I wrote Sarah a letter telling her that I would be out for an hour and not to play her music too loud ... not that she was interested in music at that moment. I'd intended on just going out for a walk I hadn't changed my T-shirt after my meeting with Peter Perfect at the football pitch, I looked at my reflection in the hall mirror, the neck hole was stretched beyond all recognition and as I stood there one side of my neck was hanging down my arm an inch. I liked the peasant look of the neck hanging off my shoulder but I didn't like the shoulder strap of my utilitarian bra, a stark white band over my shoulder. I'd either have to change my T-shirt or dump my bra.

I stood mulling it over, the choice was getting difficult, I was on the edge of changing my mind and staying at home when Sarah achieved an orgasm, I would have to go up to my bedroom to get a clean T-shirt, I reached behind me and unfastened the clasp at the back of my bra. I wriggled the bra out of the armhole of my T-shirt and left the house. I walked for thirty minutes and found myself outside our local pub.

When I used to go into the pub with my husband on a Saturday evening there would be large groups of people, often all men or the majority of all men groups with a spattering of wives and girlfriends, there would be a great noise, great camaraderie. I'd been in the pub earlier in the day to ask if John had been in the previous evening only to find that he hadn't been in the pub for ages. The pub was quieter than I remembered, instead of the large group of people all talking to each other the pub was full of couples, just two sharing tables for four and they were all talking quietly to each other.

The pub was barely half full and almost as quiet as a library, I ordered a dark rum and a bottle of cola and then walked around to find a seat and hopefully someone to talk to. The only large group were six young men in an alcove, a pool table in a room that hadn't even existed fifteen years earlier, the last time I drank in that pub. I watched a shot being played, as the young man stood up he saw me and came over to my side and as his friend bent over to take his shot I was asked what my name was.

After his friend took his shot, the guy talking to me gestured to a table against the wall, "You can put your bottle and glass on that table, I'll go and find you a chair to sit on after I've taken my shot."

I watched as he took his shot, he made all the right moves, looked very professional but once again he missed his pocket. He disappeared into the main bar and returned with a leather covered seat that he placed at the end of the table that I'd put my drink on. When he took his next shot he wasn't really taking much notice of where his ball was going, he was looking at my legs more than the pool table.

He handed his cue to one of his friends and told him to take over for him. I watched him go back into the bar and return with another chair which he placed at my side. "So, where are you from Darling?"

"I live over the back of the railway line on Mallard Way!"

"You married?"

"Yes, well, I guess I'm separated rather than married."

"You have any kids?"

"One, she's 14."

His eyes opened a little wider, "Really, you don't look old enough to have a fourteen year old ... where does she go to school?"

"Just the comprehensive at the end of the estate."

"What's her name? We might know her!"

"Sarah..."

He jumped in and stopped me, "Sarah Clarke, John Smith's girlfriend?"

I nodded my head, "Do you know John Smith?"

"Yes, he's in our cl ... used to go to our youth club"

So, the lads playing pool were under aged drinkers and now a boy, probably only around sixteen years old was chatting me up. He moved his seat a little closer to me, his knees were pressing into my upper thigh and I could feel his breath against my bare upper shoulder as he spoke, my left hand was on my thigh and he was brushing his fingertips over the back of my hand for a few seconds before he put his palm across the back of my hand and his fingertips were brushing against my thigh through my skirt. My body reacted to his touch, my nipples stood out and because I wasn't wearing a bra under my thin T-shirt it was very noticeable. I saw him looking at my nipples and he grinned, the fact that he was looking at my growing nipples made them grow even more. He looked over at the four standing around on the other side of the room while the fifth leaned over the pool table to line up his shot, I saw him smile at his friends and they, in return smiled back at him.

"Come for a walk with me!"

"No."

"Come on, finish your drink and come out for a walk with me."

"I'm not coming for a walk with you, I don't even know your name, I don't know anything about you!"

"Well, my name is easy to sort out, I'm Gary Finch, as to the rest, if you want to find out about me come for a walk with me."

I said no ten times as I drank my rum and cola and all the time his hand was on top of my hand and his fingers brushing over my thigh through my skirt, on the eleventh time he asked me to go for a walk with him I said, "Where do you want to walk with me!" instead of just saying no, he smiled at that subtle change in my response. He curled his fingers under my palm to lift my hand off of my lap and as he did he leaned in and kissed the exposed skin of my upper arm and my stomach flipped over. He kissed in three more places between my arm and my neck and then he whispered into my ear, "Come on, finish that drink and come for a walk with me."

I swallowed the last of my rum and Gary stood up, pulling me to my feet. Gary pulled me towards the back of the pool area, there was a doorway out to the toilets and then on to the car park beyond. I was painfully aware that five pairs of eyes were watching as Gary pulled me through the door and into the passageway beyond. As soon as I passed through the door Gary turned, he pushed me against the wall and his mouth clamped onto mine as his left hand rubbed up over my T-shirt and over my unfettered right breast.

I stood there, wondering if this was as far as our walk would take us but after a five minute lip-lock and groping Gary pulled away from me, "Just wait there a minute while I pop into the toilet."

It crossed my mind that I could just walk off and leave him in the toilet but before the door had even closed on the men's toilet there was a clunk of metal on metal, a scraping sound and a 'kerplunk' sound and Gary was stepping back out of the toilet, he was tucking a box of condoms into his shirt pocket.

Gary grabbed my hand again, he pulled me against him and kissed me again, this time just a quick peck before dragging me out into the pub car park. I'd expected him to pull me to the right, towards the road but he didn't, he pulled me towards the back fence of the car park. The fence separated the pub from a disused factory. The factory had been so huge that it had its own railway sidings to take in bulk deliveries of chemicals via the railway network. The sidings weren't empty though, even though the factory had been closed for over a year there was a buildup of old rolling stock off of the national rail network, old carriages that were waiting to be sold off or broken up for scrap.

Gary lifted a section of wire fence for me to get through and he followed me, he pulled me reluctantly along the line of plush first class carriages, well, they had been plush thirty years earlier, now, they were just rusting hulks awaiting their fate.

There was a box standing three feet away from the track, Gary left me standing at the side of one of the closed doors, he fetched the box and placed it at the side of the door, standing on the top of the box Gary could reach the door handle and he opened it. I was manhandled on top of the box and then again into the old carriage. The first compartment had no seats in it, the second had its own seats in place and the seat bases from the first compartment were on the floor. Gary slid the door open and pushed me into the compartment.

I was dragged onto the impromptu bed and pulled onto my back. Gary lay next to me and started kissing me, kissing me and fighting me to get my clothes off as well as his own. We were both naked and Gary handed me one of the condoms he'd just bought, "It's up to you, I'm happy to do it with or without the condom."

I had no doubt that Gary would prefer the feeling of his cock in my pussy, skin on skin and I did like the feeling of semen washing through my body, even if I knew that I wouldn't fall pregnant from it due to my fallopian tubes being full of fibroids and so not producing the egg to turn into a baby so I handed him back the condom and let him climb aboard and plug in.

Gary had been ramming his cock home for two minutes and it sounded like he was at his end game before I'd actually started to climb my own personal mountain but then there was a noise above my head, or should that be behind me ... my head was towards the sliding door and it was wide open, I heard a whisper, "I'm sure he usually brings girls into this carriage to fuck them." There was more than one, probably all five of Gary's friends and they were just six feet from the door. The prospect of being caught rocketed me through to my orgasm, beating Gary by a fraction of a second.

As Gary emptied his balls into me five heads popped around the open compartment doorway to get a good look at what was going on. I'd like to say that I was mortified at being caught fucking a school boy in an old train but I wasn't, in fact, far from it, I knew full well that they would all want to grunt into me and that thought made me climax again as Gary was winding down.

I lay there as five more boys took their turns, they didn't strip off like Gary had done, just opened the stable doors and galloped away into my body. The order that the boys took their turns in me was dictated by the time each boy had to go home. Gary was the only one left at eleven o'clock, he clambered on top of me again and had another fifteen minute ride. I left my knickers off because there were two rivers of spunk running down the insides of my inner thighs.

Gary walked with me all the way to my driveway and we kissed goodnight. There was a car on my drive that I didn't recognise, the front window had a badge that belonged to the football club that Sarah had played for earlier in the day.

I opened the front door, Peter Perfect was sitting on my sofa, a can of beer in his hand and a grin on his face, "Sarah said it would be okay for me to sofa surf here for a day or two."

I nodded my head and then looked up the stairs, "Huh ... huh ... huh." My daughter and John were either still fucking or fucking again. I went up and looked in Sarah's bedroom, "Sarah, don't go mad just because it's your first day, you'll make yourself sore."

I stepped into the bathroom, Sarah and John stopped fucking almost immediately, I ran hot water into the bath, I couldn't really talk, I was already sore, my pussy had taken a beating earlier in the day from Peter Perfect and I'd fucked six boys in the past two hours, one of them twice. The thing about sixteen year olds was that they pounded away as if it were an Olympic sport, rather than the slow jog that I'd become used to.

I slipped into the bath, my muscles were all strained and aching from the pounding my body had just taken. Sarah came in and sat on the toilet, I heard the stream of her pee hitting the water at the bottom of the bowl, "You were out a long time, where did you go?"

"Just down the pub for a drink."

"The Railway Inn?"

"Yes."

"That's where John would have been tonight, his friends go there to play pool, the landlord knows that they're all under age but doesn't mind while they are feeding his pool machine."

"I think I met some of them."

Sarah got off the toilet, wiped and flushed, "Is there room for a little one?"

I moved my legs and Sarah climbed in the tub with me. "Peter was a little worried when I told him he could sleep on our sofa, he would have preferred to ask you himself."

"I don't mind."

"Does he have to sleep on the sofa though?"

"Why? What do you mean?"

"I thought that you might like his company in your bed tonight as it will be your first night alone."

"Not really darling, your father often stayed out all night."

"Yes but you had the expectation that he'd be home before you woke up, didn't you?"

John was standing at the bathroom door, "Can I use the toilet please?"

"John, we only have the one bathroom here, we don't stand on ceremony, a body has to do what a body has to do."

"Thanks Mrs. C."

"Call me Vicky ... please!"

"Thanks Vicky."

John walked in and he stood at the toilet and peed.

He sat on the toilet after he'd flushed, "Do you mind if I stay in here with you guys?"

I finished rubbing soap into my body, "I'm getting out, you can hop in with Sarah if you'd like to."

While I dried myself John and Sarah got busy washing each other in the bath. I wrapped myself in my towel and went down to the living room, "Would you like some bedding and a pillow for the sofa or would you rather sleep in my bed with me ... I'm not offering you sex, I'm a little sore at the moment."

Peter and I returned to my bedroom and slipped under the covers together. Peter wrapped me in his arms and we kissed and cuddled for an hour or so before we fell asleep. We were woken at ten thirty in the morning by the sound of John and Sarah banging away again, Peter asked if I was still too sore, "I am a little, sorry!"

"Is it okay if I masturbate myself?"

Now that sounded like a strange request to me, as far as I was concerned, masturbation was a solitary occupation but I just said, "Knock yourself out! I'll go and make a pot of tea."

"No ... no don't please, I want to masturbate with you next to me."

I'd never heard of anything like it in my life before, people masturbating while someone else watched them.

Peter pulled me against his side as he rubbed himself, he wasn't in any kind of hurry, he was just stroking his cock slowly, he kissed me on my lips and then he kissed every inch of my body as he rubbed himself off, "Would you like to give me a hand?"

I took over his cock but he stopped me, "Not with your hand!"

"I already told you that I was too sore for sex!"

"No ... that's okay, just roll over on top of me a little. I was positioned so that my body half covered Peter's, he trapped his cock between his abdomen and my hip and he started fucking against my hip as he lavished kisses on my lips. Peter had spent an hour masturbating himself with his hand and my hip and when he finally climaxed he drenched both of our bodies with his spunk.

Peter and I crossed over to the bathroom and we shared a bath together. Sarah poked her head around the door, she was dressed in one of her many imitation football strips, "We've had breakfast, we're going out for a bit to hang out with a few of John's friends, what time will lunch be ready?"

"At least three hours."

Peter asked me if I wanted to pop out for a drink with him while dinner cooked. I'd popped the joint into the oven on a bed of root vegetables including chunky cut onions; I'd need to be home after two hours to cook the potatoes and the rest of the vegetables but the meat would look after itself.

There was a young woman in the pub, Peter went over to her and kissed her with more than a little familiarity, he asked me what I'd like to drink, "I don't think I fancy a drink actually ... I remembered Sarah telling me that Peter would never be faithful but also that he wouldn't go behind my back, he'd be totally open and he was certainly being open with this young woman.

"No Vicky, you have to stay, my sister doesn't get away from her husband very often!"

I calmed down a little, I couldn't believe that I'd been so jealous of the young woman after only knowing Peter for twenty four hours, we'd fucked once, spent the night together and I'd let him use my hip to wank himself off against so I shouldn't have been so fixated on him already ... not to forget that I'd fucked six other people in between meeting Peter and spending the night with him.

"Aren't you from around here ... I'm sorry, Peter didn't tell me your name!"

"I'm Penelope, my husband whisked me to London as soon as we were married but he's working in Paris this week so I dashed up here as soon as he left for the airport."

We sat around chatting and drinking for an hour, it was clear that Penny had no Idea that her brother was homeless when she left London, she mentioned that she'd probably have to dash straight back to London as she didn't have anywhere to stay up here. I offered her Sunday lunch as we had plenty, a huge joint and a mountain of vegetables.

So, instead of the usual two for dinner we were five. There was a lot of conversation and laughter as John and Peter bounced comments off of each other. I casually dropped into the conversation with Sarah, "So, where did you 'hang out' with John's friends earlier?"

"We hung around at the back of the Railway Inn!"

"The only thing behind the Railway Inn is the factory sidings!"

"We just hung out down there, we didn't break anything, some of those carriages have been there for five years, they're just rusting away."

"How many of you were there?"

"Just eight of us!"

I could guess who the other six were that were hanging out with Sarah and John at the railway sidings.

After lunch, Sarah and John washed the pots and Peter, Penny and I drank in the living room, I suddenly had a thought and said, "How many drinks have you had Penny?"

"Oh God, I forgot, I'd been planning on sleeping over with Peter tonight, I'll have to leave as late as I can and just hope that I've used up all the alcohol out of my system."

Penny put her drink down as if it were scalding hot, I looked at the disappointed look on Peter's face. I went into the kitchen to get myself another drink and a few seconds later Peter was looking in the fridge for another of his cans of beer. Sarah and John finished putting the pots away and had run for Sarah's bedroom again.

"Wouldn't it be better if Penny slept on my sofa instead of risking driving all the way to London when she might be over the limit?"

Peter smiled at me, "If I told you that Penny would probably rather I slept on your sofa and she joined you in bed what would you say?"

I was shocked as well as stunned, I was thirty four years old and my life's view of sex and sexuality had already been rotated a dozen times in the past thirty hours and here, Peter was giving it one last spin. "What do you mean?"

"My sister is bisexual, she has a thing for women of your age ... she's actually into all kinds of way out sex ... Including a little incest as well!"

The casual way that he said incest was almost like he was saying that his sister liked cornflakes for breakfast. I guess that I'd accepted a kind of incest already, Sarah and John, although there was no actual proof that they were blood relatives and they hadn't grown up together, there was a lot of circumstantial evidence that they were half brother and sister and at that very moment, John was fucking her brains out!

"Can you go and ask her if she'd like to stay ... if I ask her she'll just think I'm being cheeky and taking advantage of you. And speaking of taking advantage, do you have any whites that need washing? I need a few shirts and things for work and I was hoping to be able to use your machine, so I may as well wash all the whites together ... if that's okay with you."

I opened the laundry basket and dragged the washing out, I threw all of the white and light clothes into the washing machine and then left Peter to throw his own clothes in. I guess it made a change for someone else to wash for me; my husband didn't even know where the washing machine lived.

While Peter was sorting out the washing machine I took my drink into the living room and asked Penny if she wanted to stay the night instead of driving to London and risk having an accident or being prosecuted for driving after drinking alcohol.

I saw a wicked look on Penny's face as she pulled herself out of her seat and she slinked over to me, she sat on my knee and started kissing me. It was a bit of a whirlwind kind of a thing but before Peter returned to the living room Penny and I were gone, Peter knew exactly where to find us though, we were in my bedroom. Penny had talked me into letting her give me a pleasure massage. I was oiled and rubbed from my toenails to the tips of my hair and everywhere in between. I could certainly understand what was meant by a pleasure massage, after thirty minutes my body was buzzing all over. Peter was sitting on the bed watching his sister rubbing and massaging me all over.

Penny kissed me again, "When I'm at work, this is the point where I'd ask if there was anything else I could do for you ... It's one big game really, I can't offer any sexual act for payment, that would be illegal and if you asked me for one, that would also be illegal. So in the game that is the massage business you'd have to say something like, 'I'd like a happy ending!' Or 'I need help to relax!' And I'd have to say, 'Extras are fifty quid!' And if you agreed, that's when I'd get a little more sexual but only ever hand relief or a body rub, no full sex!"

I didn't understand the concept of a body rub, I thought she'd already rubbed my body. Penny pressed Peter in to help, she started to massage him the way she'd massaged me, she even talked me into helping her, showing me how hard to press down, where to press and everything, then she said, "Okay, I'm going for a body rub now!"

Penny rubbed oil into her breasts and she used her breasts to rub over Peter's cock until he fired off all over her tits.

"There are drawbacks to working as a masseuse; handsome men don't pay for a massage. You have to put your rose tinted spectacles on, all the men are damaged property, they are fat, old, ugly or just married to the wrong woman and looking for a woman willing to look after their needs without looking at the man they're working on."

We had gone to bed at four o'clock in the afternoon, I'd planned to get up at six o'clock and do a snack meal for dinner but in the end I didn't, the three of us just played together and ended up fucking until midnight. One thing, all the sexual activity and only having one meal in a day would certainly get rid of any excess weight I may be carrying.

John went home at midnight so that he'd have his school stuff ready in the morning.

Peter was up early on Monday morning, he ironed his own shirt and he also ironed Sarah's blouse as well as her school skirt. Penny stayed in bed, I got up after Peter left for work and woke Sarah for her breakfast. As we sat at the table I asked her what she got up to when she was on the railway sidings with seven boys.

"I helped them all to get off, I used my hand and my mouth on John's friends while he kept my pussy blocked off with his cock or they would have all wanted to shag me as well."

I'd seen Sarah use her hand on twelve men on Saturday after football as well as give her boyfriend oral sex so I wasn't surprised that she would be happy to look after six sixteen year old boys at the same time.

Sarah was surprised to find her school uniform was washed and ironed without any fuss, especially as I'd spent most of the weekend having sex with Peter and his sister, usually on a Monday morning after doing nothing I'd still be ironing while she ate her breakfast.

Sarah left for school and I set about cleaning, Penny came down at ten o'clock with her arms full of our bedding, my bed as well as Sarah's and Penney dumped it all in the washing machine. "I've stood both mattresses against open windows to help them dry out, I'll flip them later before I have to go ... what are you doing for the rest of your day?"

"I'm going to have to go down the job centre and find work now that I'm a single mother"

Penny opened the local evening paper from the previous Thursday, "There are twenty jobs in here for the whole town, they all pay minimum wage, that's under three hundred pounds for a forty hour week, after stoppages and taxes, you'll be lucky to take home two-fifty a week. If you're willing to lose your dining room, you could earn that much on a slow day and no taxes to pay unless you're desperate to."

"How? Just from losing my dining room."

"Move the table into the kitchen and set up a massage table in there."

"I couldn't do anything like that."

"I have my old massage table and all my oils in storage here in town, I'm paying more in a month for the storage than the stuff is really worth, even if you only get two men a day you'd be better off than dragging yourself out to work cleaning or stacking shelves all week long."

I chuckled at the prospect of getting ten men a week interested in me massaging them, the thought of it was laughable!

I let Penny railroad me into giving it a try, we spent thirty minutes emptying my dining room into my kitchen and living room.

"The room is basic white, that's perfect, I have all the furniture you'll need for a professional look in here."

Penny drove me to a car rental company, the manager greeted Penny like an old friend, "Mike, I need a big van for two hours please!"

"Usual rate?"

"Sure."

I just stood there like a lemon while Penny walked around behind the man's desk; she knelt on the floor at his side and sucked his cock while he was looking at me. It didn't take him long to fill her mouth and after swallowing his seed, Penny told him that I was setting up as a pleasure masseuse and she was going to fetch all of her kit for me to use at my house.

"Where do you live Vicky?"

I looked nervously at Penny, she gave him my address. As she drove the massive van to the storage company she told me that she'd chosen that particular company to borrow a van from because the manager had a lot of contacts with men who were always looking for a good sex worker. "He'll pass on your address to his friends, there could even be someone waiting at your house by the time we get the stuff there.

Penny emptied her storage locker and closed out her account. She was actually right, there was a car parked outside my house, the man met us as we stepped out of the van, "I'm looking for Vicky, Mike sent me."

Penny looked over at me, "This is Vicky but she's not quite ready for business yet, all her stuff is in the van."

"I can help you unload the van, I only have two hours though."

Penny pulled me to one side, "Let him help me carry everything in, you go up to your bedroom, make your bed and cover it with one of my big towels, it won't be as easy to do the massage but I don't think he'll care, remember, fifty quid for the rub down and fifty for extras, don't mention what the extras are though, actually, if he humps the stuff in for us, give him his happy ending just for helping us out."

So Penny and the guy dragged a mobile whore house out of the van while I made my bedroom look presentable. Penny came up while the man was bolting the massage table together, she had a box of oils and a commercial box of condoms, "What are the condoms for?"

"You might fancy one of the customers enough to let him fuck you, just don't make a habit of it or word will get round about it."

He came up looking a little nervous, "Your friend said that a pleasure massage is fifty quid..." he held out his hand with five ten pound notes in it, "...is that okay?"

I took his money, "Look, I'm new to all this, what exactly is it that you want?"

He looked at my bed, "Ideally, I'd love to get naked together and just roll around on your bed for fifty minutes then have you masturbate me for ten minutes."

I looked him over, he wasn't bad looking, actually, he was more handsome than my husband, he wasn't as fat and he'd already proved himself to be more helpful than my husband. I gestured to the bed and pulled the duvet over the top of the large towel that covered the bottom sheet.

He treated me as if I were a lover rather than a sex worker, he actually gave me several massive orgasms with his fingers before he checked the time, "Do I have to pay you fifty extra for hand relief?"

"Not this time love, you did help us to carry all the stuff into the house so that part will be free this time."

I uncovered us both and then started to rub his cock with my hand, we were still kissing and I remembered what Peter did with my body when he masturbated himself so when the guy was close I rolled on top of him, trapped his cock between our bodies and took him to his happy ending with my body. He totally loved it and after he'd climaxed he wrapped me in his arms and cuddled with me for five more minutes. "Can we do this next time I come over?"

"What, play like this in my bed instead of me massaging you on the table?"

"He nodded his head, "Actually, I don't really like massages but we usually have to go through that rigmarole to prevent police entrapment, now that I know you and you know me, I'll just pay you one hundred pounds to do this for an hour, no messing about ... if that's okay with you!"

I nodded my head and pulled my T-shirt and skirt back on without my bra and knickers under it while he got dressed and I walked down to the front door with him, we kissed goodbye on the doorstep and he left.

Penny was grinning at me as I walked into the massage parlour that she'd set up in my dining room. "You were lucky, your first customer was a winner in the game. Did you enjoy your first payday?"

I gave her an awkward smile and nodded my head, "And look at it like this, you got fifty quid for your first hour, that's the same as working for eight hours at a dead-end job and forking out for transport and taxes."

I nodded my head again. Penny handed me a nylon lab coat with press stud fastenings, "If you wear this while you're at work it helps to separate work time from leisure time and it is easy to get into and out of. For now you can use your kitchen to wash your hands between customers but look into having a sink put in here, perhaps even a shower cubicle in time. I can put you in touch with plumbers who are willing to work for a few happy endings."

"What do you want for lunch and what time are you going back to London?"

"Just something light and if it's okay with you, I'd love to spend one more night with you and Peter and leave early on Tuesday morning ... Looks like I'll have to get lunch!"

"Why?"

"I think you might have another customer!"

I looked out of the living room window and saw a man walking nervously down my drive. I went to the front door and he visibly relaxed when he saw the way I was dressed, "Hi, are you Vicky?"

"Yes, how can I help you?"

"My friend Glen gave me your address, he said he has a special arrangement for relaxation massage rather than straight pleasure massage ..." I knew that I looked confused, I didn't know anyone called Glen, "... you know, no oil ..." He looked up towards my bedroom window and at that moment my telephone rang

"Excuse me a moment please."

I picked up the phone, I recognised the voice instantly, it was the man I'd just spent an hour in bed with, "I'm sorry about this Victoria, I was just boasting to a friend of mine about our ... massage ... earlier, he asked me for your address, I think he might be on his way round to see you."

"I take it your name is Glen?"

"Yes, your friend gave me your number while I was helping her to set up your massage room."

"Yes, okay, well, it looks like your friend has just arrived. Thanks for the recommendation."

Glen hung up the phone and I invited the man in, "Glen said that you were happy to do without all that coded stuff so here it is, one hundred pounds for a Glen special upstairs!"

I took his money and let him follow me up to my bedroom. Once again we both stripped off and slipped into the bed. Again, he wasn't too bad looking if a little over weight so I let him kiss me and play with my body as much as I was playing with his and when he was ready for his happy ending he pulled me on top of him and used my body weight to climax over my body.

I needed a shower, Glen had covered my stomach and I'd easily wiped it off with a towel but the second man had taken the trouble to paint almost every inch of my body in his sticky cream before he slipped out of my bed.

I took him to the front door and kissed him goodbye. I took a quick shower and then got dressed in my hooker uniform before sitting down to lunch with Penny. Penny had made me a salad using some of the leftover meat from Sunday lunch. "You're better off having a cold lunch because you never know when the door will be knocked again and you either have to turn business away or leave your lunch until later!"

Penny's comment turned out to be very prophetic. I was less than half way through my lunch when there was a knock at the front door. I left my lunch and went to the front door, "Hi, Mike gave me your address, he said you did massages, 'Pleasure, rather than therapeutic!' and I was wondering if you were free to give me one!"

I stopped myself laughing at the little double entendre, "I'm available, it's fifty pounds for the basic pleasure massage."

He went for his wallet but I stopped him, I looked up and down the street to see if anyone was paying me and my customer any attention. I took him into the hall where he handed over five ten pound notes. He was about to put his wallet away and stopped, his face blushed a little and I could see that he was having a little conversation with himself, I saw an internal agreement had been reached, "Erm, do I have to pay more for topless massage?"

I shook my head, "Hard to call it a pleasure massage if I keep all of my clothes on!"

He popped his wallet into his jacket pocket, "Erm, are there 'Any Extras' available?"

"Like what?"

"Is it possible to get a happy ending?"

"A happy ending will cost fifty pounds more."

"Full sex?"

"No, sorry, that isn't on the menu!"

He smiled and took another fifty pounds out of his wallet and handed it over so that he would be guaranteed a happy ending during his massage.

In my dining room I watched as he stripped off, for therapeutic massage he would have covered his middle, hiding his cock and arse from view but as it was a pleasure massage he just lay on the towel covered massage table totally naked. As soon as he was comfortable I pulled the front of my lab coat open and revealed my body.

I oiled my hands and started to rub the oil into his body, usually a professional masseuse would have been very careful to avoid touching a customer's genitals during a massage but as I was going to finish him off with my hands in fifty minutes time I didn't even try to avoid his cock or balls, I was just careful to be gentle as I rubbed over them. I oiled every inch of his body, front and back in his fifty minute pleasure massage.

I got him to roll onto his back, I added a lot more oil to his cock and balls and then I started to rub his cock hard and fast with my right hand as my left hand fondled his balls. As I was working on him I was aware that he was lifting his bum off the table every time my finger got close to his arse hole. I got the message that perhaps he was trying to encourage my finger to play around his dark hole as I was wanking him off. I had noticed that his anal muscle was a little looser than it should have been while I was massaging his bum and again, every time I'd gone close to his arse he had lifted up to try and get my finger close to his ring.

I scooped up extra oil on the third finger of my left hand, it seemed quite poetic to me that I was about to push the third finger of my left hand up his arse, wedding ring and all.

I hadn't stopped rubbing his cock with my right hand while I was getting ready to finger fuck his bottom and he'd seemed nowhere close to an orgasm, as my wedding band opened his arse wider he exploded, sending a shower of semen four feet into the air.

I used a hand towel to wipe semen and shit off of my hands and he was dressing a very happy man. "I'm here again in a fortnight; will you be available again at about the same time, two weeks on Monday?"

"Sure, I'll put you down in my diary, what name shall I use?"

"Trevor Clarke, I'm from Shepshead in Leicestershire."

I pulled my lab coat on again and took Trevor to the front door. When I went back to my lunch Penny said, "What happened, you're blushing like mad!"

"I'm not sure but I think I've just given a 'happy ending' to one of my husband's cousins, fortunately not one that I've ever met before, his side of the family never came to the wedding."

Penny laughed at me as I ate my lunch one handed while I found the page in my diary to write my next appointment with Trevor down.

Penny pointed out that I'd already earned the same amount as I would have earned after forty hours in the jobs advertised in the local paper and there would be no limit on my earning the same the next day ... or in fact the next four days come to that.

Sarah chose that moment to come running in with a cheery, "Hi mum, hi Penny."

Sarah ran past the dining room and then stopped in her tracks and back peddled a few steps.

"What's going on mum?"

"Well, I'm a single parent now and I doubt your father will be willing to support two households so I've had to get a job!"

"You're going to be a masseuse?"

"Not going to be, I've been working today already."

"How much do you charge?"

"Fifty pounds for a pleasure massage!"

"And how much for a happy ending?"

I shouldn't have been surprised, she may only be fourteen years old but my daughter seemed to be well schooled in matters sexual. I could have pretended that I didn't know what she was on about but instead I said, "A happy ending costs another fifty!"

"Do you give discount for friends and family?"

"Who did you have in mind?"

"Well, John, he'd love a massage from you with a happy ending but he'd never afford one hundred pounds for it."

I looked at Penny, "I'd do it for John for free but I think the fact that it would be you doing it is what would be the thing that made it special for John..." Penny went into the dining room and came back with a condom, "...in fact, you should give him a happy beginning, then a massage and let him use this to get his own happy ending."

I blushed as I looked at Sarah, her face split in a massive grin as she nodded her head in agreement with Penny.

"I'll ring John now if that's okay mum!"

I hadn't actually said yes but that didn't seem to matter, Sarah was already on the phone to John.

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