times, and I also wanted to speak to him in private about my 'aunt's' attempt at insinuating herself as some form of control figure. The paperwork sorted, I asked Gaston to accompany me for a little walk, to discuss what I knew.

To say he was angry, was a bit of an understatement. I explained all that I had been told by Mr Dugdale, including about his checking on Gaston's background, and company, and at that, he was seriously all for, as after all, my late father HAD entrusted my welfare to him and Peter, and thus it was right he did so. But about the witch, he was fuming. We returned to the house, in not so happy a mood as when we left, and thankfully no-one questioned things, because even though visibly angry, Gaston wouldn't let me sit without him keep holding me in a most reassuring way. Thursday morning, I opened my e-mail early, and the letters of permission to marry from Mr Dugdale and Peter were there waiting, with the message that the original letters were on their way together via a personal UK courier, and would be arriving by early afternoon that day. I called Gaston to see, and also the second part of the message, which was a written update of all that had transpired over Edith's attack. At Gaston's request, I printed all this out in hard copy, placed it in a folder, and he took it with him to his office, not even waiting for coffee. I called Janey, Felice and Patricia to see the e-mail too. The only comment being from Janey, saying, so that was the reason for Gaston's black mood last night. I nodded, sighed, and told them, we'll have to see what Mr Dugdale comes up with over this. Janey stayed with me all that day, as we both had appointments with a doctor over our respective pregnancies, and within one hour of the flight from Gatwick landing at Montpelier airport, the courier from Mr Dugdale was at the door. Inviting him in, he asked for my passport, and used a mobile to call the solicitor's office. He was connected with Mr Dugdale, letting him know he was with me, then passed the phone to me. A quick chat with the solicitor to confirm it was indeed me, and on his instructions, I was handed the envelope with the papers in them. The courier left immediately back to the airport, and I called Mr Dugdale myself. I had thought the whole process was a little overdramatic, but was assured the courier, an ex British Serviceman, had worked hard to build his own business from nothing, and had his own methods of ensuring correct delivery. I opened the envelope, and looked at the letters enclosed, showing them to Janey too of course, and there was another letter folded with them, this was a hand written note from Peter saying that he would be very upset not to receive an invite! These I placed in the safe, and called Gaston, letting him know I now had the originals here. I next took a call from Michelle, complaining that she now had to find another cleaner she could trust, but letting me know, she believed it was all for the best, and that Monique had told her of the farmers greed for more money. I asked invited her to come visit this weekend, instead of having Julie at hers, as I had thoughts that it would be easier for the girls to have Julie around, and she more than happily agreed. Speaking of the weekend with Janey, and all that it could be a bit daunting for our three new joiners, I also called Elena, offering an invite for Saturday to her and Thibou, which she readily accepted. Next was a call to Karen, I asked her to come for the weekend, not explaining a lot, just that she would be missing something if she didn't come. I also explained that sadly, with certain things happening, although I had found and made space for what we had talked of, I hadn't been able to talk to the shop fitter about it. But I assured her, I would! Karen asked what to wear and bring, and I told her, short and revealing. I asked how her job prospects were going, and she excitedly told me that she had an interview with the educational authority to get her teaching qualifications checked out, and to confer about her sitting the needed exam to approve her qualifications for teaching here. Before hanging up on her I informed her that I had some big news about her coffee supply, that I would tell her of on Friday. Thankfully, she asked if she should bring a packet over with her, as she had received a box of it from her mother. I asked if she could spare two packets, as it had proved very popular here, with the other pack being used in just three days. She found that very funny, and said she'd make it three packs. I was surprised when Gaston walked through the door, his smile was broader than I had seen for a long while. I walked to him slightly confused, and he scooped my into his arms right in the doorway, and carried me to the living room, sat with me on his lap, and told me some news. "I've spoken with my legal team and my father, and it has been decided that the Count wishes to host our wedding at his casino." I was speechless. "What casino Gaston, what are you on about?" I stammered. "Well, my father is always in Monaco because he has a small casino there. Not as big as the main ones, but very select. And, of course, fully licensed for weddings. As long as it is ours." I took his head in my hands, and banged it against the back of the settee. He laughed as I did this again and again asking him, "What else haven't you told me that I should probably know Gaston? Why keep it all secret until the last minute like this?" He grabbed my hands, laughing at me, and kissed me to shut me up.

Compte Raoul was indeed the proprietor of one of the most select casino's in Monaco, where access was by invitation only. And everyone in the know, knew it. Except me! I started to calm a bit, and asked "And when is this to take place, or is THAT a secret too?" He laughed, kissed me again and said, "Three weeks time, on a Saturday, at 11 am. My father wants to at least arrange the wedding as a present to us, and this is his only chance. His exact words to me were, 'For the daughter who calls me papa, nothing but the best'." There wasn't really a lot I could say about that. So I didn't, I just kissed Gaston hard. I also needed to speak with Franny. For a wedding dress. The time was now nearly 4pm, and not a lot of time for a trip to the shop, so I called the crypt and asked Franny to come to the house as soon as she could, because I had an emergency dress that needed making, but it had to be kept secret. All she asked was, if this was to be my wedding dress, and when I said yes, she told me to get rid of Gaston, and she would bring some of the designs she had been working out, round for me to see. I happily told Gaston, that he was now to be relegated to his golf club for the evening, explaining that in no way was he going to be allowed any sight of my prospective wedding gown. I know he feigned the greatest reluctance, and insisted on calling the harbour restaurant and asking for the chef. Once Gaston had explained the reasons that he was actually ordering a 'take out', he was assured that a full meal for all would be delivered for 7.30 that evening. It then took only thirty more minutes to get Gaston out of the house with a change of clothes in a bag, with Franny having to wait almost 10 minutes to open her folder of designs. Janey set coffee, David and Julie arrived from school, and were told to 'play' by the pool, and at last Franny was able to show me her designs. There were twenty beautifully detailed drawings. No, not drawings, these were works of art completed in pastel paints, worked by fingertips, on black parchment. Along with each design, Franny had a fairly large 'booklet' of material, silks, satins, lace, embroideries, appliqués', teasers. How she had managed to find the time to put all this lot together I had no idea, and asked. Franny explained that the drawings she already had, but obviously there never was the opportunity for her to make use of them, and, as for putting the booklets of various materials together, well that had been an almost impossibility because of the cost, and it was only now, that she was able to use the buying power of the crypt to insist on samples from the supplier we use for our cloth. Felice and Patricia arrived home and were relegated to the pool area with David and Julie. With coffee of course. Looking through all twenty designs, I selected a short list of five, these we had laid out on the two coffee tables in the living room. Our meal arrived then, and Franny covered the two tables with a couple of linen bed sheets I handed her from the linen cupboard. Together, we all brought the poolside table in from the patio, and while the second chef, and waiter from the restaurant, laid everything out we brought in the chairs. Everything else needed, was in three hampers from the restaurant, we didn't need even salt and pepper. Once everything was set, I thanked the two for their diligence, and said that the hampers would be returned tomorrow night, and to ask the Maitre D; to please reserve our favourite table under the awning . We ate, drank the wine, chatted of the wedding, babbled about all that could be, and wondered, wondered what the future held, for all of us. After our meal, all was cleared away and the dishes and cutlery placed into the dishwasher. Franny, Janey and I went back to the designs, banishing the other four upstairs. Soon I had narrowed it to three, and then, the one. I made the choice. This was it. Franny had me stand then, and remove my dress. With measuring tape and paper and pen, she took down all my measurements, taking great pains to ensure a proper fit that would allow for my growing bump. Franny collected all of her designs and booklets, and once I had redressed, Janey and I helped her get them to the car. I sent a text to Gaston saying that a dress had been chosen, and all was now clear for him to return home. When the others came down, Julie was pouting at not seeing what dress I had chosen, but I said it was unlucky to show everyone, but she would be seeing it soon enough once I was going for the fittings, and with her being a bridesmaid, she would be having a dress similar to mine. Julie cheered up with that news, and I sat with her on my lap cuddling her until Gaston came home, and Janey decided it was bedtime for those who had school the next day. It wasn't long though, before all of us were in bed. I felt it was going to be a big weekend ahead of us all.

 

Chapter 32

Friday morning, I saw everyone off to work and school. I was nervous and couldn't sit still. At 9am I called Monique, and asked if she was still at work. She told me that she would be finished in about 30 minutes, so I asked her if she knew my store, well of course she did, so I asked her to meet me at the manageress's office. She told me that she would be there about 9.45 - 10am. I finished dressing, and downstairs Janey had just come back with some fresh produce, which I put away, while she freshened up. We then drove to the store and parked outside. In side we exchanged pleasantries with some staff members, and joined Felice in the office. There were lots of orders for various dresses and lingerie, including the corsets. It seemed the name was really taking off so far. Monique stood outside the office and I called her in, introducing he to Janey and Felice. I explained that She was going to be taken for a snack first, and then I was going to select her uniform from upstairs and here on the ground floor. Felice asked if I needed any help and I told her that I had it covered thank you, I just knew she wanted to see what her uniform would be, and giggled at her pouting. Janey Monique and I went up to the roof bistro, and had a very welcome snack cum late breakfast, and then it was time to start. I asked Monique if she was really sure of this, and she nodded, telling us she was as excited about it as she was frightened. I asked if she remembered my clitty piercing, as I wanted her to have one too. She flinched in her seat, her eyes opened wide, but she nodded, so we took her first to the third floor. At the erotic jewellery counter, I spoke to the girl there, who closed the door, and took a box containing the same bar as mine, then invited Monique to sit. Once the girl was ready, and Monique had removed her thong, she set out her instruments, and within one minute, Monique had a pierced hood the same as mine. After I paid for the bar and piercing, we moved to the fetish clothing area. Here I selected a minidress maids outfit which Monique had to try on two of them to get a fit, I selected three of that size for her. These even came complete with apron and cap. Next was the mini vibrator and a stainless steel butt plug, and a lockable collar. The plug and collar were engraved to my request, and all bagged, with the price tags placed in the till and signed for by me. In the lingerie department, I selected three corsets, one of green and black, one of blue and black and one of purple and black, silk based with black lace trim. Three sets of matching bra suspender belt and thong in the same colours, and 6 packs of silk stockings. Again, the price tags were removed, placed in the till and signed for. On to the dresses, and there I chose two full bodied and sleeved dresses, in black, which would match the caps and aprons of the mini dress maids outfits. It was Felice who took the price tags to these, and signed the chit for the till, and tried to trick me into telling her of the other items in the bags. It was then into the car, and to Monique's rental cottage for their suitcases. 5 cases in all, that fitted into the Land Rover easily, along with the 3 cardboard boxes of stuff that wouldn't fit. The farmer was there, and I looked around noting that the entire house was spotlessly clean, so I even took some photo's with my mobile, saying to the farmer, it was to prove the cottage had been handed back cleaned. Back in the car, Monique had tears in her eyes, and I took her hand by placing my arm between the front seats. Back home, we brought her things in between the three of us. It took a few trips, but we managed it fairly easily, and once in the bedroom of Monique and the girls, The suitcases and boxes were placed on the floor, and the bags on the bed. I took everything from the bags, and insisted that now Monique was to wear her uniform. Janey and I helped her to get the corset on, after she had the stocking pulled up, and then did the laces nice and tight. Monique's titties nestled on the quarter cups deliciously, with her rosy nipples standing free and proud. Then I picked up the first of the minidress, outfits and had her put that on. Just as I had hoped, the dress did nothing to cover her lace stocking tops, and with the apron and cap, both Janey and I said we could so easily molest her there and then. Monique was blushing all through our assisting her, and when I refused her the thong, making her leave her pussy bare, I thought she would orgasm there and then. I took her butt plug to the kitchen, and placed it in the steriliser with all our other ones, once of course I changed the water and fluid. The collar I had bought and had engraved was in my purse. No-one was seeing that yet, but I hung the leash on the hook by the back door. Monique now stood before us in what I found were her only good pair of heels, and asking her size, I phoned Felice and explained, how in our haste, I had forgotten he shoes, asking her to select 2 pairs of heels, and one pair of a sensible style that could be worn all day. NOW Monique was ready to start properly.

We showed her where all the items were, taking her to the patio and pointing out the vegetable garden, saying that we all helped with planting and cultivating, but it was her responsibility to select what was required each day. Even in her minidress outfit. Monique nodded and blushed even deeper, but relaxed when I assured her she wouldn't be seen by anyone else, and that Janey and I often walked there naked. I next showed Monique the refrigerator, a huge American model with two doors, and the matching freezer next to it, pointing out that the lamb was for dinner that night, but first, Janey and I would like a coffee, to sit with, before the children were collected. Janey and I explained, how we had already decided to drop me off at the girls school to collect them, while Janey went to collect David and Julie, and then would come for back for us, to bring us all home. This, I said was so Sandrine and Angelina weren't left alone on their first time to be brought back here. Sitting on the settee, it was a lovely thing for Janey and I to be waited on for the first time, with Monique quickly seeming to get into her role. Monique prepared the vegetables, and set them to their respective pots and pans, then took the lamb joint from the chillers' box, placed herbs around it, and placed it in the oven ready to be switched on. Once all was ready, Janey and I had finished our coffee, so I told Monique to clear the cups to the dishwasher, and while we collected the children, she should maybe start the unpacking as soon as the meat was on. Janey and I then left in the car for the schools. Once in the Land Rover, Janey could no longer suppress her giggles, and neither could I. and when I told Janey how I could so easily have molested Monique as she worked, Janey agreed that she could have too. Sandrine and Angelina went to a different school to David and Julie, because of their original addresses, such was the reason I was to meet the girls. It was only about 10 minutes after Janey dropped me off, that the girls came out of the school, saw me, and ran to my open arms happily. We only had a few minutes wait, and Janey was back with David and Julie, so with quick introductions made, we all got in the car and drove home. The kids were all four quiet in the car, because of the newness of it all, and we arrived in silence. As we entered the house Monique came down the stairs, and her daughters eyes almost jumped out of their little heads. David was impressed, and Julie asked if Monique was really now our maid. We three adults explained how it now was to all four of them, and I showed Sandrine and Angelina their room. I had brought in a single bed for Monique, and the two girls were to have the double. Their mother had unpacked nearly all their clothes, so it was just a peek in the wardrobes to see what was where. Telling the girls to grab their homework, and come downstairs after freshening up, I returned to the living room. David and Janey had already started their homework, on the basis of "done early then play". like Julie, Angelina's homework was light and simple compared to their older siblings, and with Janey and I helping them, the whole weekends work was done. Next I helped Sandrine with her English homework, and soon, all that was left was David's French literature to do, with him now just waiting for Felice and Patricia to come home. He did a fair bit himself, but as he was also still learning the language, and becoming very fluent, a little help never went amiss. What I noticed and pointed out to all, that was distracting him, was Monique's constant bending as she tended to the cooking. I had already told her that she wasn't to turn sideways at all, and was to keep her legs as straight as possible and together at all times. Coupled together with no thong, and we were all being treated to the sight of her pussy squeezed between her thighs, and the sight of her new piercing glinting in the light. Monique became even more self conscious of this, as I mentioned that ALL of us were looking and even licking our lips at the sight of her. During a lull in her needing to tend the cooking meal, I asked Monique to fish out her plug from the steriliser, and bring it to me in a paper towel to dry it off. She did this with an almost worried look on her face, and as she passed it to me so wrapped, I told her where the lubricant was in the wall unit drawer. This she paced on the coffee table in front of me, and I dried off the plug carefully. Sandrine and Angelina looked with wide eyes at this, and gasped as I smoothed some lubricant over it. I then told Monique to stand close to me, and place her hands on her knees, with her feet about half a meter apart. Redder faced than ever before, she complied, and I dribbled a little of the lube onto her, just above her sphincter. I touched her bum with the head of the plug, and as she flinched, I applied a little more pressure. She wasn't the only one to groan as it slipped inside her tight puckered hole. Julie, Sandrine and Angelina, who all had a direct view also groaned as her sphincter muscle opened to accept the intruder, and swiftly closed behind it, gripping the slim rippled shaft. I slowly eased the shaft in and out of Monique's sphincter, allowing her to feel the sensations of the ridged shaft doing their job of stimulation.

I allowed her to calm without cumming, and told her to stand up straight, and turn around. I then had her lift her little skirt, to show her daughters her new item of jewellery. Both of them were totally fascinated by this sight of their mothers newest addition, and I promised them both, that along with Julie, maybe, they too could have one each too. Angeline sat on my lap, and said she'd love one, while Sandrine too asked her mother if they could, but before Monique could answer the doorbell rang. I knew it was Karen, but Monique froze and looked at me. I smiled and nodded for her to open the door, and she slowly walked to it. She opened the door, while trying to hide behind it, and I called Karen to enter. As she came into the living room, she was looking at Monique and Angeline on my lap, with Sandrine beside me. I made introductions all round, and Karen couldn't take her eyes off Monique's daughters. At my instruction, Monique took the coffee from Karen, and set the coffee maker to make some. The sweet nutty aroma soon filling the open plane kitchen diner and flooding into the living area. Karen admitted then, how had she known I wanted to take a maid, she would have applied herself. I smilingly told her that then, she couldn't be doing what I had planned at the store for her, and warned her to answer no questions from the others about it. Janey David and Julie really tried to find out what it was, but Karen and I stayed tight lipped, with Karen becoming visibly excited by the mere thought of it. Monique brought in the coffee for us and cold drinks for the kids, and I relented somewhat, insisting that Monique join us. It was a delight to watch her sit, forgetting about the plug, and almost jump straight back up again, as the rippled shaft made it's presence known. I then told Karen about the plug, much to the added embarrassment of Monique, saying she would surely see it sometime tonight, I was sure. Felice and Patricia came in next, and again more introductions all round, and it was again lovely to see the faces of Monique, her daughters, and Karen, as both of these gorgeous young women greeted David with full kisses, and all three sitting there cuddling. Both Karen and Monique were openly squeezing their thighs together at this sight, until there was another ring at the door which I just knew, would blow the minds of the four newcomers to our home. Monique again walked to the door, and on opening it, like before trying to hide behind it, there stood Michelle. I laughingly called her to join us, saying that a coffee would be ready in a minute for her, and she walked in looking at the new faces. with all introductions again made, and Michelle greeting everyone, it was now Julie's turn to cause a stir. "Do you not greet your Mistress first whore?" she almost bellowed at Michelle. This caused Janey, David and I to burst into giggles, and the others to stare open mouthed at this outburst. Their surprise was made all the more so, when Michelle quickly dropped to her knees in front of Julie, begging for her forgiveness, but Julie was having none of it. She had Michelle turn her back to us all, then walked to the wall unit, took the riding crop that was there, and had Michelle place her forearms flat to the floor with her bum raised high. Julie used the crop to flick her poor slut's skirt up over her waist, stood beside her, and with four, measured swipes, raised two welts on each of Michelle's lower buttocks. Julie's left hand stroked the welts, with her slut moaning, and teased her bruises, before squeezing them hard. Michelle lifted her head back groaning, and Julie delivered two more to each cheek, these landing beside the first two at almost the exact same height. After making six, hard painful strikes on each of her poor whore's buttocks, Julie teased again the swelling welts, squeezing them firmly to make sure they were fully felt. To finish this punishment, Julie had her again turn and face us, and kiss the crop Julie held out to her, while thanking Julie for teaching her the error of her ways. Placing the crop back to the unit, Julie then had Michelle crawl to her, and hug her hips in what Julie called the proper greeting she had taught her slut to do. Michelle had real tears in her eyes, but did as she was told, while Monique and Karen almost wet themselves, Angelina on my lap was pressing both hands into her groin, and beside me, Sandrine actually had her skirt to her white knickers trying to stroke herself. I placed a hand over Sandrine's, and softly pulled it away, smiling at her, and she pulled her skirt back down with her other hand. I then said for Monique to now ask Julie if Michelle was to be allowed a coffee, which she did, to be told that yes, now punishment had been administered, "the slut may have a coffee, THIS time." Once all coffee cups and cold drinks had been refilled, I went into the kitchen to check with Monique that all was ok, and to tell her how she too would be punished, by me, for any similar transgression in her duties. I then kissed Monique softly on the lips, saying that I hoped it wouldn't take too long before something happened, so I could use the crop on her bum like Julie had on Michelle's. The blush on her face was worth it all, as was the look of longing too. I had asked Monique to ensure dinner for 7pm, and at 6.30, Gaston arrived home, and with him giving smiles to all I introduced him to Monique and her daughters. I then sent him up to freshen, saying that dinner would be in about half an hour, and twenty minutes later, her was back, wet haired and changed into casual clothes.

Because now, there were twelve for dinner, instead of our usual seven, the two poolside tables were brought in along with the chairs, cloths draped over them, places set, and dinner was brought in by our new maid. One thing was certain, Monique was a great cook, the meal bringing compliments from all of us. After desert of fruits and ice cream, it was a joint effort on all our parts, to clear the tables, put them back outside with the chairs, and set everything into the dishwasher. Monique made coffee for all that took it, and at the aroma wafting in from the kitchen, Gaston said, "Ahh I remember now, something happened today," then leaped up, walked out to his car, and returned carrying a large box of the coffee, which turned out to be from the very first container from Columbia. Karen was surprised at the sight of it, and I told her how we now had the licence as sole European Importers for the growers. I asked Gaston if any were still in storage, and he told me, how from four containers, with 24 pallets in each being delivered and unloaded, there was only four pallets of the coffee left in the warehouse. I told him that I wanted two of those for the store, as the coffee bars on the ground and first floor, were ready to be started. He assured me that two pallets had already been loaded onto a van for delivery tomorrow morning. OK, I said, I'll need to be there myself too, as I wanted to make sure all was right with the new machines. Gaston told me that JP and Mumu would be there too in case anything needed last minute moving, and I said I was glad, as I had a question for JP. We were sitting sipping our coffee, when I saw that Julie was playing with Michelle's nipples who had her eyes closed in enjoyment, and was being watched by Sandrine, Angeline, Monique and Karen quite diligently. David was whispering with Felice and Patricia, and the three of them stood saying they were going to their room. Janey and I asked what they were going to do in there on their own, and David asked if we wanted a blow by blow account of what he intended to do with Felice and Patricia. The two girls blushed out completely at that, and with his cheeky grin, leading the way and our laughter behind, they all three went upstairs. Monique and Karen cleared the coffee cups and made a fresh pot, and suddenly I saw that Julie was cradled lovingly in Michelle's arms and suckling away at her nipple like a baby, and Michelle was almost purring. I saw that Janey's top had wet leak marks where her nipples were, and pointed them out to Angelina. Janey looked down and smiled, then held out her arms to the little minx, who quickly scooted onto her lap, as Janey opened her top, allowing Angelina to start suckling her nipple. Now we had two little preteen girls being suckled, and that left Sandrine. She was looking jealously at her sister and Julie, so I called beside me, undid the straps on my dress, and lowered it exposing my full titties to her. As soon as I held my arms out to he, she quickly adjusted her position, lay across my lap, took my nipple in her mouth and sent the ripples of pleasure I loved pouring through me and down to my pussy. When Karen and Monique returned with the coffee, I thought there was going to be coffee all over the place. Karen stopped dead at the sight, and Monique nearly crashed into her. Gaston said he felt a little left out at what was going on, and both Janey and I said we'd have plenty for him if he wanted later. Karen sat at Sandrine's feet then, and I told Monique to show Karen her plug properly by bending over in front of her. Red faced, she did as I told her, and then at my instigation showed Gaston. He reached out, and pushed the plug fully deep into her, and she orgasmed as the plug sank into her anus. I had placed my hand on Sandrine's thigh, and slowly slipped my hand under the hem of her skirt, up to her tummy, and down into her knickers. There I started to massage her clitty, with round circular strokes, and in no time at all, Sandrine came in my arms, moaning her cum into my titty. Karen threw all caution to the wind, and started to masturbate herself in front of us. I called her and Monique total slut whores for what they were both now doing to themselves, and ordered them both to stop. I sat Sandrine up, and told Monique to fetch me the crop Julie had earlier used on Michelle. I had both Monique and Karen kneel on the floor side by side, with their forearms flat to the tiled floor and skirts pulled up over their backs. I gave them both exactly the same that Michelle had received, six full strokes of the leather tag on the very bottom of each buttock. Taking my time, I made this punishment last almost an hour. Teasing them, making the welts raise and rear, into angry negatives of the crops business end. After they had both been marked that way, I ordered Monique to remove her plug, and wash it clean before placing it in the sterilizer. This she rushed to do, her minidress flaring to show the bruises on her buttocks I had put there. As it was getting late, I had the girls and Monique go to bed together, with Julie taking both Michelle and Karen, while Janey and I went with Gaston. I had already spoken to Monique about ensuring both Sandrine and Angeline join Julie in using contraception, to which she had agreed and asked about herself. I told her NOT for herself, as David did like paying attention to her bending over in front of him. Her face showed her excitement at my words, and with a very slight smile, said yes, she would do as I wished.

 

Chapter 33

Saturday morning came, and I awoke to the aroma of fresh coffee wafting upstairs from the kitchen, I sneaked out of the bed, so as not to disturb Janey and Gaston, showered quickly, and with just a rub down with a towel, pulled on my dressing gown and went downstairs. I was just in time to give Felice and Patricia a hug before they left for work, and as I waived them off, Monique brought me in a coffee. Before she had left, I asked Felice to make sure that only staff trained with the coffee machines actually used them, we didn't want accidents on this. I walked to Monique, and as she was about to turn back to the kitchen, I caught her wrist, pulled her close to me and kissed her fully on her lips. I allowed my hands to wander over her back, as my tongue gently teased her bottom lip. Finally, I slid my right hand under the hem of her skirt, and stroked over her bum, where I knew my marks would be. I pulled my head back slightly, breaking our kiss, and asked her if she felt OK after yesterday. I needn't have worried, her telling me she had felt so humiliated with the length of the dress, and how much it allowed to be shown, while knowing that all of us were watching her every move.

I assured her, how I was in no way unimpressed at how she handled it all, and also that, she came very close to being raped by Janey and me. The look of lust she gave. told me that, it would not have been rape at all. With a final kiss before I let her go, I looked at her closely, and thought aloud how, I would have to have her dressed like that, the next time we had Gaston's friends around for drinks, or a meal. Her face was a picture of shock, horror, incredulity, and lust. But she saw my smile, and relaxed, turning back for the kitchen.

The first down after myself, were Sandrine and Angelina, these two coming to my open arms for a hug and kiss good morning. Today I wanted to get some things done at and for the store, and also, for these two lovely nymphets. One thing not made at the crypt, was dresses similar to the adult versions, for younger girls. Now by adult, I mean of the style sold on the ground floor, and wanted to chat to Franny about this. Julie, by now, had a lovely selection of lingerie and outfits, some even bought for her by Michelle, and some even being NOT for public use! Sandrine and Angelina though, they had their 'best' outfits and school clothes, but their everyday get-ups were much more of the practical, hard wearing style, as opposed to girly, or chic. They along with their mother, were in need of a clothes shopping trip, and a complete revamp.

Back upstairs, I sorted makeup and hair and dressed for the store, to see all was OK, and also to talk to JP about the third floor "installation" I had thought about. Karen emerged from the bedroom, all ready for the day, with Julie and Michelle close behind. I asked her if she would go with me, as there was something I needed to do, and I'd like her to see to. By the time I'd had another coffee, everyone else was up and dressed, with Gaston surprising me by asking if David would like to go along with him. He explained that there was a driving range, and a club Pro, with a couple of practice greens to learn on. Well of course, David jumped at the chance, and the two of them sloped off together, as if they were doing us all a favour by getting out of the way.

Karen and I got to the store, barely a scant 5 minutes before opening time, and already, the little bistro on the corner had a queue out of the door, and there was even a small queue at the doors to the store. Inside I sought out JP, with Karen close in tow. I found him, with Mumu almost laughing uncontrollably, because in attempting to move the coffee machine stand on the ground floor, he had spilt a whole 8 ounce bowl of ground coffee, with it mostly landing on his foot and in his working boot. Amidst his cursing and hopping, Felice, Karen, Mumu and I, teased him mercilessly, along with his 2 workers, but, pulling faces at us he gave back just as good and all was soon ready. Miraculously, all was ready, with the last of the spilt coffee being vacuumed up as the doors were opened. The coffee machines were started, and I asked JP to come and see what I had in mind upstairs. At the area by the "toy" section, the staff there had cleared a nice sized area by condensing the displays together. I stood in the clearing with JP, and explained how I would like a changing room, with a toilet at the back, and asked if it would be a viable proposition. He looked all over the back of the small toilet block already there, and told me that yes, what I wished would be easy enough to do. And he would be able to have it ready for next weekend. He never asked what it was for, but when I glanced at Karen, she was red faced, and her eyes filled with a lustful fear.

At my invitation, JP and Mumu joined Karen and I at the rooftop bistro, for coffee and pastries. There, once served with our selections, JP asked what the room was to be for. With Karen looking horrified at what I might say, I explained that some customers had asked about 'testing' of the toys and such. JP laughingly commented that, he wished he hadn't asked now, as it was just too much information. After their snack, JP and Mumu left us alone, and I was able to ask Karen if she was sure as to what I was planning. She sat in thought, looking around the rooftop, and then at me, nodded, and stated that yes, she did want it to happen, but wondered how it could be arranged. I told her to come with me, stood, and returned to the adult area.

There were a few customers looking around, but I took all three staff I employed there to one side, and with Karen, profusely embarrassed by the way, I explained to the girls how, from Saturday, we would have a testing room for the toys and such, for our lady customers. A girl named Charlotte, stated that there had been many asking if it was possible to test items, but had been told there wasn't. The other two nodded and spoke their agreement with Charlotte, so I explained what was to be. All three loved the idea, and Karen stood slightly behind me, her legs together, head looking down, hands held together in front of her. And blushed. I took Karen back downstairs to the office, getting us both a coffee on the way. It did seem strange to have the aroma of this coffee now wafting all over the store, but the nuttiness of it, was attracting a lot of attention. And with the inclusion of the ground ginger, the comment forms were being filled in very regularly. As instructed by Felice, the girls operating the machines for our customers were telling everyone, that come Monday, the coffee would be on sale at this store only.

In the office, I told Karen how, next Friday, she was to come to our home, and there she would be shown her 'uniform' for the Saturday. I pulled up the page on the computer, displaying a pink silk corset with quarter cups, with black lace trim, black silk bows and suspender straps, and black lace stockings. Accompanied with black stiletto heels, a gown mask in the shape of a cats face and a ball gag, that was to be it. Karen shuddered at the thoughts in her head. I next gave Karen a list of Sandrine's and Angelina's sizes, and asked her to bring a selection of four of the preteen lingerie to the office for me, while I left to speak to Franny about the dresses in girls sizes. I was beaten to it. Franny laughed at me, and took me to a small storage cupboard away from the main area, and inside were dresses in various girls sizes, all waiting for somewhere to display them. Franny had a great suggestion for that. The empty shop next door, that was a part of the main building! Have an adjoining door from the main sales and show area, to a "Junior Showroom", with no windows, and all displayed therein, with changing rooms to allow mothers to assist their daughters changing. Another job for JP! I met Karen back by the office with Felice, and signed the chit for the lingerie, to add to the sales tickets Felice had already removed. And with everything bagged, we left again for home.

At home, Janey, along with Monique and her daughters were alone, as Julie had taken Michelle off to the beach. So the bags were just dumped on the floor beside the big unit, and I took a few of the sealed packets of money from the safe, placing them in my purse. I had all three then change into throw over dresses, and with Janey and Karen, took them back to town in the area where Gaston had bought my new outfits. It took a good three hours, but at the end, all three were fitted with a completely new wardrobe. With all that had been bought I was glad we had come by car. Even then, everything and everyone only just fitted in. At the house, it was a melee of clothes being modelled, both dresses and skirts, AND the lingerie. Although it was now creeping into autumn, it was still hot here, so I just stripped off everything except my thong, and sat out on the patio. Janey and Karen soon joined me, also stripped down, and we basked in the afternoon sun, with even Sandrine and Angeline joining us. Both Karen and I were literally licking our lips at the sight of these two, like us, clad only in a wisp of a thong.

Monique had again changed back into her maids uniform, and brought us coffee by the poolside, And I told her to return with her steel plug, and the lubricant. This was brought on a tray, and placed on the table beside me. The heat of the afternoon, coupled with the sight of her daughters close to me, had me feeling that hot flush within. I sat up on the lounger, and applied a sweet coating of the lube to the plug, which I left standing on it's base, in the centre of the tray. Then, with Monique trembling at my side, I instructed her to lay across my lap, with her toes on the ground, and her head on the lounger. Slowly, oh so slowly, I slid the hem of the maids dress over Monique's firm, round bottom. My left hand between her shoulder blades, my right, now caressing softly those white globes before me. I traced my fingers the full length of her divide, allowing my nails to softly tease and scrape her puckered hole. She flinched. She gasped. She pushed her head downwards, and her bum up higher, but I continued my caress, never once allowing her movements to increase the pressure of my touch.

Monique started to relax on my lap, her whole body quivering in anticipation, and I struck! Twice on each globe I struck. Twice I left an almost perfect handprint on each mound of quivering flesh, that tensed and jerked under my onslaught. Monique's gasps at the strikes, turning to almost sobs, trailed off into silence. Janey sat watching, laying back comfortably in her seat. Karen was on the edge of hers, knees and thighs pressed firmly shut, her body movements rocking her pussy on the seat edge. Sandrine and Angelina, both with their hands pressing the wisp of silk that was their thongs, firmly into their tiny slits. I again started to caress the now reddening globes that lay on my lap. And slowly I increased the pressure of my touch, eliciting fresh gasps from Monique's sweet lips, as I squeezed her bruises.

I continued with a most gentle touch of my hand, all over Monique's buttocks, and she soon calmed down and began wiggling on my thighs. I felt the heat my spanks had generated, through the skin of my hand, knowing that her bottom was stinging by just sight alone, but decided this was not enough. At my request, Karen swiftly brought me the riding crop from the living room, and handed it to me, with Monique looking at it, and whimpering softly. I softly stroked the leather tag end over my willing victim's bared and reddened cheeks, the first touch causing her to flinch and tense. Time, oh how I took my time with Monique's 'punishment'. I wanted, and needed her to wait for the strike. I fought inner demons that sat on my shoulders urging me onwards to complete her suffering, and stroked continuously until she once more relaxed. Twice I struck, fast, on the fleshy part at the very bottom of her globes. Monique jerked almost viciously upwards, her hands pushing hard on the lounger and causing her body to arch on my thighs.

A hiss, as if escaping gas from a ruptured pipe shot from her lips as the pain registered. Her head twisted in agony to look at me, and as I looked back, with a questioning look in my eyes, my personal muse nodded her head, relaxed her arms and shoulders, and resumed her readiness for more. I laid 6 strokes of that crop, on the bottom of each round and bruising globe. The welts rising angrily, quickly, and urgently. Monique was sobbing, her shoulders shaking in tandem with her sobs. Each pair of strikes, as I laid them, I teased with soft touches, building the pressure slowly each time. Her gasps of pain, first at the strikes, and than at my pressing and teasing, escaping her lips. I can only estimate that all this took around 20 minutes at least to complete, and more possibly, longer. Once I had finished the last of the strikes, I lay the crop to my right, and with my finger tips, I traced the outlines of the welts on her sweet bottom. Only when Monique had relaxed, did I cease my touches, and picked up the heavy steel butt plug.

The lubricant had dried almost completely, so I had to apply another coat to the cool, rigid steel of the bulb. Another portion of this slickness I drizzled onto the spot just above her rosebud, and using my index finger, massaged the lotion over, around, and inside her sphincter. Placing the bulbous head of the plug against her now slick anus, I applied a delicate pressure, rolling and wiggling the plugs smooth rounded conical end against her opening, marvelling as it started to give and dilate. It was Monique's own movement of pushing back at me, which caused the plugs head to fully enter her, with the sphincter muscle swiftly closing over the head, and gripping the half inch thick shaft. Her gasp at this intrusion was plainly heard by everyone, and as soon as she gripped the shaft, started to hump her body backwards to get the stimulation of the ridges on the shaft. I relented to her needs, and maintaining my grip on the rounded nail-head base, thus allowing her the pleasure of the stimulation, caused by the shaft pistoning in and out of her. The ridges did their intended job, and she orgasmed over my lap. Her head rising, her breathing ragged, her voice giving vent to her cum. The sound started from low in her throat, rose in tone and strength, until she screamed her pleasure, her entire body rigid yet trembling violently, and I pushed the base firmly home.

Monique's orgasm abated slowly, the aftershocks of the tremors gaining more time between them, with the passing of many seconds intervals. Finally, my muse quietened where she lay, her breathing becoming once more smooth and steady. I guided her with my hands, to shuffle down and into my embrace, where I held her, rocking her, and kissing her lips and eyes, and all the time telling her how much she pleased me, and that I was congratulating myself for choosing so much, the right person for the job. Once calmed and tears dried, Monique stood before me, I inspecting the marks I had placed on her. The sight that greeted me, the memory of what I had just done, and the knowledge of what heat she was now feeling caused me to shiver with lust. Even Janey now, was moving her knees slowly up and down, pressing her thighs together tightly, and then relaxing to stimulate her pussy and clitty. Turned on as I was, I had no intention of finishing there. And looking at Karen, Sandrine and Angelina, all of whom were openly staring at Monique's punishment marks, so obviously on display beneath the hem of her dress, I saw that all three, together, were each on the verge of orgasm.

Picking up the crop from beside me, I struck the top of the table hard, the sound bringing the attention of three pairs of eyes to me, and stopping the orgasms that were so close. I looked at each in turn, starting with Karen, telling all three what dirty little sluts they all were, for allowing themselves to reach the states they were so obviously in. I looked directly into their eyes, one at a time, and told them how now, they too were going to be punished also. My last eye contact was with Sandrine, a look of doubting but eager fear I saw there in those pretty eyes. I held out my left hand to her, a most wicked smile playing across my lips, and as she took my hand, pulled gently in encouragement, to have her stand and lay herself over my thighs, as her mother had done before her. Unsteady and nervous, she complied with my bidding, and soon she too was over my thighs, her tight, bubble bum under my caressing hand, as she shivered in anticipation, and I removed her thong, sliding it down her legs and off her feet.

I didn't bother using my hand with Sandrine, I knew her limit of strikes with the crop, but wished to push that limit slightly onwards, indeed, as were my intentions for both Angelina and Karen. I had Karen kneel on the wooden patio pool decking, directly behind Sandrine, and place her hands on her head, interlocking her fingers. Close enough was she, to have a direct sight, yet far enough to avoid flying feet. I loved the way this made Karen's almost non existent titties with their dark large nipples and areola, push outwards from her chest. I teased Sandrine's luscious tight muscled bum, with soft strokes of my fingertips, trailing along, and into the cleft of her divide. On her pink puckered anus, I circled my fingertip gently, before continuing my caress. Like her mother, when I touched to her skin, the leather tag of the crop, she flinched, gasped sharply with an inward breath, and released a tiny yelp of uncertainty. I allowed myself the greatest pleasure of delivering to each of her globes, three good firm strikes of the crop, directly on the dividing crease of buttocks and thighs. She yelped, sobbed, twitched and struggled, my left hand holding her steady between her shoulder blades, as each blow fell.

At each strike to her globes, I stopped and caressed, teased gently, allowing her time to recover her wits and breath. Once all six strikes were completed, I laid the crop aside, and inspected my handiwork, stroking across the welts, teasing them, pressing them, squeezing them. Sandrine groaned at the pressure on her bruises, tensed her buttocks at each touch and quietly sobbed as I massaged between her shoulder blades. My fingers stroked over her bum, and into her divide, first stroking again her puckered anus, and downwards, to her pussy. As I knew it would be, her pussy was as a river of wetness. She saw as soaked as any woman twice her age would be, after being teased with having her clitty rubbed. I gathered that slickness, using it to coat her bum hole, and looked at Karen, who's eyes were wide, and mouth all but drooling at what she saw.

There were TWO sharp intakes of breath, followed swiftly by TWO moans of lust fuelled delight, as I sank my right ring finger completely into Sandrine's sopping wet unused cunt, and my forefinger into her extra tight sphincter. The gasps came from both Sandrine and Karen. From Sandrine, because of the sudden and instant feeling of filling invasion, and from Karen, at the raw and erotic sight before her eyes. Karen almost doubled up in emphatic sympathy towards Sandrine's movements and gasps. Using my fingers, I massaged Sandrine's G spot at the front of her pussy, causing her to wiggle and judder on my thighs and fingers. Her own movements causing further impalement on them. So far did she push down on my fingers, the tip of the one in her pussy was soon pressing against the entrance to her cervix.

At the moment I felt her to be within a fraction of her orgasm, her muscles tightening and relaxing on my fingers repeatedly and rhythmically, I withdrew the finger only from her pussy, and inserting it into her anus with the other, filling that tight hole and anally finger fucked her to a screaming, jolting, squirting orgasm. As soon as she peaked her cum, Sandrine ejaculated from her pussy, all of it hitting Karen square on. Again and again she came that way, until as she calmed from her orgasm, fell almost silent on my lap and in my arms. Karen's body was glistening in slickness, all of it from the child-woman in my arms. Drips of this wetness dripping from her nipples and little rivulets running down between them, over her tummy, and down, to the wood she knelt on.

Karen was shaking violently, as without any physical stimulation she orgasmed herself, purely over the visual and mental stimulation her mind had received. I took a while for Sandrine to gather herself enough to move, and I kissed her eyes, her nose, and her lips, my tongue easing open them open and toying, dancing with hers. She held me tightly, as I held her. Easing this budding nymph from my lap with great reluctance, I helped her to her stand, and offered my hand next to Angelina. This girl was entirely different to her sister and her mother. Different yet so similar in temperament, desire, and needs. She was also the direct opposite of Julie, and as I delightedly found out, more likened to Michelle. This little minx unashamedly leapt to my lap, but instead of just acquiescing to a spanking position, took my head in both her hands, and whispered into my ear.

"Please Contessa, do it like you did with Mamma, it's what I have been wanting. As Julie does with Michelle, not like last time. Make my bottom look like Mamma's". I was stunned at what she said, at what she wanted, and I felt my own pussy constrict and flood, soaking the tops of my thighs on the lounger. I kissed her then, and nodded. It was all I could do, my mouth, unlike my pussy, was too dry to speak.

Laying Angelina across my lap, I was shaking myself. She, held her arms straight out, and asked her sister to hold her wrists, then turning her head to me, all but begged me to do as she had asked. Sandrine did hold her wrists, and Janey and Monique moved their positions, and Monique asked what was to happen. It was Angelina who explained to her mother, and braced herself, as she felt the first strokes of the leather on her young and tender skin. SIX, FULL strokes I laid on each of her cheeks, just as I had done to her mother. Yes, she screamed OK. But at the completion of each pair of strokes, she begged again for the next. Angelina was sobbing, with real tears running down her face, and dripping off her nose, but I completed the full twelve stroke, laid in the same manner if her mothers. Of course, not as hard as with Monique, but hard enough for her.

With each pair of strikes, I teased, caressed, soothed, but she never once made any attempt to stop me, or ask me to stop. I soothed her then, shuffling her down to me, cooing at her, softly cradling her in my arms. I kissed her deeper, her kisses more like her mothers in every way. In my arms, she relaxed, stopped her tears quickly, and without even an invite, started to suckle on my now dripping nipple. I stroked over her tummy, and over her sweet bald mound, to stop and rub my fingertip in circles around her clitty. I continued like this until she started to hump her little hips against my finger, and dipped into her pussy hole. This honey pot was as tight as Sandrine's anus. Her muscles gripped me tightly, and with her knees drawn high, her right foot flat on the lounger, she humped herself upwards, to force all of my finger inside her. I crooked my finger to massage the soft spongy area inside her, round and around, and felt her movements increase dramatically. I knew she was fast approaching her peak, and quickly withdrew my finger, and continued my fingering of her clitty. I rubbed, harder and harder, increased the speed, and as she humped her bum clean off the lounger, I pinched her clitty between finger and thumb, rolling it firmly.

Angelina EXPLODED. There was no other words to describe this orgasm of orgasms. If I hadn't kept a good supporting cradle of her head, I am sure she would have pulled my nipple off. Her little preteen body was arched as a bow, with only her right heel and head supporting her that way. Angelina came, released my nipple and screamed into my titty, all with my nipple still dribbling milk onto her face. She orgasmed, strongly like never before, and again, Karen, in her position saw all of it, and was drenched now, in Angelina's ejaculate and pee. This torrent of fluid completely drenched Karen, with much of it splashing her face. With eyes closed, Karen opened her mouth wide, taking into it as much of Angelina's pee and cum as she could. And all the time, Karen was herself in the throes of orgasms of her own. Karen drank down all that she could, and reaching out, I pulled her head to the little girls pussy, telling Karen to lick, and not to stop.

Karen did this more than willingly, causing Angelina to come again on her tongue, and this time swallowing preteen pussy juice direct. Only as Angelina gently pushed Karen's head off her pussy, did Karen stop, the licking that is, NOT her own orgasms. These continued to ripple through her lithe body, and caused her own squirting juices to join and mingle with those already on the decking. Karen was in a world of her own. She still had her hands on her head and fingers interlocked, but was cumming so hard and regularly, she wasn't able to function properly. I eased Angelina off my lap, picked up the crop and stood. Taking Karen by her hair, I pushed her face to the ground, and rested it on a pillow from her lounger. Now she was "head down, bottom high" and didn't move except for the shaking caused by her cums. I straddled her body, facing her bottom, and gave her two brisk thwacks on her butt with the crop. She didn't even flinch one bit. No sound. Nothing.

I gave her the other strikes, continually, one after the other, and still nothing from Karen. All six on each buttock standing upright like playing cards against a wall, in a line at the bottom of her cheeks. I wasn't gentle at all, and standing as I was, made sure that the strikes were solid and firm. I had to stop, I couldn't possibly go on, as she made no sound except a continual growl from her throat, and no movement save the trembling from her cums. From her pussy came drips and splashes of pee and ejaculate, but nothing even remotely coherent by way of speech. I and Janey knelt either side of her, splashing her with water, cooling her body and head. We held her, supporting her from collapsing, and it took over fifteen minutes before she even attempted to look around. Almost thirty minutes after I had placed the twelve strokes on her bum, she spoke for the first time.

Her words came slurred, slow and unsure, but she was looking around and smiling, saying words like "wow, oof, gosh," and such like. Only when we moved her to sit on the lounger, as her bum touched the seat, she flinched and complained that her butt was sore. That was the moment Gaston and David returned, and what a sight they had. Monique dashed to the kitchen to put fresh coffee on while Janey and I continued to tend to a now almost back to normal Karen, and between us, we told her what had happened, explaining also to Gaston and David the events they had missed. Once the coffee arrived, we soon got Karen back to sanity, bust she couldn't believe she had been marked without her knowing. I said that from now on, we were going to have to get video evidence of the things she got up to, if only to prove to her what had happened. Gaston had some news about the coffee deliveries and sales we had been getting, but said it would wait until we were all ready for dinner. Then I realised, NOTHING that afternoon had been thought of regarding food. Gaston told us all to get ourselves sorted, and as soon as Felice and Patricia got home, we'd all go to the harbour for dinner. I grabbed my phone and quickly called Elena to let her know where to join us, and once sure she knew the place, joined the scramble to get ready.

 

Chapter 34

With all the things going on in the background, this week just flew by. Nothing seemed to be as it should be, especially the fittings for my wedding dress, and the bridesmaids dresses for Julie, Sandrine, and Angelina. I'd asked Janey to be my "Maid of Honor, and she'd laughingly pointed to her tummy, which was actually bigger than mine. Well, that's the consequences of carrying twins, with I not being so greedy, only having the one proverbial "bun in the oven". We both decided that it was indeed going to be Felice for that job then, and when asked, she collapsed sobbing beside me on the settee, and the two of us just hugged each other.

I was having a fitting with Franny in the crypt on Thursday morning, when Felice brought the message from JP, saying the testing room was now finished. Once Franny had finished, pulling, poking, prodding and taking more measurements, I redressed and went to the third floor. As with all the shop fitting that JP and his crew supplied, I wasn't at all unimpressed with the standard of workmanship. I had asked JP, for a décor totally different from anything that could have been imagined, both in the store, and, the setting. The sight which met my eyes was something I never would have thought of myself.

Entering this room, the very first feeling I had was of opulence, and relaxation. The walls were painted in a gorgeous rich burgundy bottom three quarters, and a thick cream topping, separated by a plaster dado rail, with a scalloped pattern. The ceiling was of the same colour cream, but with a light fitting rose to match the rail. The carpet was a thick piled patterned affair, to match what would be called "An Edwardian Boudoir". The only furnishing yet, was a reproduction chaise lounge, that matched all else perfectly and a matching cupboard which, when opened disclosed a small refrigerator for cold drinks and milk. On top of this was a coffee maker, cups, saucers and both coffee and sugar containers. At the back of this room, it being the same size a really good sized bedroom, was the toilet and bidet area, although not matching the scene of the main room, was perfectly functional for the purpose in mind.

Thinking about the décor, and colour scheme, I visited the fetish furnishing franchise, on the other side of the third floor. Here, I had a very good idea of a first item to place in the room. The furniture builder himself was there, and he showed me through his display and a catalogue he had put together. Less than 30 minutes later, he and his assistant had installed in the room, a multi purpose wooden spanking/whipping horse. This had restraints to allow the subject to be positioned, bent over, both forwards and backwards, lying atop, on front or back, and even secured upside down. On seeing the rest of the décor, he sent his assistant to his workshop to bring back a chair, and a table, which he assured me, would fit with the rest here.

By 1pm, the room was furnished with the items, and also with a St Andrew's cross for display only, maybe! I took with me to the rooftop, one of the catalogues of our toys and accessories, and Annie, the senior floor supervisor. We ordered our lunch, and sat marking out the items that were most requested to try out. These were a variety of items, unsurprisingly consisting of Strap-on toys, and vibrating "teasers", and a few of the more complicated looking restraints. With about 35 selected items, we finished our second coffee, and went to work on the rest of the rooms look. To get all sorted in the best manner possible, allowing adequate room for moving, opening all the packages, setting them out on the two tiered table, took just a couple of hours. I told Annie that tomorrow morning, I would be back with a sterilizer, and anti-septic cleansing wipes from the pharmacy, and she locked the door. I said my goodbye's to her and the other girls there, to Felice and others on my way down, and stopped off at the pharmacy to make the purchases on my way home.

Friday Morning saw the entire room ready for use, and Annie and the two staff for the toy section, asked me if Karen was REALLY going to be here for the Saturday. I explained a little about how, Karen loved the feeling of having herself pushed to do things, but assured them, I would be here too. Just in case. From the look of three pairs of thighs being pressed together, and three pairs of wide open eyes, I just knew they were as excited at the prospect as I was, and told them so. All three blushed, and I told them to make sure they didn't go trying the room themselves, at least, not without me being present too. I called Karen, and told her that the room was ready, and that she was to come to the house later for a final bit of instruction. Her voice totally betrayed her emotions of excitement, lust and fear, but, she said she would be there for dinner. Smiling inwardly, I spoke to Felice about it, and she said that it would be fun to have a camera or two in there to see what happens. I agreed on that, and asked her if they made them that worked via radio signal. She pulled up a website of a local CCTV company, and they did. The camera's were so tiny as well, and could be hidden in corners and various items. Food for thought!

Karen arrived with plenty of time that evening, in fact just as Janey and I arrived home with David, Julie, Sandrine and Angelina. Monique was preparing a dinner with fresh tuna steaks for all, and I with Janey organised the children to their homework. This afternoon had become a little overcast, but I took Karen to the poolside patio with a coffee each, and explained all that was in the room. Karen listened with great interest at the descriptions I gave her of the décor and the spanking horse. Her thighs once more pressed firmly together at the lascivious thoughts running through her head, with regards the furniture, the selection of toys and what was to be expected and allowed. At all times, she was to ensure that the ladies wishing to try the items, be it on her or themselves, were to wear the surgical gloves, and place condoms on the "insertables". After all use, each item was to be cleansed with the antiseptic wipes, and stored as they were now. Karen of course, was in total agreement at the precautions I had put in place.

I had brought with me the items from the store that I had decided were to be her uniform, and would be helping her to dress in the morning, but that tonight, she would be given a "special treat" to go along with. I smiled devilishly, as on seeing my look, Karen nervously sucked in her bottom lip. Again, I made sure it was something she truly wanted, nodding as she affirmed that it indeed was. When Felice and Patricia arrived home, Felice asked to speak to me alone, as she had something to add to tomorrow's play. Karen went inside to help set the table, and Felice told me all that she had arranged and set that very afternoon. She had contacted the CCTV company by telephone, and on explaining her wants, had gone to pick up some items. These were, a set of stereo speakers, and a CD player, which she had installed herself in the room, which ran off the mains. Inside each of the speakers, which she had placed on two walls, was a small camera that connected to a radio transmitter, and a receiver unit which she had placed in her office, that connected to the computer. None of the girls were told of this, as Felice had completed all this personally, and yes, it was all up and running perfectly. Now it was my turn to be both surprised and turned on by what she had described, and with both of us giggling like conspiratorial kids, I told her that she had done the very thing I was mulling over in my head all afternoon since she had showed me that website. We sat and wished the night away, hardly able to contain ourselves until the morning.

After dinner, Julie rushed to get her things for the weekend, with Michelle arriving to pick her up, seemingly as soon as she was ready, as if the two were connected by telepathy. Janey was going to be away with Bertrand for the whole weekend, and already had her things packed and downstairs. David didn't ask, in fact he wouldn't ask, so with Gaston teasing him slightly, he furiously accepted the offer of another day at the golf club, the moment Gaston mentioned it. Gaston had told us of the comments from the club "Pro", about how David was an avid pupil, and had managed to pick up the basics quite quickly. David stated that he had enjoyed his time on the driving range, and the lessons on the putting green, also saying that the tutor had told him how, maybe in a couple of weeks of driving tuition, he David, should be able to play a first round of real golf. It was really lovely to see him so excited at the prospect, and I thanked Gaston for giving him the chance to try something which David wouldn't have attempted under his own steam. That night, when all were readying for bed, I gave Karen her treat which I had promised her. I sent her to bed with Monique, Sandrine, and Angelina!

The Saturday morning, was almost as much of a hectic rush as a weekday. Monique had again risen first, and set the coffee to brew, the rich nutty aroma being what woke me, wafting everywhere throughout the house, and entering my bedroom under the door. Gaston and I showered together, slowly and sensuously soaping each other, and rinsing off. I only wore my robe to go downstairs in, my hair wrapped in a towel, and fluffy slippers on my feet, which for some reason, I couldn't bring myself to replace. Aaah that first coffee of the morning. Before we had arrived in France at the start of the school holidays, it would have been only one cup of coffee for me, and then tea for the rest of the day. But now? I was sure that maybe, I was becoming as dependent on coffee as many others are. Gaston insisted that he and David would have a complete breakfast at the golf club, and left after just one waking mug of coffee each, just as Felice and Patricia were also leaving for the store, Felice winking at me as she left.

Karen and I returned upstairs to dress, with Karen's little uniform of a quarter cupped black silk corset, lace top stockings and heels, only being covered by a simple summer dress and a short thin cardigan. I dressed for the day, with a dress to support my bust, over a filmy lace bustier with attached suspender straps and stockings, paired with what I can only describe as 'sensible shoes'. A cardigan for myself, and my usual purse. I asked Monique what she would be doing with the girls, as none of us would be home all day, and on being told that she was taking the girls to get some new sportswear from the town I gave her two thousand francs to get what was needed, and to have a lunch once all was bought. We had decided the night before, that for dinner today, we would again be at the harbour restaurant, and for Sunday, we would be having a lamb potroast with all the trimmings. Before Karen and I left, I asked Monique to bring the girls by the store once shopping was done, saying that maybe if it was early enough, we would all have lunch on the rooftop.

We arrived at the store in the Jaguar, with Karen driving, just 10 minutes before opening, and I led what was becoming a very nervous Karen into the store, where we chatted a while with Felice (making no mention of the camera's), and then, as the doors were being opened, I took Karen upstairs. Now inside the room, I showed Karen all the items, except the camera's, and noticed that Felice had acquired some soft soothing music CD's for the player. Again I asked Karen if she was TRULY sure she wanted to do this, and although shaking like a leaf in a storm, assured me again, that she did. She removed her dress, which was placed in the small bathroom on a hanger, and I seated her on the main chair. First for her, was a shiny steel collar, with a brass padlock at the back, and a riveted ring at the front, and a name tag underneath that read "SLUT", with "Use Me" underneath it. To this I attached a chain leash that was about 4 feet long, with a leather handle, that I clipped to a holding point on the chaise. Karen's last item of wear was a mask, in the shape of a cat's face, with two eyeholes, all trimmed in black lace. I then picked up the riding crop that lay in the centre of the table of toys.

Karen looked at me, and then the crop, and with nothing at all said between us, she turned her back to me, and with her legs parted, bent over placing her hands on the chaise, offering me her cute rounded cheeks. Slowly, I delivered three stinging thwacks to her bottom, just above the crease of her thighs, each strike I stroked and teased, revelling in the way the welts rose as if embossed there. They reddened beautifully, stinging as I knew from the intakes of breaths at each stroke, until finally, I decided she was ready, put the crop back in its place, and left her, closing the door behind me. I told Annie and the girls there, that now, Karen was ready, and any lady who so asked, was to be directed accordingly. All three could do nothing more than nod, with little glances to the closed door, behind which Karen waited.

I walked down the stairs, through the lingerie section, and then, on the ground floor, to Felice's office. She was already there, having watched me get Karen ready, and ensure she had a good start with a red and stinging bottom. The camera's in the speakers were working perfectly, and, as we were both surprised to find out, so were the microphones that Felice knew nothing about. Karen had selected some soothing orchestral music to listen too while she waited, she looked around nervously, and Felice mentioned that maybe a book or some magazines would have been of help to her. I nodded and agreed, but it was too late now, and then we both fell silent, as Karen looked up, and we saw the door open. The lady who entered was slightly taller than Karen, and as she closed the door behind her, stood taking in the sights before her. As instructed, upon this woman entering, Karen had stood with her feet about half a meter apart, and her hands on her head, with the fingers interlocked. The customer asked Karen if she was allowed to use her to check out the items she wished to buy. Karen explained that she was, and also set about explaining the hygiene rules, indicating the gloves, wipes and steriliser on the second shelf of the table.

Enthralled, Felice and I huddled to the computer monitor watching the scene unfold before us, as this woman turned and locked the door behind her. She removed her clothing to leave only a suspender belt, stockings and heels, then took a pair of the gloves and pulled them on. Karen was shaking more now, as this woman sorted through the toys on the table top, finally selecting a leather pair of panties with a ring attached to the front, through which a vibrating dildo was pushed, all to be held in place once all is worn. She then took a sealed condom, opened the packet, and rolled it onto the phallus with care. We were both surprised when she passed this to Karen, insisting she wore it, and used it on her to see if it was what she wanted to buy. Karen took the proffered item and as she was slipping it on, the woman laid herself over the spanking horse, and slipped her wrists into the restraints. Once Karen was wearing the strapon, she was asked to fasten the restraints, and fuck this woman hard, in BOTH holes.

Once the restraints were secured, Karen made slight adjustments to the height and position of the horse, applied some lubricant to the phallus, and standing behind this woman, held the tip against her pussy opening.

"Do you really want it hard Madame, as hard as I can do it?" asked Karen with a shaky voice.

"Yes!" replied this now bound and secured woman, "As hard as is possible, and remember, fuck me in both holes please."

She lowered her head, seeming to also grit her teeth at the onslaught to come, and tensed her body ready. Karen eased the dildo slowly into the woman's pussy, gently at first, just allowing the lubricant to ease about half of this wrist thick tool into her body. She withdrew is back to the tip, hesitated, and just as slowly, eased all 9 inches into this woman's pussy. Once all of it's length was buried inside her, the woman let out her breath in a continued gasp at the feeling of fullness. Karen jiggled her hips around gently, allowing her body weight to force the final fraction to dissapear fully inside her. Then Karen started to fuck this woman, like a steam engine, pistoning that huge cock in and out of her. The thrusts were soon full bodied, causing this woman to rear her head, teeth clamped tight, straining at her restraints, and that was when Karen switched the vibrator on to full power.

It wasn't a scream, it wasn't a growl. It was somewhere in between. Karen made her orgasm with nothing but brute strength fucking, and vibrations. Instead of withdrawing from her victim, Karen worked a dollop of the lubricant into the woman's anus, soothing it round gently with a gloved finger, and pushing a goodly amount inside her puckered hole. The cock withdrew from the woman's pussy with a squelching sound, and without waiting, it was placed against her pucker, as Karen again allowed her weight to force it inside a now wide eyed, mouth full open in a silent scream, fearfull looking woman. But in it did go, until Karen's entire tummy was resting against this woman's globes. I was certain that there were tears in her eyes at this intrusion into her arse, she whimpered aloud, but Karen just started to fuck her slowly, building up the speed, to again, using all her strength to fuck this bound morsel, pulling herself into her with both hands firmly gripping her hips. Again this woman orgasmed, but this time with her eyes open in a mixture of pure blind lust and pain. That was when Karen ruthlessly leant forwards, grabbing two handfulls of this woman's hair, and using that as leverage, fucked her to a third final cum. The woman just collapsed, held there by the restraints and the cock that Karen had buried deep into her anus.

Karen took time cleaning this woman with the wipes, but not lossening the restraints, so ensuring the woman didn't fall to the floor. As she came round, only then did Karen help her from the horse, to the chaise, and then to redress once more. The woman then told Karen that her name was Theresa, and actually handed her a card asking Karen to call her anytime. Once the woman was dressed and recovered, she kissed Karen and left the room. As Karen was cleaning up the toy and herself, I walked up the stairs with Felice to check on her. We had just arrived at the third floor toy section, as Theresa was paying Annie at the till, and it seemed to me that she had about 5 items to be bagged. She was deep in conversation with Annie and as I walked over to the test room, Annie waved to Felice. I entered the room and Karen was just finishing cleaning the toys, and placing them back on the table.

I closed the door behind me smiling, and Karen returned the smile, saying that Theresa was an odd one as she never used her at all, just wanted to be used. I filled her in on Theresa's purchasing about 5 items, so it couldn't have been a bad display she had given her. I helped Karen wash herself down, knowing the restrictions of the tight corset, and as I was helping her dry off, Felice knocked at the door. I opened it and let her in, seeing she had a huge smile on her face, and an envelope in her hand. Annie had called her over, as Theresa, wanted to give Karen a "gift" for helping her make her mind up about her purchases, and only had her credit card. Well Felice had OK'd a transaction to allow the "gift" to be a purchase. Karen took the envelope, opened it, and removed one thousand Francs. We all three laughed, as none of us expected anything like this to happen, and Karen said she also had Theresa's card, Felice and just smiled, not letting on that we already knew. Ensuring that our new whore was ok, we left her there to go and see what else me come of this little venture.

Once in her office, we hardly had to wait beyond getting a coffee, and the door opened again. This time as Karen stood and assumed her position, the woman was a very slightly built lady, almost delicate. She knew exactly what she wanted, and asked Karen to help her choose some toys for their tease factor as well as rawness. Karen took great delight in showing her the bullets, their power, and gentleness of size. Then the larger items, including the strap-on's, both the elastic harnessed and the "Panty" additions. She was also almost fixated by the anal plugs, and took great delight in handling these, especially the heavy steel samples. Felice and I were beginning to think that she was just genuinely seeking informed demonstration, until she stood, and removed her skirt. After taking her own knickers down and placing them with her skirt, she took hold of the fully harnessed version, put it on, and selected the dildo that Karen had previously used on theresa, her last customer.

She had Karen straddle the horse, and using the Velcro straps secured her in place, and moved behind her. Taking a condom, she unrolled it over the phallus that protruded from her groin, and applying some lubricant, rubbed the tip against Karen's pussy lips. Karen was tensed, and ready for whatever she was about to get, and so were Felice and I. We both had our hands under our skirts, I, softly stroking myself in anticipation. Just like Karen had done before, the woman eased the dildo slowly into Karen, taking her time to ensure she had it all in our model "slut", and both admiring and stroking the bruises on Karen's cheeks. She then slapped Karen's cheeks once on each and asked her;

"Who placed these marks here cheri? They have been done with precision, and by their looks, by someone who knows what to do".

"They were done by the owner of this store Madame, she knows how to treat me, and what I like." Was Karen's reply.

With an almost nail biting slowness, she started to move the dildo in and out of Karen's pussy, causing her to gasp aloud, and strain trembling at her bonds. The pace was increased, and Karen's gasps soon turned to moans at the pleasure she was receiving, interspersed with the occasional stinging bare handed slap. All to soon Karen was cumming, and doing her best to keep her screams down. Her eyes rolled into the backs of their sockets, and she grunted her pleasure at what this woman was doing to her. For her part, the customer seemed to be enjoying this as much as Karen, and once she had withdrawn the dildo from our slut's now gaping pussy, she immediately removed the harness and used the still cream covered dildo rapidly on herself, needing less than a minute to reach her own climax.

I came then myself, turning to Felice and looking straight into her deep hazel eyes. Felice's left hand sought my right forearm and held tight as she herself orgasmed, and as we came down together from our highs at what we had just seen, I took Felice's fingers and sucked and licked them clean of her juices, while offering my own, and having them cleaned by her. Karen meanwhile had been freed by this customer, and was in the process of assisting her in getting herself presentable once more. The woman thanked Karen profusely for allowing her to do as she did, handing her a card and became another asking her to call, then left her to the rest of the cleaning up.

As it was now lunchtime, I asked Felice to come with me for a snack, and that we'd also collect Karen on the way. I stood, and as Felice held the door open, turned to the monitor to switch it off, and joined her on the stairs. Karen was just finishing her cleaning up, and Felice held her dress to help her put it on, and then all three of us headed for the rooftop bistro. Once there, and with our lunch served, I asked Karen which of the two ladies she had enjoyed the most, and then added that we had witnessed all that had happened via two camera's that had been installed. With eyes and mouth opened in surprise and shock, she looked at us sitting and smiling, and blushed from head to toe.

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