"You've been looking after our legal affairs for years Graham, how come they can lock me out of my job without any notice? I thought that there had to be negotiations, consultations, due process or something!"

"I did try to explain the changes to your work status when your bosses gave you that big pay rise last year, they were paying you twenty-five percent extra so that you looked after your own tax, holiday pay and sickness. You were happy with the extra money..."

"Well we needed it!"

"...and happy that you could take as much holiday or as little as you wanted, whenever you wanted it..."

I nodded my head.

"...well, like I said at the time, you transitioned from a paid employee to a self employed contractor and that made a big difference to your employment rights...termination of your contract without notice was just one of those changes."

'Terminated', that was another of those nasty words that meant that I was out of a job and out of my house.

Graham gave me a letter from Johnny, he was officially acting for Johnny although he was my friend still so his advice to me was free and not a legally binding contract between the two of us. The heading on the letter from Johnny was 'Notice of eviction'.

"Here Vicky, take this to the local council's housing officer straight away, get the ball moving as soon as possible."

As I walked along the road I read passages of the letter, 'Seeking divorce'...'Irrevocable differences'...'Unreasonable behaviour'. The final paragraph, 'My client needs instant vacant possession of his employer's house as soon as possible!'

The date on top of the letter was a week old so it looked like Graham had served the letter on me a week ago.

"You should have brought this notice to us as soon as you received it Mrs Clarke...while we still had a little time to react..."

I'd shut my brain off at that point, Sarah was at school, where would she go at four o'clock when she got out of school.

A hand touched my shoulder, I looked at the hand and then at his face. "I said that the property isn't suitable for a family...It does have two bedrooms but it's on the sixth floor, current council guidelines forbid us housing families with pre-teen children above the third floor...but there is some doubt as to where 'The child of the marriage' will reside, her father wishing that she should remain in his custody with you having visitation rights...do you understand..."

'The child of the marriage', our twelve year old daughter had been reduced to, 'The child of the marriage', a thing to be fought over in court.

"Sorry, what are you telling me?"

"I only have one property to offer you at the moment, a sixth floor flat in 'Godless Tower' or I can put you up in a bed and breakfast hostel!"

I shivered at the thought of a bed and breakfast..."Sorry, did you say 'Godless Tower?' just then?"

He laughed, "It could be that as well...no, I said 'Goodwin Tower,' it's on the Croft estate, the flat overlooks 'Featherstone Tower' and is at least clean, the previous tenant only moved out last week and the local yobbos haven't spotted it's vacant yet."

I took a set of keys and an electronic fob to operate the locks on the ground floor door and call the lift.

I was in a bit of a dream like state, a daze as It were. I'd never lived alone, never been responsible for myself. I walked to the council estate; I didn't have two pennies to rub together or to pay for public transport and the estate had been built two miles away from the town centre. I used my credit card for everything, Graham hadn't taken the card off of me but he had mentioned in passing that Johnny had instructed the bank to close out my card so it wouldn't work any longer.

I tapped the fob against the sensor outside the front door of Goodwin Tower, the door clicked and buzzed; I looked up as I pushed the door open carefully. Wish I had a tape measure that was long enough to measure to the top of Goodwin Tower, it would be nice to know just how high the council could stack shit without it falling down, a second look changed my opinion, I had no evidence that Goodwin Tower wouldn't spontaneously fall down at any moment.

I tapped the electronic fob against the lift control to call the lift. The sixth floor was the top floor of that block. I entered the flat that had been assigned to me, the living room had floor to ceiling windows and a door out onto a small balcony, no curtains at the windows, no tracks to hang curtains either...mind you, at over sixty feet high, there was little chance of anyone walking past and looking in!

There was a small balcony, one of the tall windows turned out to be a door, no lock or bolt though, again, no one was expected to want to break in to a flat at that altitude, there was a large bedroom, again, floor to ceiling windows, a built in wardrobe and that was all, there was a smaller bedroom, it looked like that room had half window and half solid wall but on closer inspection the lower section was just painted glass.

Small bathroom, no actual bath tub but a large shower cubical. The flat was clean, the electricity was off and there wasn't a stick of furniture to sit on. There was a tiny kitchen, just one unit, a sink and draining board that totally filled the top of the unit, nowhere to put food or pots and pans other than the space under the sink.

I found myself in the living room and looking out, Featherstone Tower was about sixty feet away, I could see into the flat opposite, actually, I could see into most of the flats opposite down to the third floor and at the third floor the flats had curtains that were closed...families, the council allowed families with young children to live in the three lower floors of their blocks of flats.

I checked the time, Sarah would be leaving school in twenty minutes and it would take me fifteen minutes to walk from Goodwin Tower to my daughter's school.

Sarah didn't seem surprised to see me standing at the school gate.

"Hi baby."

"Hi mum, what are you doing here?"

"I've come so see you with some bad news!"

"My dad has finally come to his senses and kicked you out?"

I was taken aback, shocked and stunned.

"No...not exactly...I've left him."

"Well, he told me that he had you served with divorce papers at ten o'clock this morning and that he's already moved his girlfriend in with us!"

"I was...what ...how do you know he has a girlfriend?"

"I used to see him picking her up from the sixth form wing last year."

"You've known your father has had a girlfriend for a year and you didn't tell me."

"Mum, I have to go, my bus won't wait for me."

"I need to tell you where I'm living now, there's a room for you as well."

"Do you have a TV?"

"No."

"Internet?"

I shook my head.

"Telephone line?"

"No, the flat is totally empty but I'll get some money together and get everything we need...eventually."

"Mum, I have no plans to relocate my life. Things will be better at home now that dad will get what he needs out of his partner, he might even get a proper job and start earning money again once he's sexually satisfied. Brandie liked doing all the things that dad likes to do but that you would never try with him...I wouldn't keep a boyfriend for five minutes if I was uptight about sex with him as you were with dad."

My daughter's outburst left me speechless and blinking my eyes in the dust storm that was left behind as hurricane Sarah moved through the sea of students to get to her bus, taking her to the paradise that was home...paradise I had thought but, perhaps I had rose tinted spectacles on.

I could see Goodwin Tower from the gate of Sarah's school, it was just a mile away over parkland. Sarah wouldn't have needed to catch a bus if she moved in with me in the flat, she wouldn't even have to cross a road and I could see from the line of kids streaming out from the school and walking in a straight line towards the towers of the council estate, she would have friends in the area, more kids of her own age around than there was in our village.

I slipped into the line of kids but they were walking faster than me. Sarah's outburst had taken me by surprise. I knew that there were things...sexual things...that Johnny would like to have done with me that I wasn't interested in. Things like the great outdoors, Johnny had asked me more times than I could count to have sex with him in the car...on a park bench...on the beach...on the back seat of a bus.

I believed that sex was an act between a married couple, in the privacy of the bedroom, preferably in the dark and in moderation!

If Johnny's fascination with outdoor sex wasn't kinky enough he was always trying to get into me from behind...now I was never sure if he wanted to do it doggy style, right hole, wrong direction or if he was interested in..."

My body shook as I thought that Johnny might have been interested in using my back passage for sex, that and seeing a car in the country park's car park. Not unusual to see a car in a car park but this car had a man in the driving seat and he seemed to be masturbating himself as the line of school kids walked past.

I left the path, left the stream of kids walking like a chain-gang towards their council house prisons. I ducked into a bush and found a network of well defined paths, narrow paths threading through the inner sanctum of the bushes, narrow paths as well as wider 'Rooms' and the rooms were strewn with used condoms, torn condom packets, other kinds of foil packets that seemed to have held lubricant and piles of soiled tissues.

I got to a point behind the car and even though there was no way through, back to the car park, I could see into the car behind the driver and he was masturbating himself. He had a magazine resting on the steering wheel that stopped anyone in front of the car from seeing what he was doing.

I had to ask myself if he was doing anything wrong, was it wrong for a man to masturbate himself in the privacy of his own car if no one could see him...okay, I could see him but I'd only gone looking because I was suspicious of what he was doing and wanted to see to make sure. Did it make it wrong because he was looking at school kids as he...hold on a moment, he turned the page of the magazine he was looking at...was he just reading a dirty book and wanking or...

A powerful hand gripped my arm and pulled me away from the wall of branches, pulling me away and turning me, turning my back on the car.

"Not nice spying on Colin, he's not hurting anyone."

I shook my left arm, trying to shake his hand off of my arm as well as trying to get some blood to flow back into my fingers.

"If you want to watch a man masturbate, all you have to do is ask around here...you can watch me masturbate if you like!"

"It's a mistake, you've got it wrong...I wasn't trying to watch...I mean, I didn't know, not for sure, I was just suspicious."

As I was spluttering out my explanation he was already unzipping his trousers. 'This kind of thing would never happen in my village!' went through my mind, only it wasn't my village anymore, it was my husband's village now, he'd won the village in the divorce lottery. Actually...in retrospect...Johnny might just do something like that, his outdoor sex kink...WOW!

I'd thought that Johnny had a large cock but the man standing in front of me seemed to be unrolling a hose pipe, the thickness of his cock made it look like...would the saying, 'A heater hose on a Mack truck'...be too alliterative?

He was rubbing his cock and I was just standing there looking on. My excuse was that he was blocking my exit from the bushes but in truth, the fact that he was just masturbating himself and he wasn't trying to touch me or involve me in more than just a simple voyeuristic participant, made it seem okay for me to just stand there and watch him.

"When you have a cock as big as mine, even the whores on Croft Way charge me double!"

Croft Way, that was the estate feeder road, the main trunk road from the centre of town out to the Motorway had a break out, two hundred yards of roadway that people could use to get to the tower blocks without going all the way into the estate and the official car parks for each block.

He was bending his knees now, his breathing was becoming erratic and his fluid stroking of his fist up and down the length of his cock was less rhythmic, more ragged.

"Show me your tits!"

"No!"

Lift the front of your top, let me see your bra!"

"No!"

"Help me out a little, lift the side of your skirt, show me the side of your knickers...I won't try to touch you!"

I was trapped here until he'd finished, what part of my body was I more willing to show to get out of this bush in the shortest possible time?

I pondered for all of twenty seconds and although it was totally out of my character, I lifted the side of my skirt, just to the point that my powder blue knickers came into view. My heart was pounding, this was the most adventurous I'd ever been in my life, I could actually hear my heart beating inside my ears.

"Higher! Please, lift it higher!"

Another twenty second delay and I hitched the side of my skirt a little higher. He was wanking with his right hand and he reached out with his left hand, he'd promised me that he wouldn't try to touch me but now he was touching my arm, he was turning me so that my exposed hip was towards him.

"Higher, let me see to the top of your knickers!"

I didn't hesitate this time; I lifted my hem as high as it would go. He groaned, "Ohhhhhhh yessssss!"

He was rocking backward and forward now, he turned me further so that I had to look over my shoulder to still be able to see his cock as he wanked.

"Lift the other side for me as well!"

I used my other hand and lifted the whole of the back of my skirt. All of the back of my knickers were now on display. He stepped closer, his cockhead pressed into my hip, just below the elasticated leg hole and there was a sudden jet of semen in front of me, it didn't start out in front of me, it started out from his cock as he rubbed its head against my leg. He fired off seven salvoes that hit the living wall separating us from the back of Colin's car.

Seven jets were like Christmas tinsel hanging from the branches in front of me, I was sure that was double or even treble the output from my husband, even on a good day and then there was the final dribbling and he gripped the base of his cock and dragged his fist to its neck, emptying his massive tube onto my thigh.

I looked down; his jizz was trickling down my leg, already passing my knee. What he'd left behind after he finished spurting was more spunk than my husband usually produced from start to finish during sex. He squatted down behind me and every muscle in my body stiffened as I waited the onslaught on my body. His hand slipped in his trouser pocket and returned with a tissue rather than the knife I'd expected to see.

He wiped his semen away from my leg and then started laughing, "Your face, it was a picture!"

I started breathing again, "Well, I didn't know what to expect!"

He was standing up again now, the back of my knickers were still exposed, he slapped my right buttock playfully, "Can I buy you a drink?"

I was almost knocked off my feet. My rapist was now asking me out on a date???

"Come on, come with me and let me buy you a drink, you helped me to cum in a tenth of the time it would usually take me to climax...even if it's only a tea or coffee!"

Coffee echoed in my head, I'd missed my nine o'clock caffeine fix, as well as my ten o'clock, eleven o'clock and mid day drink. In the past forty-eight hours I'd eaten just two slices of toast, that was breakfast yesterday and today. At lunch time yesterday I'd eaten a light salad, a light green salad with no protein...part of my diet regime, two days protein free, five days of low carbohydrates. The diet made me cranky and last night, when I should have enjoyed a pasta and tomato bake, I'd fought with Johnny and had lost my appetite and swiped my dinner into the bin theatrically!

I was thirsty, starving and suffering serious caffeine withdrawal symptoms.

I let the back of my skirt fall back into place, he smiled at me and gestured with his head for me to follow him.

I staggered to keep up with him, "Erm...does that drink offer include something a little more substantial?"

He stopped and looked back, "You hungry?"

"Bloody starving!"

"Nothing fancy!"

"I'd even eat the imitation food that they sell at McDonalds...I'm that hungry!"

At his car, I suddenly developed cold feet and that made him laugh.

"If I wanted to jump you, I'd have done it in the woods!"

I relaxed and joined him in his car. He drove over to Colin's car, drivers door ro drivers door, both windows were down, "Hi Colin, had any luck yet?"

"No, not a bite...I thought that she was interested but she just disappeared."

"Sorry mate, I 'Bird dogged' her."

"Win a few...lose a few!"

"I told you last week, you get more luck in the bushes than sitting out here in your car!"

We drove away from the country park, we emerged onto the trunk road by the roundabout that led down to the motorway and he drove past the access road to the tower blocks, there were five women walking up and down like catwalk models. "I'm Harry by the way...what's your name?"

"Victoria...Clarke...Vicky rather!"

"I see the tower whores are starting early!"

"Tower whores, what are they?"

"Working girls, they get flats in the upper floors of the tower blocks, they live someplace else usually, the tall blond is Gwen, she's on the fifth floor of Eden Tower but lives in Market Harborough. She charged me double but won't let me have another go at her...not even for treble the money. My cock's...well, you've seen it...bigger than average and they say that they worry that I'll rip them in two when I get carried away!"

"You mean...prostitutes?"

"Yes...I thought that everyone around here knew about the tower blocks on this estate."

"Well...I'm totally new here, I separated from my husband this morning and the Council's emergency housing department gave me a place here!"

"In the tower blocks?"

"Yes..." I hesitated to say where the council had put me but I'd already seen Harry's cock, I'd already seen him blow his stack so I said, "...Goodwin Tower...I'm on the sixth floor!"

Harry looked over at me and he grinned, "Did you have to go through all the gory details of your separation?"

"I had to show the guy the divorce papers that were served on me this morning!"

"So, the housing officer knew all of the details of why your husband is divorcing you then!"

I nodded my head, "In full glorious Technicolor!"

"Do you have a job or were you a 'Stay at home' mother?"

"Well, I had a job this morning...rather, I had a job last night, I was apparently a self employed statistician, funded by the European Parliament to monitor how successful the projects that they fund in the UK were working. Just paper pushing and book keeping but this morning I found my office door was locked and a note on the door said that the office was closed and that all post was to be redirected to an address in the Hague."

"So the guy in the housing office knows that you're unemployed as well as homeless?"

I nodded my head.

"And, did he know that you were broke as well?"

I nodded my head again, "It was all in the divorce papers, all of my salary was being paid into my husband's bank account because he's at home most of the time and he was better placed to pay bills and that kind of thing!"

"I think that the housing guy was trying to help you out...by putting a good looking chick like you into one of those blocks of flats, he's helping you to make some money!"

I looked confused.

"Like the rest of the girls that you can see walking up and down the pavement at the side of the road...do you eat pizza?"

I was about to say that today was supposed to be a low carb day but so far it had been a no food or drink day. I nodded my head, I quite liked pizza when I was feeling reckless! I suddenly froze, my head looked from the line of women that we were crawling past because of the slow moving traffic heading into town to Harry as he sat grinning at me.

"Are you trying to tell me that I'm being set up to work as a prostitute?"

Harry nodded his head, "Don't be surprised if you get a knock at your door at eleven o'clock tonight, a man or rather, men, looking for sex...the thing is, if a woman is hungry enough, she will eventually turn to offering her body to earn money for food and rent...but that's a little haphazard, the woman could return home to her husband, she could return home to her parents, she could meet someone and start a new relationship and then the crooks don't get a payday!"

We moved fifty feet forward and a car at the back of the queue slipped down the access road and drove slowly past the line of catwalk models, I watched the man slow to a stop and he spoke to one of the women, he'd stopped at the woman that Harry had pointed out and called Gwen. They spoke for a moment and then the man parked his car and as Gwen walked along one path toward Eden Tower and the man took another. Gwen waited for the man to catch up to her and they both went into the block of flats together.

Harry touched my shoulder, "Are you back with me?"

"Sorry, what do you mean?"

Harry laughed, "Sorry, I was just saying, "the slow approach doesn't net them a payday and meal ticket for the next ten years...they prefer the, 'Knock on the door in the middle of the night and gang rape the woman', they break her spirit and threaten a return visit if she doesn't start working for them!"

I swallowed hard, my heart was beating rapidly again, the palms of my hand were sweating and there was dampness in another place as well.

"What about the woman getting a job and none of the things that you said could happen, would happen!"

"People living in the 'A to F' towers as the locals call them don't get interviewed...once a prospective employer reads the address they just bin the application form."

I'd actually heard that in my small town office, the towers had such a bad reputation for criminality that everyone living there were classed as thieves but I'd never heard about the prostitution before.

The traffic moved on and we finally reached the pizza takeaway. I stood nervously next to Harry, I was running the image over and over again in my head. I watched myself being abused by a large group of men, imagined what it would feel like, wondered what they would do if I fought them off. I cursed my vivid imagination.

I carried the large box with the pizza in it while Harry carried two large coffee Americana's.

We sat outside the shop eating and talking, Harry told me all about his home life and his wife, the fact that he had a massively high sexual drive and that she allowed him sex once a month but that he really needed it three or four times a day. I'd explained my husband's kinks and perversions but to Harry, Johnny was just a normal man with normal needs and wants.

I was really starting to think that I was definitely the one that was out of step in my relationship with Johnny. Harry's phone rang; he put his finger to his lips and whispered "My wife!" as if she could hear him before he picked the call up.

"Hi darling...No, I'm Going to be busy all night, you go to bed, you can lock the house, I won't be home until after you've gone to work...love you too darling, see you tomorrow some time!"

I tried to switch Harry's conversation off in my head as he was being far too personal and loving towards his wife on the phone while he was sitting in his car just a few miles away with another woman who he'd masturbated over just moments earlier and was now feeding and watering!

Harry touched my arm again to get my attention, "I said do you want the last piece of the pizza?"

"Sorry, no, you have it; I've eaten more than half of it already."

"No, you can have it, I'm full!"

"So, you're not going home to your wife today?"

"No, I was never planning on going home tonight, I was going to see if there were any new girls on the 'Circuit', girls that don't know about my little problem! I've gathered a little money from tips that I was going to blow on a fun night out."

Harry left the car to dump our spent food packaging in the pizza shop's bin.

"You want a lift anywhere, a friend or relative that could put you up for a few nights?"

"No, there really is no one, my parents moved over to Spain to a retirement complex, they don't even have a guest room."

"But your flat has no bed and there is the prospect of 'Night Crawlers' paying you an unwelcomed visit!"

I nodded my head, "I know but it's all I have at the moment!"

Harry started his engine and rolled forwards a few feet before stopping again and he looked thoughtful.

"Vicky, don't go mad and jump down my throat, but, I have a pocket full of entertainment money and need help sexually, you have a body and could help me out...already helped me out once...you've already seen my cock and didn't run away screaming. I'm going to propose a business deal. I'll use my entertainment money to get you something to sleep on. I'll spend the night with you, beat off the 'Night Crawlers' and make them think that we're a couple and for that, you'll help me out sexually for the night!"

He was looking deeply into my eyes as I processed his proposal. 'A man with an elephant's cock between his legs...or the prospect of many men with a variety of cock sizes, all fucking me against my will!'

I nodded my head. As soon as I'd nodded my head I was overcome by embarrassment and looked away from him.

Harry drove to the out of town, twenty-four hour Asda store. He bought a double mattress, it came in a four foot six inch long toll of plastic, vacuum sealed to make the bed easier and smaller to transport. Harry bought a duvet, a duvet cover with matching bottom sheet and pillow slips and some easy cook food, breakfast cereals and milk, tea and coffee as well as a kettle and a basic crockery set. Harry's bill came to three hundred pounds and I blushed an even deeper red.

Harry parked in Goodwin Tower's parking area and placed a hand written slip of paper in the window with Goodwin Tower Flat six-oh-five.

My legs were very wobbly as I walked from Harry's car to my flat; I thought that my heart was about to explode it was pounding so hard. I'd never been in the position that I knew for sure that I was going to have to give a man sexual pleasure...well, not since my wedding night anyway.

It was all very casual; Harry cut the plastic bag off of the mattress and lay it on the floor of the master bedroom, "While I'm doing this, you could make us both a cup of coffee!"

"Oh God, I forgot...the electricity isn't on, I need a tenancy agreement before they'll connect me up."

Harry looked up at the ceiling, up at the bare electric light bulb hanging from the ceiling, the glowing brightly sixty watt lamp.

"It didn't work this afternoon...you have to believe me!"

You'll probably find that the man who wants to own you has illegally reconnected you so that you don't have an excuse to not be here tonight...they don't even want to risk that you wouldn't stay here if there was no electricity and also they can threaten to report you to the police, say that you reconnected the electricity."

I made the coffee and put my new household goods in my little cupboard under my sink.

It was all very casual apart from the sexual undercurrent. I knew that at some point I was going to have to give my body to Harry to use.

We were talking as Harry made the bed, I was looking out at the flat opposite. The lights went on and a woman walked into the living room with a man following her. I saw him hand over cash and then they went into the bedroom, I watched as the man stripped off, all the woman was wearing was a dress with nothing under it. I watched as she rolled a condom down over his cock and as she took up her position on the bed to receive him...'CONDOM' flashed in my head in neon lights.

"Harry, I don't have a condom!"

"Bed's ready...don't worry, none of the girls around here have condoms that are suitable for me so I always carry my own, they're bigger and the latex is twice as thick as normal.

Another shiver ran through my body and then Harry stood next to me drinking his coffee as we watched the whore in Featherstone Tower with her 'John'. We were talking casually as if we'd known each other all of our lives...casually talking and casually watching two people having sex. Our coffee and conversation lasted longer that the Whore's transaction.

"Harry, if we can see them...erm...doing it. won't they be able to see us...well, when we get around to doing it."

My heart was flipping like I was having a heart attack, it was almost as if I was pushing for Harry to start fucking me...to me it sounded like I was desperate to be fucked!"

"Have you ever fucked with the light on before?"

"Never!"

Harry handed me his cup, "You wash these out while I get myself beautiful for you!"

I was almost passing out as I washed the two cups, no towels so the cups would have to drip-dry.

I walked nervously into the bedroom and was surprised to see that harry had carefully peeled off sellotape from the various packaging that the stuff Harry had bought for me had come in and he was sticking the packaging up against the lower windows, blocking out the bed from anyone watching us from Featherstone Tower.

"Have you ever stripped off for a man before?"

I felt faint..."Don't you just want to get on with it?"

"No, I want the 'Full Monty', I could have screwed four whores for what I've paid for you...if I could have found four whores that didn't know me that is so I want the maximum fun!"

Okay, a business deal, just a business deal. I don't have to enjoy myself, I can't expect to be given any pleasure, I can't refuse him anything. He's paid for my body and when the pimp turns up looking to break me into his stable of whores, Harry will have to stand up to him...could get violent!

"Okay...I've never stripped off to excite a man before so I have no real idea what to do."

"Well, I don't want you to do anything that's really against your will...bearing in mind that you've already told me that your husband likes the concept of playing out of doors and that you point blank refused to do it for him...If you strip for me then people in the three flats on this side of the sixth floor of Featherstone Tower will be able to see you, down as far as your knees probably...but only if they are in their flat and only if they are looking over here."

I looked out of the window and I nodded my head, I could see the whore getting dressed and I looked through just the top windows and I could see down to her knees.

Music started, Harry was using the internet to turn his mobile phone into a jukebox. I started swaying my hips to the sound of the music as Harry stripped off, I looked down at Harry as he lay on the mattress rubbing his cock.

"Where should I start?"

"T-shirt first I think."

"I wish I'd put a more sexy T-shirt on when I got dressed this morning!"

"You want to look sexy for me?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "If I do a job...I like to do it well...or at least as well as I can!"

I looked out of the window; the whore was looking across the gap between our blocks of flats, looking at me as I danced. 'Put them out of your mind...focus on Harry and giving him his money's worth!'

I started to move around the room and during the course of one record I took my T-shirt off and danced around showing off my utilitarian bra for another record. 'Okay, he'll get pissed off if you keep asking him what to do next!'

I turned my back to Harry so that I was now looking out of the window square on. The whore had gone out and her light was off but the flat next to hers was on now and as I wriggled my bum out of my skirt I watched another prostitute taking money off of her punter.

I turned to face Harry again and the tune playing was energetic and one that I loved. I was suddenly animated and I bopped and boogied as I took my bra off. All that I had left to take off were my knickers and I didn't hesitate in ripping them down.

Now that I was naked and Harry was clapping my effort I felt good, I was just standing there swaying my hips from side to side to the music, "What next?"

"You saw me masturbating myself earlier...it's your turn to show me how you do it!"

I moved towards him, he grinned at me, "Not to me...I wants to see how you masturbate yourself!"

I blushed and laughed at my mistake. "The thing is Harry...and I don't expect you to believe me for one minute...I've never done it to myself, I know the principal of course. Should I try to do it standing up or sitting down or what?"

"I would have said however you usually do it but I think on the mattress at my side."

"You will remember to put your condom on before you...erm...before you start."

"Say 'fuck me' first!"

I whispered, "Fuck me!"

"Say it loud enough for the whore in Goodwin Tower can hear you!"

I shouted out, "Fuck me!"

Harry patted the bed at his side and I lay on my back next to him and while he got a really close up look between my legs, I masturbated myself to a massive orgasm in about three seconds flat and then I stopped. Harry clapped me again, "Lovely...do it again but go a little slower this time, take your time, remember the things that have been done to you in the past that made you feel extra sexy and felt the best."

I started again, I was actually thinking more about what Johnny liked doing or would liked to have done to me as well as what Harry might have thought the most entertaining.

I spent thirty minutes building myself up to an earth shattering orgasm and as I lay there panting from the exertion and the after effect of the actual orgasm, he slipped his arm under my shoulders and curled me over until my naked body crashed against his, the first time any naked body apart from Johnny's had touched mine in the past eighteen years.

'CONDOM!' flashed into my head as Harry's lips pressed against mine. He was like a blind man reading a brail book and I was the paper. I felt a little silly because I wasn't really reciprocating until he whispered, "You can touch my cock...it won't break!"

I lifted the weight of his erection, Johnny often asked me if I'd like a nibble on his 'Quarter Pounder' when he was trying to get me to suck his cock...if Johnny had a quarter pound burger between his legs, Harry had a two pound rib-eye. As I lifted his weight and rolled it in my hand I thought back, the quarter pounder request from my husband that had popped into my head reminded me of just about every time I'd actually given in and sucked Johnny's cock in the past. I'd never taken his cock deep enough in my mouth for him, I never performed the act long enough for him, never let him finish off in my mouth and that really pissed him off.

Thinking about sucking Johnny as I tried to cover Harry's cockhead with my palm brought it back to me that perhaps Sarah had been right and that her father had been forced to go looking for the things that I wouldn't do for him outside our marriage and then I gasped, what if Harry asked me to suck his cock. I'd only ever allow Johnny to put his cockhead in my mouth, just in as far as the point that my lips closed over the rim around his glans and I'd complain that it hurt my jaw to have my mouth open that wide...I'd have to dislocate my jaw to get Harry's cockhead in my mouth...would Harry let me get away with just sucking the head of his cock?

"What you thinking Vicky?"

"I was just wondering...I'm not very good at it though!"

"Wondering about what?"

I giggled and started rubbing his cockhead with my palm again, "Sorry...oral...I was remembering back to my husband...he always complained about the way I gave him oral sex, I didn't do it often enough, he always had to ask me to do it and I'd usually turn him down. Actually, I'd never even do this much voluntarily...you know, strip for him, lay in bed with him uncovered like this, the light on and just playing with each other's bodies!"

Harry just smiled at me.

I felt my face colour up when I realised that in my worrying about him asking me to suck his cock...it would have sounded to him like I was asking him if I could try sucking his cock. Absentmindedly I opened my mouth and moved my jaw from side to side as if I were testing my jaw's hinge. Harry had stopped fondling my body, just looking at me and grinning. I could have waited to be asked to perform the act but it had been like that all my life...the man asking me to do something and me saying no more often than yes.

I gave my own arse a metaphorical kick and started to roll my upper body over, I kissed his hairy chest, kissed his even hairier belly and his cockhead was pressing against my cheek, I licked my lips and then stopped, 'Chicken!' resounded in my head followed by the clucking sound of a chicken laying an egg.

"Erm, I'm really not very good at this so if I disappoint you, I'm going to apologise now, in advance!"

I licked my lips and lined my head up, lined my mouth up with his cock and as I leaned in the last few inches he said, "Don't put too much pressure on yourself, it's no big deal, just relax...it's supposed to be as much of a pleasure for you as it is for me!"

I hesitated, my lips against his cockhead, 'Is he joking, I'd never enjoyed sucking a cock in my life. It always worried me that he'd push too hard and hurt my throat. At the back of my mind I remembered someone telling me that a woman could choke to death while sucking a man's cock.'

Harry's hand was on my shoulder, I expected him to push me down but he didn't, he was stopping me, "Vicky, I can see that it bothers you and I'm bigger than most men so I never expect a blow job."

A wave of relaxation raced through my body, I didn't have to suck his cock after all, he was telling me it was okay not to suck him. I wiggled my upper body to shake his hand off of my shoulder and I opened my mouth, it was a massive stretch but I got his cockhead in my mouth, I let my head rest on his abdomen instead of kneeling above him as I usually did while sucking a cock.

I lay there with his cockhead in my mouth and I relaxed even more, he was stroking my cheek, he wasn't fucking up into my mouth or pushing my head down, he was in no hurry! I licked my tongue back and forth over his cockhead and realised that my jaw wasn't feeling so stretched now, I was relaxed and just applying a little suction as I licked. I wriggled my head a little and let my cheek slide a little down his hairy abdomen. My lips were now an inch lower than the underside of his glans.

I slipped another inch lower and now I had more than five inches of his cock in my mouth and his cockhead was rubbing against my uvula.

"Vicky, you can't go any further in this position...you're at the wrong angle. You've done brilliantly well, now, hold my cock with your hand, form a stopping point where your lips are now and just go for it from there, don't let your hand slip down and my cock won't hurt you."

I gripped his cock and pulled my mouth up, when my lips met his glans I stopped pulling up and started going back down until my lips hit my hand. I was five minutes into the blow-job when I felt his body shiver and got a jet of pre-cum in my throat. Five minutes was a record for me, getting the jet of pre-cum would usually have signalled the end of my willingness to suck but I carried on and started moving faster. As I moved faster my mouth was pushing my hand lower as well and I was getting more and more of his cock in my mouth, it caused me to gag a little but I was the one calling the shots so I knew that I could stop at any time.

The explosion almost pushed my head off of his cock, I was swallowing as fast as I could but I still couldn't get all of his seed down and because my lips were stretched so tightly around his cock it couldn't escape that way so it took the nasal passage route and streamed down my nose.

I was tempted to yank my head away from his cock as soon as it started to spit in my mouth but I resisted the temptation and after he finished spewing his seed I just lay there, cheek on his belly and his cock shrinking down in my mouth.

I let his cock slip out of my mouth when it had finished shrinking. I heaved my body up and looked at Harry, he was grinning like a fool, he gripped my head in both hands and pulled my mouth to his, he pushed his tongue into my mouth, my mouth that still had the taste of his cum in it.

We cuddled together, Harry was happy, I'd given him a great orgasm with my mouth, probably not worth three hundred pounds though!

There was a knock at the door at Midnight, Harry was just starting to grow his erection again and I was holding the oversized condom in its foil wrapper, waiting until Harry was stiff enough for me to rip the foil open.

"It's them...show time!"

Harry clambered off of the bed and then he surprised me, he reached down and took my hand, pulling me off of the bed.

"It would be better if you see the pimp that wants to control you, let him see that we're sexual partners, give him the impression that we're a permanent thing!"

"What, dressed like this?"

"Exactly...dressed like this and with you holding my condom in your hand!"

The door knocked again.

I opened the door, he was big, he was six foot tall and muscular but Harry was taller and more muscular. When he saw that I was naked he grinned, brilliantly white teeth with two gold caps set in a sea of coal black skin. The grin slipped away when Harry opened the door wider and put his arm over my shoulder, Harry said, "Can I help you?"

"Sorry mate, I've got the wrong flat, I wanted five-oh-six, not six-oh-five!"

I heard movement close to the lift, I looked out in the passageway and saw five men, all big, all black. I suddenly felt very worried, six onto one, I could still end up being gang-raped and I was already naked...making it easier for them!

We stood at the door until the six men stepped into the lift and headed down. Harry breathed a sigh of relief, I looked down, I was still holding the condom, waiting to roll it down his cock. When I'd opened the door, Harry was like a stallion, his cock was rampant, it was a good two inches above his belly button but after facing down six black men he'd lost turgidity.

"Were all six of those men going to rape me?"

"They would have been the appetizer..." Harry got his phone and he opened his web browser, he did a web search on 'Gang-rape', the first hit was a message posted on a rape forum an hour earlier, 'New girl needs training, come one cum all G-six-oh-five after midnight, Croft estate!' "...it could get busy around here for the next few hours."

I watched as Harry opened the rape forum and he opened the original message, he pressed the reply button and typed, 'message sent in error, the new girl had a boyfriend and he's a big bastard...better luck next time!'

The door handle was tried and then there was a knock and this time Harry went alone, I heard a 'Splat!' and then a bang followed by the sound of stampeding feet. Harry walked in rubbing his right hand, "Good thing he was a weedy bugger, I could have broken a knuckle or something!"

I looked out in the hall, there was a small patch of blood on the wall opposite my front door.

There was a ping from Harry's phone, a new reply to the call to gang-rape me, 'Danger...danger...danger...he's a very big bastard and he's very angry, don't go to the flat!'

Harry grinned and I realised that I was more turned on at that moment than I'd been in my life before and I was looking at a droopy sausage that wouldn't be ready for action for ages.

"The unfortunate thing is the message won't get out or spread quickly enough, men will keep coming!"

"How many men?"

Harry flicked through the messages from the rape forum, he found another 'Clarion call' message but this time it was to go to 'B-five-oh-two' a week earlier, there were fifty-two replys, Harry turned the phone to me, "Fifty-two men have thanked the pimp for setting up the rape, and there would have been five or six men to open her up."

Harry picked the first reply and opened it, 'She was a fighter when I got there, I had my fun and watched the next five, she wasn't so much of a fighter when I took seconds!'

An even more powerful shudder ran through my body, "Fifty-five plus men and some of them did it twice." I was on the edge of an orgasm just from that image in my head.

"Vicky, I know that you've told me already that your husband wanted to screw you outside and that you refused to go with him every time...the thing is...I wouldn't ask but I'm probably going to be soft for more than an hour now...we could sit here and talk for an hour or we could go for a walk and try to speed up my recovery and it would avoid me having to punch men out for the next hour until the message gets around!"

I shrugged my shoulders...'Why not!' ran rampant through my sexually excited brain.

I smiled and said, "Okay, let's go for a walk then!"

Harry went to one of the many bags he'd filled with shopping earlier, I thought that they were all empty now but was surprised to see him pull a cellophane package out of one of the carrier bags, peach nylon netting that expanded into a nighty as he pulled it out of the wrapper.

"I didn't see you buy that?"

"I didn't buy it, I thought that as I was spending three hundred pounds on bedding, I should get at least a ten percent discount...so I took this in lue of the discount."

The package did say that the nighty should have cost thirty pounds but when I looked at it, two ounces of nylon mesh...it was probably worth about five pounds, rather than the thirty they were asking for it. I was usually so conservative, I wouldn't even stop on yellow lines I was so law abiding yet here was Harry telling me that he'd shoplifted a nighty for me while I was there with him and that he was asking me to wear it for him and I didn't feel the slightest bit guilty.

I pulled the nighty on, it was totally see through but voluminous so the folds made it harder for anyone to actually see through it. it came down to just above my knees and had a scooped neck. I didn't feel guilty about wearing a stolen nighty and I also had no qualms about the prospect of wearing it out in the street with only my shoes on under it. 'After all, how many men have already seen me naked today, seven that I'm sure about, plus countless other men in the tower block opposite mine that could have seen me stripping for Harry.'

We left the flat and the lift doors opened and a man walked out of the lift and turned towards my flat, Harry fixed him eye to eye and said, "If you're on your way to six-oh-five, check the website again or look on the wall opposite the front door, they left a message there!"

I looped my hand into the crook of Harry's left arm and snuggled my body into his, even though I was almost naked...I felt totally safe with Harry.

The ashen faced man joined us in the lift, he wanted to look at me, try to see if he was right in thinking that he could see through my dress, wondering if it really was a dress or a nighty but he would look at Harry's size and look back at the lift's door.

We walked past twenty women forming the parade of the whores along the pavement at the side of the access road to the front of the seven towers. We had to jog across the trunk road, it didn't have many cars leaving town but those that were leaving town were travelling at warp factor five, slowing to slingshot around the roundabout to do a one-eighty and return on impulse engines to look at the women in the caterpillar of sex for sale in front of the seven towers.

We started along the road leading to the country park's car park, the main gates had been locked at dusk but there were ten cars parked on the driveway leading up to the gates. I patted the boot of one car.

"You like that car?"

"I should do, I chose it, I paid for it out of my earnings but the money came out of my husband's account rather than a joint account."

Harry looked confused in the dim light from low pressure sodium street lights that were spaced out down the driveway at fifty yard intervals.

"It's my husband's car!"

"Really, I see it here most Saturday evenings, the bloke often brings a young girl with him, most of the guys here think the girl's his daughter."

"She's probably his girlfriend, she was still at school ten weeks ago."

"Shall we go back to the flat?"

"I want to see what's going on first."

We continued on into the park, the big gate that usually let cars through was padlocked shut but there were several pedestrian gates that were all open. The lamp posts continued into the car park allowing me to see quite a lot of what was going on, twenty or so men seemed to be congregating in the picnic area, seven men standing around one picnic table and fourteen men around the second. We stopped a few feet short of the first table, a fifty plus woman was on her back on the tabletop and the man holding her legs in the air and fucking her was my husband.

"Do you think that this is what my husband had in mind for me?"

As I spoke I noticed one of the voyeurs at the second table turn and look in my direction, his trousers were open and he was rubbing his erection slowly. I saw a smile of recognition from the man and a nod back from Harry, the man walked away from the table, he walked straight up to us and he was still rubbing his cock as he walked along.

Evening Harry, I didn't think you were going to come this evening, thought that you said you were going to spend your tips money tonight."

As he spoke his left hand came up and lifted the weight of my right breast. I looked nervously at Harry's face, "Evening Tom, I met Vicky here and thought she might like to see what goes on here on her doorstep!"

"Evening Vicky, so your first time here then?"

I nodded my head, his right hand left his cock, five inches long and quite fat, grey pubic hair poking out of his trousers like a fur collar around his cock. His right hand lifted my left breast and he was palpating them both, I stiffened up a little, "You don't have to worry Vicky, no one here will do anything that you don't want them to do, you say stop and we stop."

I looked at Harry's face again and he smiled and nodded his head, "He's right, no one wants a woman complaining to the police and bring their attention here."

Tom leaned in and kissed my cheek. "Much going on Tom?"

Tom leaned away from me again, "Just Liz and Phil until John turned up with his daughter again, they were here last night and only usually come once a week."

When Tom mentioned 'John and his daughter' I looked straight at the second table, the other woman being fucked by a sixty year old man wasn't Johnny's daughter...my daughter...it was Johnny's eighteen year old girlfriend. Phil was fucking Johnny's girlfriend while Johnny was fucking Phil's wife.

Toms right hand was rubbing down my body to my pussy mound while he continued to fondle my right breast with his left hand and as he cupped his right hand under my pussy, searching for my vagina, Harry whispered in my ear, "I think that's what he had planned for you, to watch men fuck you once he'd got you into sex in public."

Tom found my clitoris and I gripped his wrist, pulling his hand out from between my legs, he smiled at me and started to rub my pussy mound again and I let his hand go. He leaned in again and kissed my cheek, a little closer to my mouth this time, just a peck but this time, he didn't pull away, he moved a little closer to my mouth and kissed again and then a third kiss, this time his lips were right at the edge of my mouth, the tip of his tongue tickling the edge of my mouth.

Harry put his hand on my cheek and gently turned my mouth towards Tom's and suddenly the kiss was full on and Tom's tongue was in my mouth, Harry whispered in my ear, "It's okay that you don't want Tom to masturbate you but will you give his cock a little rub for me?"

I lifted my right hand and took Tom's cock in my fist, I started pumping his cock as a second man came over to us, "New woman Harry?"

"Yes, she's Vicky."

I felt a hand rubbing my bottom, the new man was palpating my buttocks in the same way that Tom had been doing to my breasts, "Does she take it?"

"Vicky's new, just here to get a feel for the place and she's told me that she has no interest in anal sex!"

That made my eyes open wide, the new man was still exploring my bum but now his other hand was rubbing my belly, his hand bumping into Tom's as Tom rubbed his fingers over my pubic mound.

The new man started pulling the front of my nighty up, in a few seconds Tom's fingertips were now rubbing through the ginger hair covering my sex. Part of me wanted to stop the front of my nighty being pulled up but I was rubbing Tom's cock and watching my husband fucking one woman and his girlfriend fucking another man, I felt safe with Harry standing over me, he'd already proven willing to throw a punch for me...okay, that thought started my engine revving all over again!

I let the front of my nighty be pulled all the way to my neck and then the new man lifted it over my head, breaking my kiss with Tom but he didn't mind one bit, he just stepped back and looked at my body now that it was exposed, my nighty looked like a nylon parachute hanging out from my shoulders. Now that he'd exposed my body the man started to shuffle behind me, easing himself between me and Harry.

Harry moved to the left slowly and the new man was now behind me rubbing his cock against my bottom, "Can I use your thighs to masturbate myself please?"

I looked nervously at Harry, now standing to my left, he nodded his head, "You'll be okay Vicky, he won't try to put his cock in you, he just wants to put his cock between your legs and you squeeze you're legs together to trap his cock and add to the friction, it won't take him long to shoot...it never takes him long to cum!"

Harry grinned at me as the man's cock slipped between my thighs and I closed my legs tightly to trap his cock. He started to hump away and I looked down to see his cockhead popping out in front of my thighs because his cock was so long. Tom noticed as well and he moved his hand from my pussy mound to capture the other man's cockhead every time it appeared.

Harry was right, it didn't take the other man long to climax and as he did Tom was capturing his semen in his cupped hand and then Tom fired off as well, plastering my lower abdomen with his own spunk. Tom then lifted his hand and rubbed all of the other man's spunk all over my breasts. One final kiss from Tom on my lips and the guy behind kissed my neck and then both men walked off chatting like long lost friends finally reunited.

Harry kissed me as well, he produced a tissue that was highly inappropriate to mop up two loads of spunk from my body. "You want to play a little more?"

I reached my hand out; Harry was hard...well, almost hard. I heard clapping from the far table, Phil had climaxed and he pulled out of the girl. I realised that I knew her, I'd seen her catching the school bus with Sarah the year before...Sarah's first year at the comprehensive. They had been friends, they had sat on the bus together and I wondered just how long the girl had been having an affair with my husband and just how long had Sarah known about it.

"Would it be cheeky of me to ask you to drive me to my old house...I'm a little worried that she's been left on her own."

"Isn't she old enough to be left on her own then?"

"She thinks she is, Johnny thinks she is but the law says that she's nine months too young and has to have adult supervision."

"No, it's no problem, you wouldn't settle if you're worried about your daughter."

Harry flipped my nighty back over my body and we walked away, just as Johnny finished off in Liz's cunt...both women now had new lovers between their legs and Johnny was looking around the men to see who had been watching him. I slipped behind Harry so that Johnny didn't spot that I was there. Johnny walked over to his girlfriend to watch her being fucked and Phil was back at Liz's side to watch her being fucked.

We walked quickly to the car park at the back of my tower block and Harry drove the five miles to my old home. Harry parked opposite the drive and I spotted Rachael's car on the drive, "Oh, Johnny's brother Paul's wife Rachael must be here, she's probably sitting with Sarah while her father is out with his girlfriend."

"Wouldn't there be a light on somewhere if there was a babysitter?"

I looked at Harry and then back at the house, no lights on anywhere!

I got out of the car, the master bedroom window was open wide...my old bedroom window, the room that until last night, I shared with Johnny. I stood and held my breath to stop the sound of my breathing, there was a giggle from the open window and a clap or a slap. Harry came to my side, "Sounds like sex!"

It did sound like sex, a slow rhythmic slapping sound.

I jogged down to the front door and tried my key in the lock, it didn't fit in the barrel anymore, "He's changed the locks already!"

"Do you have a key for the garages up and over door?"

"Yes!"

"That's the hardest lock to get replaced quickly!"

I tried the key, the lock worked, my husband hadn't changed that lock but the door seemed jammed to me. Harry helped me, there was a 'crack' sound and the door suddenly gave way. Johnny had wedged a peice of wood in the riser inside the garage to try and stop me opening the door...it would have worked if I'd been on my own but Harry was very strong!

I ran through the garage, the personal access door was locked but the lock hadn't been changed, Johnny was ever the cheapskate. I ran upstairs with Harry right behind me. I stopped at Sarah's bedroom door, her bed was empty and undisturbed from when I made it that morning. A groan of pleasure came from my old bedroom door. I stood at the open door to the master bedroom, I saw a man kneeling on the bed between the wide open legs of my daughter humping into Sarah's cunt. Sarah was on her back and her Aunty Rebecca was kneeling over Sarah's face humping her cunt against Sarah's mouth as she kissed her husband while he was fucking Sarah, a little incestuous triangle.

I turned the light on and Paul stopped kissing his wife and started turning his head in my direction, "Robin turn that fucking light..."

Paul wasn't Paul at all, it was one of Johnny's other brothers, the eldest brother, Ronny. A voice from the bathroom said, "I've not turned the light on Ronny!"

I turned to see a very naked fourteen year old Robin Finch coming from the bathroom with the sound of the toilets flushing still ringing in the bathroom.

I was really shocked, "What the hell?"

"Oh hi Mrs Clarke, Johnny said it would be okay if I slept over tonight...keep Sarah company!"

"And does your mother know that you're here doing this?"

His cock suddenly drooped, his face turned red and he shook his head.

"Where does she think you are all night?"

"Scout camp...please don't tell her..."

I turned back to Sarah, Ronny had backed his cock out of her cunt and was slipping away from her across the bed. "Sarah, get dressed, you can't stay here!"

"Well, I'm not going to live in Brothel central...Uncle Graham said that now I'm twelve, I can decide which parent I want to live with."

Harry put his hand on my arm. "Why don't you grab some clothes, you can talk to a solicitor on Monday morning...the only thing that you could possibly do tonight is to phone the police to come out...do you really want to put Sarah through that?"

I was now angry at Harry for the first time since he cornered me in the bushes, he was right but I wanted vengeance not just right!

I grabbed our two largest suitcases, I dumped everything from my drawers into one case and squashed it all in, I put everything from my wardrobe into the other case and Harry carried them to his car. I was about to get in the passenger side of the car when I heard other cars driving into our sleepy little village. Johnny drove up first and swung onto the drive at the side of Rachael's car and two other cars pulled to a halt in front of my house opposite Harry's car. I slipped into Harry's car and watched as Johnny and his girlfriend got out of his car and six men climbed out of the other two cars. All six of the other men knew Harry and one walked over to speak to Harry while Johnny opened the front door.

Harry only had a short conversation before he joined me in the car and drove us back to Goodwin Tower. Harry helped me to carry my clothes to my front door and he stopped outside.

"You don't look very happy, probably wouldn't enjoy sex tonight after all that. Can I come back another day to collect?"

"Would you like to just keep me company tonight even without sex?"

Harry grinned at me, he thought for a moment and then nodded his head.

I made coffee and we sat on my mattress on the floor chatting for an hour, it was three o'clock in the morning and I pulled my nighty off and pulled Harry into bed with me, we just cuddled for another hour before going to sleep.

Harry woke me at lunchtime with a coffee and as we drank the coffee we fondled each other's bodies until Harry's sleeping python woke up and I found the condom Harry was going to use the night before, I ripped it open and rolled it all the way to his balls before laying back on the mattress and invited him to fuck me. He took his time getting his monster cock in me, there was no hurry, it wasn't like I was a whore on the clock or anything so an hour to get his cock in me comfortably wasn't a big deal.

I'd never felt so full in my life...even giving birth hadn't felt so filling. Harry had taken his time opening my cunt up and now that he could fuck me without pain, he didn't do a 'Johnny'...fuck me like a steam hammer, Harry fucked me with long slow thrusts, he drove me to an orgasm and again, he didn't do what my husband would have done and get himself off, happy in the knowledge that he'd got me off so it was okay for him to finish. Harry was enjoying himself, he was loving watching me rattle and shake through my multiple orgasms. After an hour I had to beg him to finish off so that I could have a rest.

Harry pulled his cock out and removed the empty condom before using his own hand to finish himself off, spraying a fountain of spunk all over my body from my knees to my face. I couldn't move to get out of his way or even to protect my face, I just lay there like a wrung out dishcloth.

It was two o'clock and once again I was starving, the pizza that I'd eaten twelve hours earlier would only fuel my body for so long so Harry asked if I'd like him to take me out to lunch. Harry picked through my clothes to dress in for him, all stuff that was far too small for me, far too young and far too sexually explicit. Because of the way that I was dressed, I was expecting a discrete pub out in the country, a darkened corner where no one would see us together but I was wrong.

What do you fancy for lunch Vicky?"

"Anything...I'd be happy with fish and chips from the local chippy."

We drove into the centre of town, to an upmarket bistro. The waitress welcomed us and guided us to a table in the window. Harry introduced me to the waitress and asked if it would be possible for me to have a double sized portion of cod and chips as I'd been on the night shift and had worked really hard. I checked the menu, they didn't have any menu items with chips included and when I looked around the room everyone was eating from plates with a teaspoon full of this or that, not enough to keep a bird alive. The waitress walked away without asking Harry what he wanted.

"I think you insulted her...this isn't the kind of place that serves fish and chips...we should probably go and look for somewhere else to eat."

I saw our waitress running across the road, she ran into the fish and chip shop on the other side of the street and returned a few minutes later with a large parcel under her arm. She took the parcel into the kitchen and returned with two massive plates that she delivered to our table, a massive steak on the plate that she put in front of Harry and a blue whale hiding under batter and climbing over a mountain of chips.

I looked at the menu again, there was no mention of chips, no mention of fish and definitely no mention of selling half cows. "Did they do the steak in the chip shop?"

"No, chef keeps steak in specially for me, knows that I like it burnt on the outside but still have a pulse on the inside..." Harry cut into his steak and the blood ran out freely, "...lovely grub!"

I could only eat half of the fish and a quarter of the chips, Harry polished off all of his food and he pulled my plate in front of him, he was just about to cut into what was left of my fish when the chef came out and slapped his hand, causing him to drop his knife.

"You've had quite enough darling."

Harry's arm draped over the woman's hips, "Lovely steak darling but my friend here made me work up quite an appetite, kept me at it all night long...she's insatiable!"

The female chef smiled at me, "Honey...if you kept my husband happy all night you deserve cheesecake and cream!"

I stopped breathing...my heart froze in my chest and I wished that the ground was about to open up and swallow me. She walked away and I exploded all over Harry as silently and inconspicuously as I could.

"Why the hell did you bring me here? Your wife's workplace...Are you rubbing her nose in something?"

"No...not at all, I promised her that if I found someone special I'd bring her here so she could meet...

Harry had to stop talking then because his wife was back with a large plate full of baked cheesecake with a pint of cream whipped on top of it. The desert was placed in front of me but I made no move to eat any of it, Harry picked up a fork and made a stab at my sweet and his wife slapped his hand again..."You know that deserts are off the menu for you darling."

She sat at my side, "Come on...eat some cheesecake, you need to keep your strength up!"

I took a fork full of cake and popped it in my mouth, it was delicious and creamy, so light that it melted in my mouth...she smiled at me and nodded her head, "Good isn't it...my staff are going to clean up so I can get off, would you like to come to the house so we can get to know each other?"

My jaw dropped and I looked to Harry's grinning face...

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