Sandra went through the application form filling it in for me, I blushed at a few questions and she said, "I'll select the 'Prefer Not To Say' option, when you get used to chatting on the site you can go back in and change them to the real answers."

Sandra pressed the submit button at the bottom of the form and the screen changed to a chat room, the only name in the list of occupants was 'Victoria-4', "That's you, you must be the fourth Victoria to have signed on to 'Locall', unfortunately it looks like no one else around here is online yet, the program uses your postcode as the focal point and only shows people within a fifteen mile radius."

"Fifteen miles might as well be the other side of the world for me!"

"Yes but the person you chat to could live right across the road like me! It's a pity there's no one to talk to so I can show you how things work."

Sandra hovered the mouse pointer over my screen name and then looked disappointed, "I forgot, you can't see the menu options on your own name ..."

Sandra seemed to be thinking seriously for a moment, halting her flow mid-sentence, as she mulled things over in her head and then her face brightened up, she'd thought of something.

"... I'll pop over home and log in, when you see Sandy-3 come on screen just hover your mouse over it like this..." She pushed the mouse pointer over my name, "...there will be a dropdown menu box offering you my profile so you can see the kind of thing that other chatters can see about you. There will also be an option to ask me to chat in private. We can have a little practice together while you wait for a few other people to wake up."

Sandra dragged her sleeping son back across the road to her own house and within five minutes 'Sandy-3' popped up on my screen as being available. I did as she had told me to do and I opened her profile, she was interested in both men and women and according to her profile, she was looking to meet for sex. I'd seen quite enough of Sandra's profile but as I was about to close it a profile photograph started to resolve at the bottom of the screen. My pointer hovered over the close button until the photograph finished opening, it was Sandra, on a beach somewhere wearing only very skimpy bikini bottoms and I have to say as a straight woman she had fantastic breasts, huge, full rounded and with dark brown nipples and areola. 'Inappropriate for a mother of a baby to show!'

I closed her profile and there was a message from her on the left hand side of the screen.

I typed my answer and it popped up on the right hand side of the screen.

I agreed to go into a private chat with Sandra and we carried on chatting inanely in a private room even though there was no one in the main room. After fifteen minutes Ken-2 popped up in the main room and he asked Sandy if he could private message her. She told him that she was chatting to me in a private room because I was new and she was helping me out. He apologised for butting in and was going to go but Sandra stopped him.

Suddenly the half screen that Sandy and I were chatting in split into three separate sixths of the screen, three little boxes, two had video feeds in them and the third was my text window.

Sandra was dressed as she had been earlier in my kitchen, Ken was a handsome devil, the camera cut off his image just above the fringe line on his head at the top of the screen and his belly button at the bottom and all in between was naked. As they chatted together their voices came out of the tiny speaker built into my new computer. I noticed from his arm movements that Ken was probably rubbing his cock slowly out of the view of his web-cam as he and Sandra talked.

I heard Robert stirring a few times as they chatted and then he woke up hungry. Sandra told Ken that she would have to feed her son, his reply was, "That's okay, we can still chat while you're doing it."

Sandra picked Robert up out of his buggy and lifted the front of her T-shirt up, she wasn't wearing a nursing bra, there wasn't a nursing bra that was elegant enough for Sandra, she preferred to wear sexy lingerie, the bra that was peeping out under her T-shirt was very lacy, very sexy and a front fastener. With Robert across her lap and his mouth over her nipple there really wasn't anything on show and Ken moaned about that so Sandra struggled out of her T-shirt completely and as her bra was a front loader and it was already open that fell away too.

Ken was much happier now that he could see her left breast and watch her left nipple leaking milk in sympathy with her son's suckling on her right teat. They chatted for a while longer and then Ken tilted his camera down so that his face disappeared off the top of the screen and his erection came into view at the bottom.

I moved my mouse pointer over the close message window button but I was unable to talk my fingers into pressing the close button, Ken said, "Why don't you take your skirt off and let me see more of you?"

Sandra moved Robert from her right breast and over to her left, she took a firm hold along his body and then stood up. I watched as she struggled to unfasten the clip at the top of her skirt at the right hand side and pull the zipper down. She wriggled her hips and her skirt dropped away revealing very sexy knickers, skimpy thong to match her discarded bra. Ken's hand sped up rubbing his cock when he saw her bald pussy mound through her see-through thong.

Sandra tilted her webcam down before she sat back down on her seat. I was still desperately trying to talk my hand into turning Sarah's chat window off but I couldn't make my hand listen to me. Sandy got comfortable and then lifted her right foot off the floor, hooking her toes over the edge of the desk so her vagina was wide open on the screen and then while she was still breastfeeding her son she began to masturbate herself for Ken ... (and me) ... to watch her.

Ken climaxed first and almost as soon as his 'Milk of human kindness' stopped flowing he killed his screen so the size of Sandra's and my chat windows jumped from one sixth of the screen each to a quarter again.

Sandra continued masturbating until she climaxed and then she tilted the camera back up to her face and grinned at me, "You have to try and get off as quick as you can; men in chat rooms tend to close down the moment they climax. You'll get used to it if you chat often enough."

I thanked Sandra for her help getting me started with online chatting, like Ken, Sandra had given herself a climax and she had lost interest in the chat room. Sandra closed down and once again Victoria-4 was the only name on the list.

I could have closed down the PC but as I had a few things to do I just left it running, checking every once in a while to see if anyone else entered the chat.

At twelve o'clock, as I was preparing my lunch I heard a ping from the computer. I wiggled the mouse and saw that a man called Alan had just arrived in the room, just Alan, no number after his name. I didn't know the protocol, there were only the two of us in the room but then I could have been wrong, Alan could be up to fifteen miles away, his view of the chat room might have a dozen people in it for him to chat to.

I sat eating a sandwich and half looking at the chat screen when there was another ping from the computer.

I was shocked, very shocked, I remembered seeing Sandra typing my postcode into the application form, that was after all how the system linked people together, the algorithm used my postcode as the pivot and captured all other chatters within a fifteen mile radius for the chat screen.

The conversation went on for over an hour until Alan had to go back to work. It was all very innocent, just passing the time really. There was an undercurrent of something but I didn't really grasp it, there was talk about kids, his son Carl was fourteen years old and at Samsonite Academy like Sarah. When we said goodbye he said that he hoped that he'd see me again in the chat room soon.

Well, it was only an hour out of my long day but it was an hour that flew past in just a few seconds rather than dragging on for a year as it usually seemed to do.

Sarah had to work hard when she got home and the ninety minutes was no exaggeration, it took her closer to two hours to complete her assignments from her first day at school. After she had finished I allowed Dawn and Peter to use the PC for thirty minutes each before bed.

As soon as I was alone I turned the chat room back on, there were twenty names in the available chatters field and I joined in with random conversations with various men and women, I checked all of their profiles, I was the only one that had no photograph in their profile. I talked to men and women but found I preferred chatting to men. The chat's often turned to sex, nothing too outrageous in the open room but several men invited me into private chat rooms and things usually turned a little sexual once away from the glare of public scrutiny.

Usually the period between nine o'clock in the evening and eleven o'clock when I went to bed were the most boring of the whole day. If it got too bad in the day when the kids were in school I could at least go for a walk or work in the garden but after they were in bed and it was dark I was tied to the house because they were so young.

On that first Monday evening, after the kids were in bed and I opened Lowcall chat the room had at least a dozen people in it, nine men and three women, I began to talk to the men in my area, I lost myself totally, by the time I realised that I was thirsty and looked at the time it was one am, two hours past my usual bedtime so I had to apologised to the man I was talking to, I'd been chatting for close to five hours without moving from my seat.

In the morning I was dead on my feet while I was getting the kids breakfast and checking that their clothes were ready for school. Dead on my feet but I kept looking towards the PC which I had already turned on but it was just sitting there with the screensaver running. As soon as the door closed behind the kids I was in the seat and had Lowcall opening up. Sadly, Tuesday morning was much like Monday morning, I was sitting looking at my own name in the chatters available pane.

I started to do the housework, washing pots, clothes, hovering and dusting, I didn't need to keep an eye on my computer because there would be a loud ping if anyone joined the main room and a different ping if anyone sent a message in the open room and yet another different sound if I were to be invited into a private chat.

At eleven o'clock in the morning I heard the ping that told me someone had joined the room and the sound the computer made to warn me that I'd been invited into a private chat room. I sat down and dried my hands before wiggling the mouse to wake my screen up. it was Alan, the guy I'd chatted to the day before during lunch time. We chatted for two hours before he went back to work. In that time he'd almost conducted a 'Masters and Johnson' interview of my sexual habits and experiences. No, don't get me wrong, nothing really sleazy or in bad taste, we were chatting normally and he would throw in a question about my sexual history and because we'd just been chatting normally I found I'd answered the question before I actually put any thought into what I was typing.

After Alan left to go back to work I sat there and read through the message history, 'Good Lord, did I really tell him all of that?' I shook my head in disbelief and looked at my face in a mirror, I was red as a lobster.

I chatted to two other men before the kids got home; those men were less subtle than Alan, it was obvious from the outset that they were looking for a woman to chat with while they rubbed their cocks and imagined the woman, any woman was doing it for them. Once the kids got home I turned Lowcall off and set about making dinner while Sarah used the PC to do her homework. Once again I allowed my other two children to play on the PC for an hour each before sending them to take a shower and get ready for bed.

I spent another five hours lost in chat to a dozen different men before I realised that I was too tired to keep my eyes open any longer and had to go to bed. The pattern was the same on Wednesday and Thursday but took a step-change on Friday. As soon as Alan logged into the chat room, instead of calling me into a private chat he sent me a message in the open room.

'You're a grown woman, you can visit a man for a bite of lunch and a non-alcoholic drink, come on grow up!'

Alan spent a little longer persuading me to go around to his house and in the end I agreed. I walked over to his road, a street a little longer than the street that I lived on but where I lived alongside sixty other houses, there were just twelve houses on Foxglove Close.

I rang the front door bell expecting Alan to answer the door but got a shock when his son Carl opened the door, he stood there wearing just swimming trunks, he was dripping wet and smelled heavily of chlorine. Carl looked me up and down before saying, "You must be Victoria, Sarah's mother..."

Carl stood there waiting for some kind of answer from me but I just stood there like a gibbering idiot, frozen and way, way out of my depth.

"...Come on in, my dad's in the kitchen getting lunch."

I followed Carl through the house, the entrance hall was larger than the floor-plan of my house and there seemed to be rooms going off in every direction, I looked up and above my head was a twenty foot long chandelier hanging from the ceiling of the upper floor and the stairs went up half way to the upper floor and then split into two, the house seemed to be divided into two wings and the main staircase divided into the two wings, there was also a minstrel gallery joining the two areas together.

Carl was waiting at an open doorway on the right as I walked slowly starstruck at my surroundings.

"He's in here Vicky!"

I woke up and walked past Carl and into the kitchen. Alan was also wearing trunks and his hair was still wet, he had obviously also been swimming just before I arrived.

"I'm doing salmon salad for lunch, would you like freshly squeezed orange to drink?"

I looked on in awe, Alan's kitchen was huge, he could have cooked for hundreds of people in a kitchen so huge. I just nodded my head at the offer of freshly squeezed orange juice, "Can I do anything to help ... squeeze the oranges or something?"

Alan grinned as he walked over and kissed me on the cheek, I noticed as he approached me that his cock began to inflate as he closed in on me but I tried to push it out of my mind, especially as Carl was at home.

Alan passed me and patted a rather large machine on the side, "If you squeeze the oranges 'Doris' here would sulk."

The machine was huge and it seemed to contain about ten kilos of fresh oranges, he placed a glass on a small drain and pressed a button and then walked away, the machine took in one orange and a trickle of juice ran into the glass, "The machine will sense when the glass is full enough, just pop another glass under it and press the button again."

I watched in amazement as seven huge oranges dropped through the machine, slowly, one at a time. I couldn't see what was happening once the orange had dropped out of sight, well, the juice was obvious, that was dripping into the glass but what about the skin, the pith and the pulp?

Like magic, as soon as the juice neared the rim of the glass the machine stopped chewing through oranges and the juice stopped dripping into the glass, I lifted the full glass out of the machine and popped another glass under the spout and pressed the button again. I took the full glass of orange over to Alan and he placed it on a tray with a slice of buttered artisan baked bread and a plate with poached salmon and a lovely mixed salad, "Here, this is yours, take out to the back garden, we'll eat by the pool."

"What about the other..."

Alan stopped me with a kiss to my lips, "Don't worry, I've finished everything else, I'll look after Carl's juice."

Carl was swimming lengths when I went out to the garden and placed my tray on the table at the side of the pool. Carl heaved himself out of the water and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around himself as he walked towards me. By the time he reached the table he was almost dry and he dropped his towel on the seat and sat there in just his swimming trunks.

"How come you're off school today?"

Carl looked at me, he waited until I'd taken a swallow of my orange juice before he answered, "I got wrecked last night, too much booze and ecstasy, I forgot the golden rule ... to drink plenty of water during the evening, I woke up this morning with a raging hangover, it's only just going away now."

Alan put two trays on the table and he sat opposite me, I wondered if he had heard Carl's boasting that he had got himself drunk and had taken drugs and if he did, did he allow his son to do such things. I hadn't touched my food but the juice was amazing, well, obviously I'd never tasted anything quite like the orange juice that was squeezed so freshly, the closest I'd come to it was cartoned juice and you could never be sure just how pure that stuff really was.

I had finished around a half of my orange juice and was feeling strange, more than strange, I had an almost burning itch in my loins, "Vicky, you should try eating a little, the salmon is wonderful!"

For some reason I didn't want to put my glass down so I held it in my right hand and used my fork in my left hand to hack a lump of the salmon from the fillet on my plate, I lifted the fork unsteadily to my mouth and popped the fish in. As I chewed it felt like lots of little explosions going off in my head and I saw vibrant colours shimmering all around me.

Carl had finished his food and drank all of his juice and I was still chewing my first mouthful of salmon, Carl stood up and said, "Has she had enough dad?"

"I'm sure she has, she won't eat any more though, I'm sure of that. I'll go and get a cover to put over her plate."

For no reason at all I found that funny and doubled over laughing my head off. Alan took his plate and Carl's away to the kitchen and returned with a pint glass of water and a fly screen to pop over my plate, "Here you go Victoria, try and drink as much of this water as you can."

Carl stood up and came over to me and began to stroke my hair, he helped me to my feet and said, "Come here Victoria, come with me over to a sun lounger. In my head I said no but for some reason I had an overwhelming desire to please ... anyone at all who wanted something from me.

Carl guided me to his sun lounger but he let my hand go before we got there, he lay on his back and whispered, "Come on Vicky, come and play on the lounger!"

I walked the few feet that stood between me and him on faltering legs. I almost fell on him but finally managed to sit down properly, Carl turned away from me as if he didn't want me to be next to him. I was very confused, I looked towards Alan, he was still sitting at the table but he was playing with a very large, and very expensive, video camera.

Carl whispered, "Pull me over onto my back Vicky."

I did as Carl told me to, he had his hands covering the front of his trunks and he looked really upset but he whispered, trying to keep his lips as still as he could, "Pull my hands away from my cock Vicky."

I have no idea why I did it but I grasped his wrists and tried to pull his hands away from covering the front of his trunks. I was actually far too confused to do it in reality, as soon as my hands gripped his wrists Carl started playing a game of tug of war with himself, I was just along for the ride, eventually he raised his arms above his head, pulling me down against him. he lifted his head slightly and pressed his lips against mine for a few seconds before he started thrashing his head from side to side as if he was trying to avoid my lips but his fight was half-hearted and then he brought his hands behind his head and lifted his face up to mine again and this time he pushed his tongue into my mouth.

We seemed to freeze in time for a few minutes and I got the chance to think, everything had been going at a hundred miles an hour around me but my brain was running slower than walking pace. Carl's lips were still pressing against mine when he said, "Pull my trunks down!"

'No bloody way, you're only fourteen years old!!!'

So that being the case, why were my hands now releasing his wrists and slipping down his body to his hips and hooking my thumbs under the waistband of his trunks. There was no resistance; he had obviously already untied the cord around the waist. As his trunks started to slide down his lifted his bottom almost imperceptibly and as I pushed his trunks further down my mouth left his and his tongue popped out of my mouth, I must have been sucking on his tongue without realising what I was doing.

A voice from the direction of the table said, "Pull his trunks all the way off."

I looked over at the table and giggled, I'd quite forgotten all about Alan, Carl's father, he was still sitting there watching us playacting on the sun lounger, I giggled again and had to shuffle down the lounger to continue pulling Carl's trunks down without falling off of the lounger, as I started to shuffle my bottom down Carl grasped the front of my dress and kept a tight hold of it so as my bum moved towards his feet my dress stopped where it was, exposing my knickers almost to their lacy elasticated waistband.

I looked at Carl's cock; he was about four to four and a half inches long, as thick as a chipolata sausage but standing ramrod hard against his belly. I froze, in the short time that I'd been married to my husband I never really looked at his cock, in my life's experience, sex was something to do in the dark, in the bedroom, I did know that my husband seemed to have more skin, the head of his cock was hooded, even when he was fully erect there was a quarter of an inch of empty skin hanging over the end of his cock but Carl's cock head was totally exposed. My mouth suddenly went dry and I was trying to get my voice to work.

"Victoria, take your dress off!"

Again the voice came from behind me but Alan's voice had suddenly gone up an octave or two, I looked in his direction again and discovered that Sandra was sitting on Alan's knee, she was totally naked and was lifting herself up and falling back down, I looked under the table, Alan's trunks were on the ground at his feet and Sandra was straddling his lap. It slowly dawned on me that I was actually watching Alan's cock sliding in and out of Sandra's cunt and as she rose and fell her breasts were bouncing up and down and on every downwards bump milk spurted out of both of her nipples.

Carl tapped my thigh to regain my attention, he whispered, Take your dress off for me Vicky."

My head was really spinning, I didn't want to do this, I didn't come to Alan's house for sex, well ... I had actually changed into my only expensive lingerie set before leaving home, just in case anything happened, my best undies and my shortest, thinnest summer dress and my newest shoes. I wanted to make a good impression on Alan if things actually got that far so I guess that at the back of my mind I had expected ... 'Where did Sandra come from?'

Carl tapped my side again, "Dress Victoria, you were taking your dress off for us!"

'Oh yes, that's right, I was taking my dress off!'

I looked over to Sandy and Alan again, Sandy had a look of bliss on her face and she had started gasping for breath, Alan was just sitting there passively. As I took my dress off I wondered if I'd ever had such a blissful look on my face during sex with my ex-husband ... no one would ever have known because we always did it in the dark.

I heard Sandra ask Alan if he was close, he grunted a kind of affirmative answer as my head popped out from inside my dress and I allowed it to fall to the floor at the side of the lounger. Sandra jumped up off of Alan's cock, turned around almost mid-air so that she was facing Alan and she dropped down onto her knees in front of him, taking his glistening cock in her mouth and she began sucking him to completion.

Carl tapped my side again, this time he was touching bare flesh, "Victoria ... Vicky, suck my cock like Sandy is doing to my dad."

'No fucking way, I never did that for my husband so I'll be damned if I'll...'

I didn't finish that though as I was bending over and lifting Carl's cock away from his body and copying on him what Sandy was doing to his father. I sucked for two minutes, Carl was bucking his hips up from the bed, trying to get all of his cock into my mouth, he was giving me instructions, telling me what he wanted me to do. Carl's left hand was at his side and he was gathering my long hair in his hand, as he gasped through his orgasm he pulled my head down hard. As soon as I felt the sperm leaving his cock I tried to pull my head away but I was held in place by my hair. Eventually I stopped fighting and swallowed all of his boy-juice.

Carl's cock went soft and slipped from my mouth, I was still trying to pull my head out of his crotch, my mouth had been very dry but salty semen did nothing at all to moisten it, now I had a dry mouth with a disgusting taste in it as well. Carl kept a tight hold on my hair though, "Vicky, keep sucking my cock, make me hard again."

If I hadn't been in such a confused state I might have laughed at that comment, whenever I had sex with my husband once he had climaxed he had no interest in sex again for several days so I had no experience of young boys who could cum and get hard again in just a few minutes.

I started to suck his limp little worm, it was hardly bigger than my clitoris but in just a few seconds of my licking and sucking on it he began to re-inflate and grow slowly into my mouth until he was fully erect again and Carl let my hair go free so I could sit up.

"Victoria, it's one o'clock, it's time to take your bra off, remember!"

'One o'clock already, wow, so ... what did he say about time to take my bra off?'

I felt the strap of my bra relax and looked down, my arms were behind my back and my bra was falling away from my body. Before my brain could process Alan's instruction to take my bra off my arms had already done it.

"Knickers as well Victoria, you were supposed to be totally naked by one o'clock!"

My thumbs went down to the waistband of my knickers, I was about to push them down while still sitting there on the lounger at the side of Carl but Alan stopped me, "You were supposed to stand up first ... remember?"

I stood up and pulled my knickers down, keeping my legs straight and bending right down to get my feet out of the leg-holes once my knickers hit Alan's patio.

"Climb on top of Carl now Victoria, he's ready for you."

I straddled the lounger and lowered myself down on top of Carl, he wasn't helping me in any way, he was just lying there like a slab of wet fish, a very horny wet fish. I reached between us and lifted his cock away from his body and adjusted my position until we connected and his little cock slipped into my body. I'd never been on top in my life before and had no idea what I was supposed to do but nature took over, I moved around until I did something that I liked and I latched on to that. Suddenly I went off like a rocket; I was climaxing and working my hips hard to build an even better orgasm.

Greed took over and I began pounding away against Carl's young body, I'd had orgasms before, of course I had, my husband had given me a few, not that many in reality and I had given myself a few too but nothing like this, never in the light when I could see what was going on, never with such a young man under me, and most assuredly, never with an audience and I was going for it, going mad to get the best orgasmic experience. Carl exploded inside my body and I felt instantly disappointed, especially when his cock slipped out of my cunt and I was left humping disappointedly against his abdomen.

Alan stepped in and grasped my arm and pulled me up off of his son. I was gasping for breath as I came down from my orgasm, I giggled as I looked at Alan's face, it was bright red and he looked angry at me, he wagged his finger at Carl without saying a word and Carl looked worried, he rolled off of the lounger and ran towards the pool. Alan had been naked at one o'clock and now, as he dragged me away from the lounger he was dressed in a tracksuit.

I was pulled over to the table and my lunch was uncovered, because my mouth was so dry and I still had the foul taste of Carl's semen in my mouth I reached for the glass with my remaining orange juice in it but Alan took it off of me, "You don't want any more of that, you've had far too much already, here, drink water, drink plenty of water, you need to cool your body down after taking such a massive dose of GHB!"

I had no idea what GHB was but I was really thirsty so I drank down the whole pint of water before tucking into my leftover and warm salad. As I ate Sandra and Alan were talking, Alan asked if Sandra thought Sarah would need anything to help her relax, "No, I've been chatting to her, I think that so long as you let Carl have the first go at her she'll be very happy for you to follow him in."

'Sarah, my Sarah! Are they talking about my Sarah?'

I looked over at Sandra and Alan, Sandy was deep in thought, "Dawn will be here as well, she'll need something but this batch of GHB looks to be full strength so I suggest that you just inject five mills into one orange and put it in the juicer so it falls through first and make sure that Dawn gets the first glass. Do you have cameras in Carl's bedroom?"

Alan nodded his head, "In that case, let him take Sarah to his room to fuck her, we can watch on the TV in the living room, let Dawn watch her sister and Carl fucking while the GHB in her juice takes effect and then you can drill Dawn on the coffee table while Victoria and I watch."

Something in my head didn't sound quite right, Sarah and Carl would be fucking in Carl's bedroom and then Alan would be fucking my youngest daughter Dawn in front of Sandra and me, no that didn't sound right at all, that sounded very wrong, not only wrong but highly illegal, even in my drug addled state I could see that what Alan and Sandra were planning was wrong on so many cases. I knew just how wrong it was but it was difficult to get my confuddled brain to say anything that might upset anyone, deep down inside I seemed to have a pathological need to please everyone.

Alan had left the table and Sandra and I were alone, I giggled and then whispered, "Sandy, I can't allow Sarah and Dawn to come to a place like this, you know it is wrong!"

Sandra seemed to mull my statement over in her head, then she nodded to herself and said, "How old were you when you first had sex?"

I was shocked that Sandra would ask me that, "I was fifteen!"

"No you weren't, like every girl in our area you lost your virginity in the first month at the comprehensive school and you were eleven years old, Sarah is thirteen and Dawn is twelve, Sarah's definitely ready, we talked about it over the summer holidays..."

I interrupted her, "I wasn't eleven when I lost my virginity!"

"Victoria, you were eleven, he was Paul Gamble, he took you down the cinder path and into the bushes, he pulled your knickers down and put his cock in you but a man walked along the path and frightened Paul off, leaving you lying there terrified with your dress up under your chin and your knickers around your ankles, you were just lucky that he didn't spot where Paul had taken you or your first dalliance with sex would have been far more painful!"

It suddenly came to me, I'd repressed that event from my memory but it had put me off going down the cinder path with boys for many years.

"It's not Sarah's fault that they changed our old school from a comprehensive school to an upper school and moved the entry age from eleven to thirteen years old. Poor old Sarah's already had to wait two years longer than you had to wait and Dawn a full year without a boyfriend."

"Okay, so I admit that I did go part of the way with Paul Gamble when I was eleven but then I never went near a boy until I was fifteen years old, Sarah simply can't have sex here today, I'll do everything I can to prevent my daughters having sex!"

"I'm sorry that you said that Vicky, we didn't want to do this..."

Sandra grabbed my arm in a vice-like grip and dragged me through Alan's house and into a small office under the main stairs, there were four TV sets and a bank of computers and recording devices, she popped a blank DVD into a DVD drive on a computer and told the computer to record the stream feeding into TV number four, then she rewound one feed.

"This is a security camera by the side of the pool!"

Sandra pressed play and I saw Carl lying on a sun lounger and I came into the picture looking drunk, I watched open mouthed as the silent video stream appeared to show me violently raping a fourteen year old boy against his will.

"Carl is a great actor, he puts everything into his roles, he's going to be big in films when he's older, keep looking, the best bit is coming up!"

I saw Alan suddenly appear on screen, he grabbed my arm and dragged me away from his son, I was humping my minge like a mad woman against Carl's totally flaccid cock. Even though I knew that Alan hadn't said a single word it looked like he was telling Carl off and then Carl ran away looking frightened and Alan stood there for a few seconds shaking me, he was dressed, I was totally naked, as I was at that very moment still, he looked like he was raving mad, his bright red face contorted in an angry mask before he pulled me over to the table. I looked totally calm as if it were an everyday occurrence to be naked in a stranger's back garden, I even saw myself giggling as I was pulled away from the side of the pool.

"We really don't want to use this, if you had just agreed you wouldn't even have known about this video."

Sandra finalised the DVD disk and popped the drawer open, she took the disk out of the drive and wrote on it Victoria and Carl as well as the date, then she popped the disk into a clear wallet and popped it into a storage slot on a shelf above the TV screens alongside ten other similar disks.

Sandra saw me looking at the stack of DVD's in the storage box, you can watch these tomorrow if you like, Carl's been doing his act for three years now and he gets better and better every time.

I sobered up rather fast when I realised just how far in the shit I was, "I'm not going to be in the living room to watch!"

"That's your choice Victoria but if the mother isn't there Alan is always a lot more aggressive with the girls, more violent and the break-in is a lot more painful!"

I was lost, I knew it, Sandra knew it. There was nothing I could do to prevent my daughters being used by Alan and his son as sex toys. If I tried to go to the police Alan would say that I was inventing it all and he'd show the DVD to show that rather than he and his son being the rapists I was.........

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