I quickly gloved Johnny's hands and took my own gloves off.

I walked into the estate office again and was greeted with, "I take it that you are the daughter of Fred and Rose Porter from Elm Cottage?"

I nodded my head.

"Here to see if I have a flat you could rent from me because you've grown too big now and are getting under their feet!"

I didn't know how to respond, I wasn't sure if he was joking still or not.

"Were you hoping to pay the rent on the flat by offering my son sexual favours?"

I blurted out a resounding, "No!"

"Pity...it'd do him a world of good to get himself a girlfriend, I'll probably end up paying someone to teach him about the facts of life...but I was hoping that he'd do that one thing for himself!"

Johnny's father had that serious look on his face for several more minutes before he laughed, telling me that he was joking.

"So, a few formalities, what do you do for a living?"

"Leather trimmer at Benson's Shoe Factory!"

"You have to have strong hands to do that!"

I nodded my head.

"Went out with a girl from Benson's once...no...no, twice, her hands were so bloody strong, she almost ripped my dick off!"

I smiled.

"Oh, you think that's funny? She bloody near crippled me!"

No, not that bit, but you must be confusing Benson's with some other factory, Benson's only started two years ago and there are only two other trimmers apart from me!"

He snapped his fingers, Amy Pick...something!"

"Pickersgill, Amy Pickers..." My voice trailed off, Amy was our sixteen year old vocational trainee, she'd only been trimming leather for three months because she just didn't have the strength in her hands any earlier. I felt my face colour up.

"You know Amy I take it?"

"I supervise her, I have to check the soles on the shoes she trims."

Ronald Clark picked up a mug of tea to hide his smile. "Has she mentioned me to you at all?"

"No...not really, we don't talk...well, rather, I don't talk about personal stuff at work...she did leave home rather suddenly a few weeks ago, she got a flat in that new development in Kettering..."

"You mean Clarke Plaza?"

The name suddenly fell into place, the name of the development as well as the comment from our head of HR, not to me but within my earshot, "How can a sixteen year old afford that kind of rent, I certainly couldn't and I'm on thirty times her wage!"

I also heard the reply, "Overtime!"

"She's too young to do any overtime at Benson's!"

I was suddenly spotted by Bill Sawyer, the second hand in that particular card game, Bill whispered, "Bed-land....from what I've heard!"

Wheels clicked into motion, pins fell into slots, doors opened and a shaft of light flooded into my brain.

"Vicky...Vicky, I said, are you looking for a flat in Clarke Plaza...be convenient for work...work in the day and fun at night!"

I grimaced but made it look like a smile, "Don't think I could make the rent on one of those apartments!"

He chuckled into his mug again, "Something a little easier to afford then, the Old Rectory conversion around the corner from your mum and dad perhaps?"

He looked at a ledger, "Strictly single occupancy, single bedsit, one hundred and forty-four square feet, four hundred a month, three month's rent as a deposit as well as first month and last month's rent in advance!"

"Wow, I wasn't expecting that, that's two grand to find up front, I'll probably be under my parents feet a while longer at that rent!"

He closed his ledger, formed his fingers into a tent supporting his chin, "Can I ask if you have a boyfriend Vicky?"

'Oh my God, he's going to hit on me!' went through my head. I have no idea why I answered him but I did, "No...no time for a love life...even less opportunity living around here!"

'Here comes the play...the...my wife doesn't understand me...pitch. Well, you throw it up there mate and see me knock it out of the field...way beyond the long grass!'

He sat back in his seat, "The thing is Vicky, I was shocked, bloody shocked, when I walked in and caught my son, shirt off, rippling his muscles at you and you rippling the front of his trousers the way you were...well, I have to admit that I never thought I'd see it in my lifetime. He's thirty-four years old and I've never seen him even talk to a woman before! When your father asked if I'd interview you for a flat of your own, he told me he had similar worries about you!"

I looked shocked, my jaw was flapping but I couldn't form words.

"Your father sees Betty Finch pushing her mother around the village in her wheelchair, Betty's a fifty year old virgin, still at home looking after her elderly parents and he sees you in thirty year's time, still a virgin and still at home with them."

He leaned forward in his seat, he pushed his mug to one side to make room for the cards he was about to play!

"Cards on the table Vicky, I'll make you an offer, you go out with my son on one date, look nice for him, laugh at his crap jokes, show an interest in him...no other expectations, just one evening to show him what he's missing and I'll wave the deposit!"

"So, basically... what you're saying is that apart from the date, meal out, drinks in a nice restaurant and a goodnight kiss after, nothing else is expected and you'll let me off paying the twelve hundred pounds deposit?"

He nodded his head, "I wouldn't even expect you to kiss him good night, not even that much of an expectation and you won't have to pay the deposit on a flat."

I sat back in my seat and considered the offer, "The way I see it, I don't really get anything then, just that I get to keep my own money!"

He leaned back in his seat, mirroring me, "Okay, I can see that would look like a bad deal...what if I record that you have paid your deposits...you get nothing right away but in time, when you move on, I give you twelve hundred pounds?"

I smiled...twelve hundred pounds at some future point in time for a date with his son, he was really desperate!

"Still doesn't help, I'd still have to find eight hundred pounds from somewhere up front...I'm a sole trimmer, not a banker, minimum wage, zero overtime..." I blushed as I heard 'Bed-land' in my head.

He leaned in towards me again, "I'll scrub first and last month in advance, let you pay your rent a month in arrears, how would that sound to you?"

"Like music to my ears!"

"But...and it's a big but! You don't get something for nothing out of our negotiations...you have to allow me to dress you, sort out your make-up and hair and it has to be this coming Saturday evening, it's a Masonic function, and I need to get Johnny noticed for being more than a clumsy clown, and a beautiful woman on his arm... you'll have to play the willing date to my son as well as perform well in front of my Masonic brothers!"

I'd be stupid to say no, not just a saving of two thousand pounds today, but a future payout of twelve hundred pounds later too. I leaned over and offered him my hand.

"So, when can I move into my flat then?"

"You'll have the keys on Monday morning...if you play the game with a straight bat...and my son must never find out about our little contract!"

I shook his hand.

"I'll make arrangements for you to pick up your outfit and have your makeover on Saturday afternoon. I'll text you the details once I know what I want you to wear!"

Two grand and a makeover...new outfit as well, if I don't like the outfit, it'll be on e-bay on Sunday morning!

I didn't even tell my parents that I'd seen Mr Clarke, they'd ask too many questions if I did!

*******

"Vicky, have you seen the hunk delivering the fork truck, it's here at last, no more humping heavy boxes of leather about!"

Colour me surprised, a brand new Polska heavy lift telehandler leased from Clarke and Sons Logistics Solutions...Johnny Clarke at the wheel.

I shouted out, "Get out of the way everybody, he can't even change a printer cartridge without killing a whale!"

Johnny jumped down off of the truck and sauntered over to me, "That was unkind and it was a faulty batch of toner cartridges from the manufacturer, they've admitted responsibility and are willing to admit their fault in writing...should the need arise!"

I fought off a smile, "I'm making a coffee, I'll get you one...if I can get well away before you pick the cup up!"

"Unkind...I don't care what my father said about not asking a factory girl to the lodge on Saturday, I think you need to see me schmoozing the rich and influential burgers of Northamptonshire, I'm a lot more graceful in my own element."

I turned around with two cups of coffee in my hand, "Was that your feeble attempt at asking me out?"

"You want I should go down on one knee in front of you or something...like you did when you rubbed the front of my trousers on Tuesday?"

Johnny made a big gesture, a flowery bow, waving his hands around like a Frenchman! He caught my right hand, threw a cup of boiling hot coffee over my blouse. I jumped and ran for the toilet before everyone saw through the front of my blouse.

"Are you okay... I'm really sorry, Mr Benson wants' to know if you need first aid or...or an ambulance?"

"If I say yes to going on a date with you...will you promise to leave the factory before you kill someone?"

"Will you come out with me tomorrow?"

"That's a little short notice!"

"Been putting it off for a long time now, my dad's been on at me for a month to get a date for tomorrow... you've just about seen all of my worst side, hopefully...fingers crossed...touching wood...kissing my lucky rabbit's foot...nothing will go wrong at the lodge tomorrow!"

"Have you had that rabbit's foot all week?"

"Yes!"

"Bin it mate, ain't working for you, go back to the rabbit, it has three others to choose from!"

He laughed and then silence.

"You still there Johnny?"

"Yes!"

"Well, I'm not coming out like this, sod off...no...don't go, ask Amy, your f...Erm...my apprentice to bring me my cardigan off of the back of my chair...don't you go near it, let Amy bring it to me!"

Amy brought my cardigan, "Has the hunk left yet?"

"No, he's waiting for the first aider to turn up!"

"I told him that I was okay, I don't need any first aid!"

"You might not...he does! Put his hand on my trimming knife when he asked me to fetch your cardigan for you!"

Blouse and bra off, cardigan on in two seconds flat. I rushed over to Amy's work station, Johnny's face was ashen, I grabbed his hand and raised it above his heart, a gash in his palm was oozing rather than spurting blood. I grabbed a bottle of sterile water that was usually used to wash out eyes when they got gritty, gauze pads to dry his hand, and before the blood flowed out again, I had lined up the two sides of his wound and super-glued it closed.

He looked from his hand to my chest and gasped, "God...you...look..."

"Stop...no inappropriate language in the workplace please!"

I went to my boss, "I need a little time off work Mr Benson."

"I didn't think that you were injured!"

"Boss...look away from my tits, look up at my beautiful face, if I sit here like this all afternoon none of the men will get any work done and your new telehandler will probably take out the whole production line! You're drifting down again Mr Benson, try and focus on my eyes. I'll go home and get changed and then take that idiot to hospital!"

"You don't have to do that, I can get someone to run him over!"

"Tempting thought boss but almost cutting his hand off is enough damage for one day...anyway he'd probably do more damage to the car you used to run him over than himself anyway...if he goes straight from here to the hospital they have to report the accident to the Health And Safety Executive for them to investigate, if he goes home first, different form, different rules!"

"Good idea!"

I pointed to my car, pressed the remote control to unlock all the doors, "You go and get in the left rear seat, fasten your seat belt and then call me, don't try to close the door, just call me when you're safely strapped in!"

"Sounds like you don't trust me or something!"

"Bloody right mate, I've grown attached to my car having five doors, if you try and close it, it'll probably fall off!"

"Oh, I thought that you might be worried that I'd try something on if I was sitting in the front seat next to you!"

I shook my head, "You have a good reputation around the village for being a gentleman, it's just that there's less for you to break in the back of my car!"

"I'm safely strapped in!"

I walked over and leaned in the back of my car to check that he was locked in place, as I pulled at the buckle to test it, he kissed my cheek, I froze, he suddenly blushed.

"Sorry...sorry...sorry, I don't know what came over me, I'm really not like that, been around my brother's for too long...l can see all of your tits when you stand like that!"

I bit my cheek to stop me jumping down his throat, counted to ten before I turned my face to look him in the eye, he pecked my lips with his and then jumped back in his seat, "Sorry again but please don't be mad at me, you are so very beautiful and you were the first girl to touch my cock...ever!"

I backed out of the car and thought to myself, it's like having a three year old in my car!

I flicked the child lock on his door before closing it, "Hands on knees please, your own, not mine you funny bugger!"

I closed his door and ran to my side of the car, before I fastened my own seatbelt I turned the power to the electric windows off so he couldn't open his window to stick his head out, I pulled out of the car park, "Is this supposed to come off...oh, it's okay, I've fixed it."

As I drove home I shook my head in disbelief.

I invited him in my parent's house, he sat on my bed as I changed out of my cardigan and...before I got my bra on he was there, looking over my shoulder, "I do hope that you'll behave better than this on our date tomorrow!"

He was about to touch me but he pulled his hand away again, "Are you still coming out with me tomorrow? I was sure I'd blown it..."

I turned to face him, "Have you ever had a girlfriend?"

He shook his head and swallowed hard.

"I've never had a boyfriend either, I guess we both have a lot to learn!"

He was staring at my tits and almost licking his lips.

"Look Johnny, do you want to get it out of your system?"

He looked shocked, I took both of his hands and after taking a deep breath, I placed his hands on my breasts. He winced in pain and I pulled his injured hand off my breast again. He wriggled his hand free of mine and placed it back on my breast. We stood toe to toe as he fondled my breasts, the first man ever to touch me, I was looking at his eyes, well, his forehead, he was just watching my tits jiggling in his hands. "Awkward! Wouldn't you rather kiss me than make me feel uncomfortable with you just leering at my tits?"

He blushed as he looked up into my eyes, then he grinned and he pressed his lips against mine. I counted to ten Mississippi's and then gave up, my first kiss with a man other than my dad, grand dad or Uncle Mike but I stopped kissing Uncle Mike on my fourteenth birthday when he slipped me his tongue in my mouth while I was in the kitchen when I went in to get more cake...mmmm, tongue, well, in for a penny, in for a watsername!

I parted my lips and felt Johnny stiffen, I flicked my tongue across the line of his lips and he pulled away, he didn't let go of my tits though, "Erm, sorry about that, am I supposed to..."

I grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face back, "No idea, just do what you feel..." Lip lock achieved, talking suspended. We kissed close for another five minute and I felt his lips relax, they parted but that was all, I let the tip of my tongue part his lips and stopped, we kissed like that, just swapping the tips of our tongues over from time to time.

I pulled my mouth away from his, "have you got over the whole 'Breast' thing yet?"

"Give me a few more..Erm...twenty or thirty years should do!"

"I've still got to get you to A&E, a hook isn't a good look for anyone but a pirate!"

I pulled away from him but even though my tits had fallen from his grasp his hands still looked like he was holding them. I slipped my arms into a clean bra, placed the cups over my breasts and turned my back on him, I looked over my shoulder at him, "Fasten it for me please!"

He reached for the two ends, "I thought that you girls were a dab hand at these things!"

"I think the best way to learn how to get a girl out of her bra is to learn how to lock her into one...if you go at it blind tomorrow you could end up strangling me!"

He laughed.

******

"Vicky, phone for you!"

I mouthed, "Who is it?"

Dad covered the mouthpiece, "Ron Clarke, our landlord asking for you."

"Hi Mr Clarke, what can I do for you?"

"I consider our contract fulfilled,. I'll drop the keys to your new flat off later on this morning!"

"Mr Clarke, are you trying to Welsh out of our deal?"

"No my dear, you went above and beyond our agreement yesterday and it wasn't orchestrated by me either, the boy did great, okay, you broke him a bit but he's almost humping the table leg now, he can't stop talking about you!"

"There's still the little matter of a makeover, a new outfit and a meal...posh nosh at the Odd Fellows Lodge!"

"Mason's Lodge, and I thought that you did what you did yesterday instead of getting tied up all day today!"

"No...no ulterior motive, yesterday was just a big accident that just happened and things just rolled along naturally."

My dad was looking confused, I covered the mouthpiece of the phone, "I'm getting the keys to a new flat this morning so I'll be out of your hair very soon."

I was listening to Ronald as I spoke to my dad still covering the mouthpiece, "Oh, he's sending his son Johnny over to take me to see the flat...with Johnny's run of bad luck, I could be dead by lunchtime! I'm going to have my makeover straight after viewing the flat, so I'll have to tell you all about it when I get back from the party tonight or in the morning if you're in bed by the time I get back!"

I stripped out of my nighty and had a quick shower, Ronald had told me that he'd pulled Johnny's leg a little about inviting a factory girl to a posh affaire, he'd told Johnny that he would have to take me to a dress shop and pay for everything I needed.

I told him, "You're a cruel sod Mr Clarke, your Johnny is so sweet and tries so hard to be kind..." He just laughed at me and told me the name of the shop where the clothes he'd picked out for me would be waiting in the changing room, he'd chosen everything for me right down to the handbag and shoes. He also told me the beauticians he'd booked my appointment at.

Johnny opened the door to the new flat in the Old Rectory, I was expecting cramped little bedsit but Johnny opened the door on spacious and elegant, massive living room, separate kitchen, large bathroom and a doorway through to a bedroom,. The bedroom was twelve feet by twelve, one hundred and forty-four square feet, the floor area I'd been told I'd be renting for my four hundred pounds a month.

"I can't possibly afford all this! What's the monthly rental?"

"I negotiated the same rent for you for this flat as you were going to pay for the bedsit!"

I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, "What strings are attached?"

"None at all!"

No...I believed Johnny, he was a genuinely nice guy, a little way up the autistics spectrum but his father, I wouldn't put it past his dear old dad to try to hustle a little extra rent 'In kind!'

"This is going to be your bedroom, can I be the first one to kiss you in your new bedroom?"

"I thought you said no strings attached!"

He looked mortified, "No...not like that...just like yesterday...in your old bedroom!"

"Sorry Johnny, just pulling your leg!"

We stood at the foot of the new double bed, still wrapped in its factory fitted condom to keep out the dirt in transit, we started out closed lips and stiff, relaxed into open lips and a little relaxed...tips of tongues playing in the lip area but Johnny's arms were still at his side's. I pulled my lips away, "You can touch...if you like!" Lips returned to locked position the tip of his tongue entering my lip zone, flicking over my teeth before retreating.

"Can we sit on your bed?"

I moved to the middle of my new bed, l sat and waited for him to join me. We kissed from first positions again but this time his left hand was on my T-shirt. I broke the kiss again, "How's your hand now?"

"The hospital gave me a shot up my bum but they said you'd done a great job of gluing my hand back together that all I needed was a course of antibiotics just in case of infection, they wished you'd used medical grade glue but what the hey! Gluing me together so quickly and so professionally means that I probably won't even have a scar when it heals."

We kissed for an hour but Johnny didn't try to go further than rubbing my breast through my bra and T-shirt. In the end I called time, I had to get all dolled up for the swanky do that evening.

Johnny drove to the dress shop, the dress his father had picked out for me was a 'one size fits all' creation, so I was surprised to see four of them hanging on the rack in the changing room, the black knickers, again, four pairs, were tie-sides, black and totally see through, again, why four pairs?

I opened the curtains to say something to Johnny and spotted Amy Pickersgill walking towards me. She put her hand on Johnny's shoulder and asked after his hand, quite motherly of her really...

Amy joined me in the changing room and while I was talking to Johnny, she stripped totally, I saw Johnny's eyes stand out on stalks, looked over my shoulder at Amy and closed the curtains. Amy dropped one of the dresses on the floor and stepped in the open neck, she squatted down, knees wide open and the obvious signs of recent sex oozing from her naked gash. She looked at me as I raised my eyebrows, "My Ronald just dropped me off, he can't keep..."

The curtains opened, two more women walked in. I reluctantly stripped off. The sleeping ginger Tom in my lap looking out of place in a sea of waxed and polished pubis.

"I'm Angel, Paul Clarke's...partner for tonight!"

Angel looked at my bush in disgust, as if no one had bothered sending me a copy of the dress code for this evening before she looked over to Amy, she raised her eyebrows in expectation, "Amy, I'm with Ronald!"

Angel looked taken aback, "I thought that Kelly was with Ron tonight!"

Amy giggled weakly, "Ronald Senior!" Amy exclaimed proudly.

Kelly gave Amy a dismissive look, "We've all been in that bed love..." Kelly looked at me, "...and you are?"

I smiled, "I'm very well, thanks for asking."

Amy gave a sigh, "She's Victoria, Johnny Clarke invited her to the party yesterday!"

Kelly shook her head, "Takes four days to get one of these dresses from London, they knew she was coming a week ago at least!"

Amy jumped to my defence, "I was with her yesterday when Johnny invited her...they knew Johnny would need a date for tonight, just took him a month to ask someone!"

The dresses were basically a leather and lace basque for a bodice with an attached wrap over chiffon skirt hanging down to just above ankle length. We all had to help each other to lace up the top of the dresses. The last lace was left a little looser, that lace was to pull the top of the basque over our breasts, covering our nipples, turning a flat shelf cup, into more a quarter cup and to stop our tits bouncing out of the cup of the basque as we walked along.

After pulling Kelly's stomach in as tight as she could, Angel patted Kelly's abdomen, "You'd better lay off the pudding tonight baby or you'll be paying for your own rent next year."

I looked at my reflection in the mirror, there was only one word on my lips as I looked at myself, 'Whore!'

Self support stockings were being passed around, "What about the knickers?"

Three women stopped pulling stockings into place and looked at me, Kelly said, "You're not planning on wearing those things are you?"

"What else is there?"

"Nothing...and...nothing is better than wearing those things, they always become targets for the men and half way through the dancing, they'll be around your ankles tripping you over. Much better to start out the evening commando from choice than end up that way and falling flat on your face to boot."

Once my legs were sheathed in nylon, I took another look in the mirror, 'No...still look like a whore!'

The next thing was the comedy shoes, actually, I shouldn't complain about them, Amy and I had actually built the soles into those shoes two days earlier, the steel fabricators had built the heels and instep, ranging from six inches high to eight and Amy and I had to build up the soles into platforms to match the heel length.

"Angel is the tallest...she gets the lowest shoes, then me, Vicky and Amy gets the tallest shoes."

We all lined up in the mirror, we were all exactly the same height in our custom built shoes, I took in the whole picture, I was the only one with a normal woman's body shape, I had a slightly rounded belly, according to Angel's rule of thumb, I'd always be paying my own rent. I had hips too and because of that, more of my right thigh was exposed as I stood looking at myself.

Angel struck a pose, "Look at me please, whenever we stand still, stand like this."

Chin high, back arched slightly forward, right leg turned out, knee bent slightly, a triangle of the dark nylon at the tops of our stocking peeping out of the wrap over gap. 'Okay, re-evaluation time, three whores and one Goddess...fuck I look great.'

I stepped out to show Johnny my dress, he jumped to his feet, "Fuck..."

"Stop...public place words please Johnny!"

He blushed, "Sorry, God you look...s..t..u..n..n..n..n..i..n..g!"

Johnny's trousers tented out as his tail started to wag and then the sales assistant came over with four ring boxes from the local jeweller's shop, she opened the first box, "Ronald!"

Amy came out and looked at the fine gold ankle chain with an engraved heart clasp, "I think that one's for Kelly."

The sales assistant knelt at Kelly's feet, she wrapped the chain around Kelly's right ankle, the engraved heart clasp hanging on the outside where 'Ronald' could just be read. Angel had the chain with Paul on the clasp, I had Johnny's name on my ankle and Amy's chain was just slightly heavier and Ronald's name was more decorously engraved. Amy crouched at my side and removed my ankle chain from my right ankle and refastened it around my left ankle, "Slight change in plans ladies, just the three of us working tonight, so we'll all have to pull extra hard!"

We crossed the precinct to the beautician's shop and took up four seats. My hair was like wire wool and far shorter than the three blonds. My hair was relaxed to within an inch of its life and then fake hair was woven in with my natural hair so that we had the same length of hair and then they called in an ice cream man to whip our hair to look like our heads were cornets, the only thing missing was the chocolate flake jammed in at the side of our heads. Once the beauticians were finished with us we all looked exactly the same...apart from three silvers and my one gold head of hair.

As we walked from the beauticians to the Masonic Lodge, people were stopping in the street to photograph us on their mobile phones, as if we were famous.

*******

"Right, you all know what to do, we rehearsed this last week...sorry Vicky, the other three girls all have roles..."

Kelly butted in, "Ronald, we could do with Vicky in the stranger's room, keep the pledges calm before they're called out!"

"Good idea Kelly love..." Johnny's father turned to me, "...will you do that for us please Vicky, I'll give you the running order, while one pledge is being initiated into membership, could you root out the next on the list and move him close to the door, I'll call out his name, you bring him to the open door, the Sergeant at Arms will block his path, ask who he is, you say 'I escort pledge, his last name', he'll be allowed to pass and you hand him to Kelly to bring up to me on the rostrum, you go and find the next pledge. All clear?"

I nodded my head.

Johnny bustled up with his dinner jacket on, frilly dress shirt and his bow tie dangling unfastened, he bee-lined for me, "Help...please my dad will kill me if he sees me with my tie undone, he's already tied it once for me."

I dragged him into a passageway; his father had already seen him with his tie hanging down. As I fussed the bow back into shape I said, "If your father tied the tie already, how come it's undone now?"

"My collar is too tight, I was pulling...poking my finger...you know...". His index finger reached to pull at his collar away from his neck, "...like this!"

"Stop!"

The end of his freshly tied bow was snagged on the underside of his cufflink, I managed to free it, there was a fault in just one cufflink in his right cuff so I swapped the cufflinks over just as his father was walking through, Johnny was caught giving me a thank you kiss, "Can you two leave each other alone for five minutes please, you can do what you like after the meal!"

The Great Hall filled with all the most powerful people from Northamptonshire, my boss, Mr Benson was there and I saw him talking to two of our biggest customers, I wasn't really paying attention when there was a sudden flurry at activity, "Strangers at the door, Sergeant at Arms...Sergeant at Arms!"

The Sergeant at Arms used his heavy mace to bar the now open doorway to the strangers meeting room, pushing the ten pledges back into the stranger's room. I wandered over to the open door and pushed the ten man squall a little further back, I had a printed list on a table, I walked over to it.

"Appleton...Mark Appleton!"

A thirty something lifted a finger, I walked over to him, I slipped my right hand inside his left arm and guided him closer to the door, "How're you feeling?"

"Shifting myself...sorry, was it...okay...buggerations, I'll screw up the rituals...I know I will!"

I pressed my lips against his and he instantly calmed down, the tip of my nose was touching his as I whispered, "Don't worry, you'll be fine!"

"Prospect Appleton, approach and be judged!"

I eased Mark to the door and the heavy mace barred our path, "Who dares approach the Great Hall?"

'Shit, what was I supposed to say...I walked slowly...think, think damned it woman!'

"The Grand Masters escort with prospect Appleton!"

The mace lifted like a level crossing barrier and I guided Mark into the Great Hall, I handed him over to Kelly before backing out of the room with a respectful bow.

I'd looked to Johnny's dad, he looked reasonably pleased with my performance so I heaved a sigh of relief.

"Baker, John Baker!"

"Yes Miss!"

'We're not at school John!'

I approached John Baker in the same way as I'd done with Mark, he was shitting a brick, just the way that Mark was, I kissed him, pressed my nose against his and spoke comforting words to him.

Ten pledges, ten kisses, ten repeats of my act...my performance and the ritual side of the evening was over. The grand Master wanted a photograph with all four of what were now called by everyone, the Grand Masters Escorts!

We all posed, standing the way that Kelly had instructed us to stand, two of us on each side of the Grand Master. There were several more pictures of us jointly and severally with all of the officers of the lodge before we followed the Grand Master through to the dining room.

I was half way along the second table, Amy was on the top table with Johnny's father. Johnny was on my right, Dan Patterson of Patterson Packaging was on my left, his wife was on his left and three seats away from him was Johnny's eldest brother Ron and Kelly at the end closest to the top table.

I headed off an accident by reaching over and lifting Johnny's jacket sleeve away from the butter dish, his father was watching and shaking his head. Dan Patterson leaned in and whispered in my ear, as he patted my thigh, "Would you like to have a private dance with me in my office upstairs after dinner my dear?"

I looked sideways at Johnny to see if he'd heard, Johnny was talking to the woman on his right and conducting the orchestra with his knife...or so it seemed, I reached over again and pushed his water glass a little further away from him, just as his knife slashed the free-space that had been glass and water moments earlier.

I looked past Dan to his wife before kissing Dan's right ear and whispering, "Mr Clarke Senior has paid for all of our time until eight AM, after that, I'm open to negotiation, my left hand was now on top of his right hand and I was squeezing it encouragingly as he rubbed towards my pussy but I didn't stop him. I was looking at Johnny's father as Dan's hand got closer to my covered pussy, Dan had passed the pinch point that was the end of my stockings and there was now only chiffon between my thighs and his hand.

Dan suddenly shuddered and he looked into his lap before dropping his napkin over his erection and the spreading patch of damp radiating out from its tip...he'd cum in his pants, just from feeling me up.

"Dan...Dan, are you okay darling?"

My lips curled into a smile at the effect that my acting had on my one man audiance.

While we were waiting for the sweet Johnny was waving his desert fork around as he talked to me, I emptied his hand after dodging the prongs of his fork three times but he was still fidgeting so I filled his left hand with something else, my right thigh, not through the chiffon layer, I placed his hand on my stocking covered thigh, under the chiffon skirting of my dress.

I looked over at Johnny's father, he could see from the position of Johnny's left arm that he was playing with me under the table now rather than above it. Johnny gestured with his head across the table, I looked at the man opposite, "Sorry, did you say something?"

"I just asked where you worked."

I looked over to the third table, my boss was sitting with his back to us, "I'm a leather trimmer at Benson's Shoe Factory!"

He looked shocked and then looked over at Amy and Johnny's father, "Ronald Clarke tells me that leather trimmers have incredible strength in their right hands, do you work with Amy?"

I nodded my head, to my right I heard, "Do you have a passport with at least six months to run?"

I looked at Johnny, "Yes."

Another question came at me from the man across the table, "How come you got involved in this Escort kind of thing then?"

"Sorry, I don't understand the question!"

"I mean, you have a well paying job, a skill, so to speak, how did you get into this?"

He gestured at my costume and then around the room, "How does a month in Greece at my mother's villa sound to you?"

I looked back at Johnny, "What?"

"For our honeymoon, a month in Greece, I can get a special licence on Monday, we can get married on Saturday, be in Greece by Sunday!"

I looked back across the table, "Erm...Johnny invited me as his guest."

I turned my attention back to Johnny and whispered, "I hope you're joking mate!"

Johnny's wandering hand slipped off of my stocking top and onto the three inches of bare flesh at the top of my thigh, the exact point that Dan had spilled his beans a few minutes earlier.

"Johnny's never mentioned having a girlfriend before, when and where did you meet?"

I smiled across the table but before I could say anything, Johnny said, "We can get married in the village Catholic Church or wherever you want if you don't like the Catholic Church!"

I took a deep breath and answered the man across the table, "I've known him all my life, well, seen him around the village that is, we first spoke on Tuesday, four days ago, then he delivered some heavy plant to Benson's Factory yesterday, and he had an accident, he invited me to come tonight while I was gluing his hand back together."

Johnny showed the man his palm, the red line that was stitching together nicely thanks to my quick thinking.

"Doesn't even have to be a church, a registry office will do for me!"

I was red faced and flustered, I looked at Ronald Senior for help but, obviously, he had no idea what was going on.

I turned back to Johnny, "Look Johnny, don't get upset but we've only known each other for four days, you can't ask me to marry you after just four days!"

"So, you've only known Johnny for...like...four days and he managed to talk you into dressing like...that...in public for him?"

"My mum and dad had only known each other for eight days when they got married."

I was just about to be a little rude to the man opposite me when chocolate was pushed in front of me. The waiter got a good look at my bare upper thigh and where Johnny's hand was. I dug my fork into the sticky chocolate desert and pushed a quarter of it in my mouth in one go. As the second fork full was disappearing from view, I looked round, Amy was just pushing her sweet around on her plate without letting it touch her lips, Kelly and Angel were doing the same. I stopped momentarily, thought about it, then finished off my sweet on the third mouthful.

I turned to Johnny, "Greece is too hot for me...you know, ginger hair, alabaster skin freckles...I'd be crispy bacon after thirty minutes in Greece, so, no to the honeymoon and no to even going there on holiday!"

"How about the first week in November, Greece is cooler then, about like a normal English summer but don't make me wait any longer please, I'll explode!"

I opened my mouth but was stopped by the sound of a knife tapping on crystal, "Gentlemen, that concludes our meal, all that's left is to toast and salute our special ladies for bringing such glamour and elegance to our members initiation ceremony..." All the men stood, raised their glasses to us ladies, "...thank you ladies and may we have your company for many more years to come!"

The toast was repeated by all the men in the room as they raised their glasses to us.

"Ladies and fellow Masons, I'd like to make a break from tradition, instead of leading you all back into the Great Hall with my wife on my arm for the dancing, I quite like the idea of the Grand Master's Escort leading us out."

There was a round of applause, Amy stood up and moved from Ron's side to slip her right hand into the crook of the Grand Master's left arm, Angel stood at the same time as Kelly, this had also been rehearsed before today, Kelly slipped her left hand in the crook of the Grand Master's right arm so the two youngest girls were linking arms with the Grand Master, I was left sitting blinking my eyes in confusion, Kelly looked at me, jerked her head to get me to stand and link my left arm in her right, Angel was holding back so that she linked arms with Amy at the moment that I linked mine with Kelly.

Johnny's father helped the Grand Master's wife up and slipped into line ahead of the Master and his wife, Dan gasped, much in the same way he did when he filled his pants earlier, Ron had just made a power play on the Master, that wouldn't go unnoticed at election time, two weeks later, nor would the sight of four nymphets flashing a lot of thigh as we walked through the dining room on the Grand Master's arm.

As we walked past everyone they fell in behind us in order of seniority, the three Clark brothers had no ladies to escort now so they walked together. As we passed through the massive doorway into the Great Hall I heard the Grand Master ask, "So which of you delightful young ladies will be coming to my office with me after the first dance?"

Amy giggled, "Me, or Kelly, we thought that you might like us as we're the youngest...or...both of us together if you'd prefer...Victoria is the only one not on offer. You could take all three of us up together if you want an extra kick!"

'I'm not in the least bit insulted AMY, just because at twenty-one, I'm the oldest...and the only virgin out of the four of us...'

The Grand Master danced the first dance with his wife, they were alone on the floor for the first eight bars, Johnny had slipped his arm around my back as his Father and Amy slipped into the floor to dance at the side of the Grand Master, again, Ron had usurped the Master Mason who joined the floor with his wife third.

Johnny was thirtieth, after his brothers. It was hard to dance with stepladders on my feet instead of dancing pumps but we made a reasonable attempt at the waltz. As the orchestra started the second dance, I was surprised that the Grand Master asked me to dance with him. As we stomped out a mean Fox Trot he kissed my cheek and said, "Pity that your anklet shows me that you're not a professional my dear, I'd have chosen you over the younger three every time."

I saw his wife dancing with the Master but her eyes never left her husband and me all dance long. The third dance was a Gay Gordon, the man I'd been talking to across the table stepped in before Johnny could get back to me. "Peter Westhouse, I know you didn't ask, I own the Cooker shop on Kettering's High Street, I give very good discounts to close friends, Kelly got a multi-fuel, built in oven and an induction hob for an afternoons 'Entertainment!' I think she had a lot of fun earning her one hundred percent discount too!"

Just before I could respond the music stopped and Johnny and his eldest brother had a foot race, Johnny started the next dance with me, "Where's your father?"

"I saw him with the Grand Master's wife, they went towards the stairs, there are offices up there and a store room...why?"

"I was supposed to have this dance with him!"

"I'm glad he pissed off then..."

"Shhhhhh! Inside voice please Johnny!"

"So, do you want to come with me to pick your own engagement ring, do you want me to surprise you with one or would you rather have an antique family heirloom?"

"Johnny, you can't keep going on about wanting to marry me, this isn't the right time or place and far too soon!"

Johnny's brother Ron cut in, he waltzed me off across the dancefloor, even though the dance was more of a quickstep.

"My little brother's madly in love with you!"

"He's mad, I know that much! Just look at him, he's just cleared off a table full of glasses with his coat tail and now he'll cut himself again, he's bound too!"

"Don't worry; look, Paul's there, we've been looking after him for thirty years..."

"He keeps asking me to marry him!"

"...I know, I told him it was too soon, I even made him take the ring back to the jeweller's shop this morning!"

"What ring?"

"The engagement ring he bought for you yesterday! I told him that the stone was too big and that most girls these days want to choose their own engagement rings."

I went almost into auto pilot, my feet were following Ron's waltz steps to the much quicker tempo of the quickstep, Johnny was as mad as a kipper, he had a boyish charm, an almost infantile innocence, a disregard for what he said that was bordering on Tourette's Syndrome. The thing was though, with all of his many faults, I actually liked him a lot.

I saw Johnny talking to Dan Patterson, he suddenly looked confident, self assured, Johnny really was in his element.

"Are you still with me Vicky?"

"I'm sorry Ron, what did you say?"

"I said, when Johnny told dad at breakfast that he was going to marry you, the first thing dad did was order me and Paul to stay away from you..."

I butted in, "You're not doing a very good job of staying away from me are you?"

"...as in sexually, we were ordered not to try and fuck you!"

A shiver ran through my body at those words, I suddenly saw how a few words under the right circumstances could make a man like Dan Patterson climax with no physical contact with his cock at all, I was on the ragged edge of an orgasm with no stimulus at all, not even knickers to blame for rubbing...

"You were put out of bounds to me and Paul...and my dad phoned Kelly and told her not to include you in today's main event!"

My knees went weak, I'd tipped over the edge, it was only a petite orgasm but it was there, shivering through my body, "You mean that before this morning I was meant to be up stairs with Kelly, Angel and Amy...with the Grand Master...fucking him?"

Ron nodded his head, "Not just the Grand Master, there are fifty names on the list!" I saw his father walking down the main staircase, his waistcoat was open and his bow tie was missing. Five steps behind Johnny's father on the stairs was a slightly dishevelled Mrs Grand Master walking on unsteady legs, I saw Ron's mouth curl into a smile as he muttered, "My dad's a pro, he's fucked Charley's wife in his office while her old man was screwing the girls right across the hall, just to stop her wondering what Charley was up too."

"Won't she wonder where her husband is now that your father has finished...Erm...entertaining her?"

"Charley came down the servant's stairs two minutes ago!"

I spotted the Grand Master sending three men up the back stairs, "Where are Kelly, Angel and Amy now?"

"Kelly has room five, Angel is in the large store room and Amy will be using my dad's office, they'll turn the men around about one every fifteen minutes, only twelve men an hour, we needed you in room nine to make it sixteen men an hour, every one that had their name on the entertainment list would have been happy by eleven thirty, that's the deadline for parties here, zoning issues for this building."

My orgasm heightened to about as strong as I would usually take myself if I needed relief and still, nothing close to actually touching between my legs.

I danced with four more men and each one asked me to go up to look at the artworks in room nine with him. I was frustrated, I left the floor to sit in a corner on my own for one dance, I'd watched a constant stream of men climbing the back stairs and returning, ten to twenty minutes later looking totally relaxed as they sauntered down the main staircase to rejoin their wives.

A hand touched my arm, "Thank you for your kind offer but I don't wish to see the Rembrandt hanging in room nine!"

"You wouldn't have seen the Ruben, not Rembrandt, all you would have seen would have been the gilded ceiling over the desk or the Chinese rug, under the desk, depending which hole your customer had chosen!"

"Oh, Mr Clarke, sorry, being hit on gets a bit wearing...if you're looking for Johnny, he's...sorry, he was talking to Dan Patterson by the bar a moment ago."

"I've already had a word with him, He was doing a bit of business, he did very well too, about fifty thousand pounds worth of work, not a huge profit but it'll keep our crew working for a month. I sent Dan up to play with my Amy and told Johnny to fetch his car around the front to take you home, some of the men are getting desperate, it looks like five or six will go home with blue balls, so better you get off home before it turns into a bun-fight."

Ronald laughed, "I'm even pimping some of the new member's wives out to take up a little slack."

Ron took my hand in the crook of his arm and guided me to the front entrance...exit...well, the main door, he held me back, pushed me against the wall inside the entrance and kissed me on the lips, "Thanks for Johnny, you've given me back my pride in him, and please let him down gently when you're fed up with him!"

I stopped, "He's pestering me to marry him already!"

"Be firm; say no, don't lead him on. If he has any of my genes in him he'll win! I married his mother just eight days after meeting her..."

"I know, Johnny told me at dinner!"

"...my eldest came along two hundred and eighty days later!"

Johnny's father kissed me again, no fatherly peck, deep tongue, his right hand full of my left buttock and his left hand lifting my right breast, I heard Johnny's car at fifty Mississippi's and pulled away from his father at one hundred.

I had a lot to ponder, I sat quietly in Johnny's car for the ride home, 'Men are like busses, kiss three in twenty-one years and then twenty-one men in three hours...twenty-two, forgot Johnny's father, the best kisser of them all'.

I rubbed my hand over my right breast, Johnny's father had almost lifted it clear of my dress as he kissed me passionately behind the doorway of the Masonic Lodge, he'd grabbed my arse through the micro fine black chiffon skirting to my dress, so he was in no doubt that I wasn't wearing any knickers under it. Johnny had fondled my tits yesterday, that was nice, lovely in fact but his father's fondle behind the main door; that was knicker drenchingly exciting. My mind wandered back...back...back seven years to the only other man to have fondled my right breast.

My Uncle Mike had made a quick grab for it at my fourteenth birthday party, a kiss, with tongue, so no quick peck.

My eyes lost focus as we weaved around the one-way system, I was fourteen years old again, disappointed that my Uncle Mike had been caught up in traffic and wouldn't make my party...such as it was, just a special tea really with a bunch of elderly relatives. That's right, Mike wasn't there...so did I imagine...

******

I heard my mother's voice in my head, "You can't wait for your Uncle any longer, shower and straight to bed, wash that make-up off too, you can't have it on at school tomorrow!"

That's right, I'd felt so grown up, my first make-up, my first party dress that emphasised my new breasts, I was the biggest girl in my year at school, my mother had given me a present from her brother, she said he'd dropped it off the last time he came so that my mother could give it to me when she woke me up and I could wear it as soon as I got dressed, "Don't let your dad see it, I'll wash it separately, don't put it in the laundry basket!"

A secret between me, my mum and her brother Mike. It was a matching set, a 'Cross your Heart' bra in fire engine red and very lacy knickers, very skimpy...or they were, my dad set them on the fire, I remembered that much.

I had changed into my nighty, so I'd had my shower, I wanted a slice of my birthday cake to snack on in my bedroom, I must have sneaked down to the kitchen and Mike grabbed me there...no, it's been too long, he didn't grab me in the kitchen, we were in my bedroom...

I do remember earlier, I'd gone around all of my girl friends to show off my make-up and flash my adult underwear...we talked about boys, I never remembered talking about boys with my girlfriends before, Annabelle told me that Callum loved my tits and he would cum in his shorts if he ever saw me in my new bra...I don't remember ever talking to Annabelle ever again...or Callum for that matter.

Something happened that sent me into my shell, I lived the next seven years through books, I had been going to a co-ed school and after my birthday I was in a girl's only school attached to the convent!

We stopped at traffic lights, I looked over at Johnny, we exchanged smiles, "You're quiet!"

"Just thinking...the guy behind is hooting at you because the lights have changed..."

I did change, I had been outgoing and adventurous before my fourteenth birthday...so what the hell happened?

Changed, I was in my nighty, it was hot, every window in the house was open, all I had on as my nighty, my present from my favourite uncle was under my pillow, my mother was going to wash it for me while I was at school and my father was at work, my mother had come into my room, she had picked my new knickers and bra up off the floor, she felt how wet they were around the gusset, she smiled at me, "Pity Mike didn't get here in time to see you wearing his present, here, pop them under your pillow until tomorrow and I'll wash them while I'm in on my own."

I wasn't hungry, I was asleep, my alarm clock said ten o'clock, my mother rushed in, something had woken me moments before.

"Quick, get changed, your uncle has finally made it."

Mum pulled my nighty off and hurried me into my new bra and panty set, Mike had cake, a slice from my birthday cake...it was so hard to pull the last few fragments of reality through the mists of time. Another red light, I smiled at Johnny, red, of course...

I wasn't in the kitchen hunting cakes I wasn't in my nighty, my mother had stripped me off and was rushing to get my knickers up my legs, Mike was eating my cake, he was leaning against my bedroom door looking at my naked body from behind and eating cake.

My mother pulled me off my bed, "You'll have to be quick, Fred won't be down the pub for long, not tonight!"

I was pushed in front of Mike, he kissed me and his left hand cupped under my right breast, lifting its weight, lifting it clear of the bra's cup that had been holding it. His tongue snaked into my mouth; I could taste my birthday cake on it. His tongue felt so long that it seemed to reach my tonsils.

I felt Johnny's hand on my thigh, he sent a shiver through my body, excitement from the real life stimulation, more excitement though from seven year old memories, clogged up in the 'U' bend of my life but now clearing as I forced mental 'Drâno' through the pipe work in my head.

My mother was making a present of her fourteen year old daughter to her brother and from his reaction to seeing me wearing my birthday underwear, he hadn't bought it for me at all.

"Hurry up Mike, you're making a meal out of it."

"Are you sure I can't make her pregnant?"

Mike was pulling my bra off, "No, she's due to come on her period, either tonight or by lunchtime tomorrow." Mike's tongue was back in my mouth, his left hand still busy with my right tit, his right hand now slipping down inside my knickers, fingers curling into my open gash. Mother looked towards the Black Swan again. The Black Swan was my father's second home, he and my mother didn't get on very well, they fought all the time so my father usually absented himself at the Black Swan.

Funnily enough, that was the first time I'd remembered that, they didn't fight at all in the past seven years, mind you, they lived mainly separate lives, they had separate bedrooms and never showed any signs of affection...bingo... that's why I was like I was, no role-model at home, I was moved from my co-ed school to the convent school of the 'Blessed Lesbians' within a week of my birthday. There was something else, more painful to remember, still hiding from my grasp. Something about burning knickers.

We stopped outside my house, "Can I come in with you?"

"I don't think my dad could handle it if I took you in!"

"Your flat?"

"Has a bed, no bedding though, nothing else in it either."

Johnny was starting to look desperate, "What about my place?"

"You mean the farm?"

"Yes!"

I leaned across and kissed him, "Sod it, why not, this is the first day of a brand new life, take me!!!"

As Johnny weaved the roads from my parent's house to the farm, I drifted off again. There was a problem at the Black Swan, my dad was saying that the Swan had run out of beer so he'd been forced to use the Three Feathers at the other end of the village. He was talking to my mother as he opened the living room door, I was on the sofa, lying on my back, Uncle Mike was naked, I had his cock in my hand, my mother was looking the wrong way, I still had birthday flavoured tongue in my mouth...There was a fight, Mike's face was bloody, there was a mountain of blood, I remembered my mother had told Mike to keep the dark blue towel under my bum to keep my blood off of the sofa so, was the pain my pain, was some of the blood, my blood?

"We're here Vicky, have you changed your mind?"

"No...no, not at all, would it be a problem for you if I wasn't a virgin?"

Johnny shook his head, my dad gave Ron and Paul a sliver of fresh calves liver to mark the sheets when they got married, he'll do the same for us as well, just in case.

"No, I mean now...not some point in an imaginary future."

I was naked within two paces of walking through the front door of the farm, I looked back at the leather and chiffon carapace on the front door mat, I was like a butterfly that head just emerged from its chrysalis.

"What about your mother?"

"She's in her villa in Greece. She never hangs around here when there is a formal function at the lodge."

We fell onto Johnny's bed, both totally naked, we explored each other's bodies for an hour, I'd manoeuvred my body so that I was on my back, my legs open, I'd pulled Johnny into position and was fighting him to get his cock into my hole, if I'd already lost my virginity to my Uncle Mike, there was no point in holding back but Johnny was fighting me off.

There were the sounds of cars in front of the house, We both climbed off the bed to look, Johnny's father was in the lead car with Amy at his side, Johnny pointed out his brothers, they had driven down the side of the farm house out of the way. "Who's in the other cars?"

"The men who didn't get a turn with the girls back at the lodge, they always leave the single men until last and if they run out of time, they bring them back here with the girls to finish off!"

We were stood by the bedroom window, watching the five men standing around looking sheepish. Amy kissed Johnny's dad and then walked over to the oldest of the five men, she kissed him and took his hand to lead him into the farm house, Angel and Kelly walked from the side of the building where Ron Jr. and Paul had parked. Angel let Kelly choose her first partner from the four remaining men, "You're younger, you can take first pickings."

Johnny laughed, I looked at him, "What's so funny?"

"Angel's only three months older than Kelly, Angel has only just turned eighteen in the last week and here's Angel playing the age card."

"How come no one has picked up on the fact that there are two girls that are working as prostitutes instead of going to school when they aren't old enough to leave school yet?"

"You know the reason, the same reason that Amy isn't in school, they all have a place on a recognised apprenticeship. I think Amy really likes her job with you so she turns up every day, I think Angel and Kelly just go often enough to keep their places. The employers don't care, the government pay their wages and they give their bosses a little on the side so no one will report them."

"Are you saying that Amy lets Mr Benson fuck her?"

Johnny laughed, "Not before today she didn't but once he saw her working at the lodge, he'll be sniffing around her from next week on, I'm sure of it."

Kelly chose the youngest looking man and walked off with him hand in hand, Angel chose the tallest of the men that were left. Johnny's father guided the last two men into the house to wait for their turn.

Johnny put his left arm over my shoulder, I was holding his cock in my right hand as we looked on, standing side by side.

"Pity the house is suddenly full, I was going to ask if you had anything to drink, all I had at the function was water."

"That's all I had because I was driving."

"Johnny, I wouldn't have allowed you to drink alcohol, you're dangerous enough stone cold sober.

"I know that I made you mad at me earlier for going on about this, I'm just going to ask one more time and then I won't mention it again until next year's new member's function. Will you do me the honour of being my wife?

I leaned in and kissed his cheek, my brain said no but what I heard as I kissed around to his ear was, "Yes!"

Johnny started jumping up and down, as I was still holding his cock in my hand, it was a bit like I was masturbating him as the bedroom door opened and his father walked in holding my dress.

"Well, I think I can safely say that I'm surprised, I never expected this!"

"Dad, she said yes!"

My dress was dropped to the floor as Johnny's father rushed in to shake his son's hand, to congratulate him and then to grapple me away from his son to hug me and kiss me...now, it didn't enter my head as out of the ordinary that Johnny and I were both totally naked and my right hand was holding on tightly to his cock as his father hugged and kissed me.

Ronald stepped back and looked down my body, "A good thing that you're not shy if you're marrying into this family Vicky, and if you're not shy around strangers...well, I was going to ask you to pop your dress on again and entertain my guests for half an hour until their rides are ready...but, could I ask you to entertain them dressed like this, I can promise you that no one will try to fuck you...not tonight anyway!"

I looked nervously at Johnny, not nervous about the question but about Johnny's possible reaction. He just smiled at me and nodded his head, "It's up to you, the guys will get a kick out of you being naked but they'll be happy if you're wearing your dress as well.

I guess I was riding on a wave of euphoria really, my memory block was all but gone, my anti-boy personality turned out to be an imposed construction...imposed on me by my father, rather than by myself. After seven years of being told to wear a dressing gown over my nighty before I left my bedroom or the bathroom, being told not to walk around the house in my bra and knickers by my father. Even one time, while sunbathing in the back garden in my bikini top and shorts, I was told to put my dressing gown on before entering the house.

Johnny dressed while I was taken by his father to the living room to serve drinks and nibbles to the five men waiting for Amy, Kelly and Angel to finish their three customers off in three of the bedrooms.

Music was added to the room and illumination reduced. After I'd handed out the various cocktails that Ronald Senior had mixed and had put out bowls of nibbles, Paul told me to dance with someone, now this would be a test of the new me, just being ogled by five men in the nude was one thing but getting in close enough to dance with a stranger was another thing all together. I recognised Guy Cooper, he was one of the ten men that I'd pushed through the door into 'Mason-hood' earlier, I'd kissed him once already that evening so I took a deep breath and asked him if he'd like to dance with me.

Johnny walked in the room and he grinned at the awkward way that I'd approached Guy. As Guy and I danced across the living room towards the darkest corner of the room I felt his erection pressing into my belly, I looked for Johnny to see how he was taking my dancing, he was telling his brothers that I'd agreed to marry him, I watched a massive display of affection between the brothers.

"I said, does the ankle chain being on your left ankle have any significance."

"I'm sorry Guy, I was a little distracted, Johnny's just told his brothers that I've agreed to marry him!"

Guy pulled his cock head out of my abdomen, his still trousered cockhead I might add. "Should we really be dancing like this then...if you've just agreed to marry him, shouldn't you be with him...or, at least dressed?"

"I'm not sure, I think that having their chains on their right ankles do denote that Amy, Kelly and Angel are prostitutes, I'm sure that the left ankle says that I'm owned by Johnny and so off limits sexually! But, to be honest, I'm new to everything to do with sex."

For the next two minutes we danced with a clearance between our bodies and Guy was about to just walk away when the track playing ended but I stopped him, I pulled him into me and kissed him before saying, "Thank you for the dance Guy."

I looked for my second dance partner; he was in a huddle with the whole of the Clarke family in the opposite corner of the room. I met him in the middle of the room, he introduced himself as Sam Walker, he was a partner in a law firm. I noticed that was a common theme with Masons, name and business were the most important things, who they were and what service they could offer each other.

I was pulled hard against Sam's body, he was already hard and as we danced he made a point of reading my body like I was a Brail book. This time the dancing was very much secondary to the kissing and we had a three minutes and fifty second snog as we moved to the rhythm of the song playing on the music system.

Guy came back to me for a second dance and as he took me in his arms he said, "I was very worried about dancing with you when you told me you'd just become engaged to a brother mason, especially as I've only been a mason for five hours and the first rule of masonry is to never do anything to harm another mason.

I felt Guy's cock pressing into my belly again and he punctuated his monologue with a passionate kiss.

I danced for thirty minutes, swapping and changing between Guy and Sam, it seemed strange to me that Johnny, Paul, Ron and Ronald were all happy to just stand on the sidelines watching me dancing with just the two men waiting for their fuck and not wanting to butt in and dance with me.

I saw the older mason that had been chosen by Amy earlier, he walked into the room with his jacket, waistcoat and tie over his arm and the front of his shirt was half open, I was dancing with Sam when the old man walked in, Ronald gestured to me to dance Sam over to him.

"Vicky, can you escort Sam to Amy's bedroom please, she's in the room just past Johnny's bedroom on the other side of the passage."

Another shiver ran through my body, Sam had touched almost every part of my body in front of five other men, it crossed my mind that once we were out of the room he might want to do more and that thought really excited me.

The highly charged sexuality of the dance was replaced with a vicarage tea party atmosphere. I almost laughed as Sam was telling me to call him if I ever needed a lawyer, he had an office on the High Street, "Call in for a coffee if you're ever passing and at a loose end, I'd love to show you my place!"

Okay, the way he raised his eyebrows twice and grinned as he said 'His place' made me think that perhaps it wasn't quite the vicarage tea party chat I thought it was.

Amy's bedroom door was wide open, she was still on the bed, flat on her back with her legs open, knees raised slightly. I'd intended on pushing Sam through the bedroom door and returning to the living room but Sam didn't let go of my arm, I was pulled into the room. Amy looked over at me, "Can you undress him for me please Vicky?"

You know that shiver I had earlier, the anticipation of what might happen on the walk to Amy's bedroom and the disappointment that the flame of sexuality had sputtered out as we talked on the long walk to the bedrooms, well, it jumped back so violently that I almost peed myself.

It felt so erotic as I pulled at the ends of Sam's bow tie to open the bow and I pulled it out from under his collar slowly as his hands rubbed over my breasts. We kissed as I slowly unfastened all of the buttons down the front of his shirt. Amy lay on the bed watching me work and smiling at me, after six months of Amy doing little jobs for me at Benson's Shoes as my apprentice, now, here I was doing a little job for her and she was in charge.

As I pulled his shirt out of the waistband of his trousers shoes crossed my mind, if I took his trousers off before his shoes there could be a problem so I pulled my mouth away from his and I knelt on the floor in front of him, I untied his shoe laces and pulled them off, then I did his socks and popped them inside his shoes. I remained on my knees and started opening his belt, I caught a movement in the open doorway but resisted the urge to look over to see who was standing there watching us, Sam was looking towards the door and if he was happy that someone was there then so was I.

I pulled his zip down before I unclipped his waistband, I pulled his trousers and underpants down together and he rested his hands on my shoulders to steady himself as I helped his feet out of his trousers. His cock was big and so hard that the blood filling it had made it look almost black. He had a boomerang of a cock, it bent like a banana so that his cock head was pressing against his abdomen, it looked like a carrying handle on a suitcase. He'd been so excited for so long that his underpants were soaked in his pre-cum and I could see a stream of it trickling down his cock shaft.

"Vicky darling, could you do me one last little favour before you go, can you roll a condom on him for me please?"

Amy tossed me a foil wrapped condom. A little voice in my head said, 'Find the nick in the end of the foil, hold both sides of the weak point and pull apart carefully.' Well, that took me by surprise, the convent never mentioned condoms...well, they wouldn't would they...so where the hell did I hear about condoms and what to do with them.

Biology room...sorry, laboratory, the only lesson in the mixed comprehensive school I went to between eleven and thirteen that wasn't mixed, the girls from class five joined us with Miss Rouse and the boys from our class went into the general science lab with the boys from class five with Mr Jones. Sex education was a single sex lesson.

Broom handles had been cut into nine inch long sticks mounted into a circular holder, they didn't look much like a man's dick but an eye had been drawn on to show where the semen would leave the cock had it been a real one. We were all given a foil wrapped condom and even down to the safe way to open the foil wrapper was explained in detail.

"Pinch the teat at the end of the condom and place it over the eye at the end of the male member. Roll the condom down carefully, don't rush, remember that if you stress the latex it's effective life is reduced. From insertion, a condom has a life expectancy of thirty minutes, if you graze the sheath with your nail as you roll it down and it will be more like fifteen minutes or less."

We were told to make sure that the teat was over the eye on the cockhead as it was designed to accommodate the semen after ejaculation, again, it was all down to reducing stressing the latex as much as possible.

"Miss, what happens if the man hasn't finished off after thirty minutes?"

The room was in uproar, one of the class five girls said, "If he's been doing you for thirty minutes and not cum, marry his arse and don't worry about a condom."

"That's sterling advice Dawn but the correct answer is, after thirty minutes, stop your partner and remove the condom, roll a fresh condom down his member and start again but a second condom will only be safe for twenty-five minutes and if a third is needed it will only be safe for twenty minutes and so on."

A girl said that a condom wouldn't be any good for her boyfriend as he was far fatter than our broom handle models. The visual display was placed on the teacher's table, it was a huge phallus that was used in the human reproduction system, it could be pulled into two halves to show the internal pipe work of cock and balls. The girl with the big boyfriend was called out to the front of the class and told to put a condom on the model, I take it that the visual aid of the male member is larger than your boyfriend!"

There was a nod of the girls head and she still managed to roll the condom down the fake cock but it didn't reach as far down the length of the massive cock as it would have reached on a normal sized one.

"Right girls, look at the model on my desk, see how much it can stretch...can anyone think what effect a member of this size would have on the life expectancy of a condom...anyone?"

"Mary, what do you think?"

"About fifteen minutes Miss!"

"Very good Mary, I would be happy to risk a condom stretched like this for fifteen minutes but definitely not twenty minutes."

I came back from my memories of the school sex education lessons, I had the teat pinched between my thumb and forefinger and was holding it, with difficulty, over the vent from Sam's balls and I rolled the condom over his cock head, as soon as the ring of latex passed over the ridge and slipped into the narrows below I could let go of the teat and use both hands to roll the condom down to his balls.

Sam was in Amy like a flash and they were fucking like rabbits. I could have left the room at that point but instead I picked up Sam's clothes, I found a coat hanger and as they fucked, I tided up his suit and shirt onto a hanger. I must have been wrong about someone watching me getting Sam ready for Amy as there was no one at the door when I finished hanging Sam's clothes up. I left the room and closed the door on Sam and Amy's fucking.

Ron suddenly stepped out of the room next to Amy's, he gathered me in his arms and kissed me, "Well, I've just delivered Guy to Kelly and April is down in the living room with Ron so if you want to you and Johnny can get back to bed together now."

I was crestfallen, I'd felt Guy's cock prodding into my belly so often that I really wanted to deliver him to Kelly and undress him, get him ready for her and see his cock, see exactly what he was prodding into my belly.

I walked with Ron to the living room to collect Johnny my arm across his back and his across mine, my hand on his waist, thumb hooked over his trouser's belt, his hand was on my buttock, Ron was talking to Paul as we walked into the room, he was talking about Caroline, he'd dropped her and the kids off at her mothers, Paul said, "Jane is at a spa hotel with her girlfriends, her parents have the kids all weekend."

I swapped Ronald for Johnny and we walked back to the bedroom, "Who is Caroline and Jane?"

Johnny blushed a little before he reluctantly said, Well, I guess they are nick names for their wives, Ron is married to Mary and Caroline is Mary Elizabeth Ellis' character in New Girl on the TV and Paul is married to Sarah but her nick name is Jane from the Sarah Jane Chronicles...but for God's sake, don't tell them that, it means that we can all talk about them in front of them without them knowing."

"So, when we marry, you will give me a nick name I guess!"

There was a pained expression on Johnny's face, "Erm, you already have one."

I pushed him against the wall, "Tell me, tell me right now."

"You've been given the name Pamela."

"That's a horrible name, tell them to change it...why Pamela?"

"Pamela Barnes from Dallas."

"Dallas, that was a program from the middle ages, why the hell do I remind them of that character?"

"Pamela Barnes was played by Victoria Principal...if the links were easy people might work out who we're talking about. I can't tell them to change your nick name just because you don't like it, they'd kill me if they thought I'd told you about the whole nick name thing."

I climbed on the bed, I remembered back to Amy's position and I copied it myself. Johnny slid his body over mine, he kissed his way up my body from my hip to my tit and then onto my mouth. As our bodies came together he was six inches off target...he deliberately slid his cock along the furrow between my hip and my abdomen and as we kissed he was fucking his cock against my belly.

"Tell me what happened when you took Sam to Amy's bedroom."

Johnny was definitely excited, he was painting that furrow he was fucking with pre-cum. I took a deep breath as I was wondering what he wanted to hear. Truth, half truth, lie...perhaps even fantasy!

"I want you to tell me everything, how you felt, what actually happened...warts and all!"

I felt the wind go out of my sails a little but he'd told me now, he wanted everything...another deep breath.

"While we were dancing Sam had touched every inch of my body...well, you saw that much at least. He spent the whole time that we were dancing ramming his cock against my belly or my hip. When your father asked me to take him to Amy's room I thought that it was a bit of a set up and expected him to attack me in the corridor."

"Did he?"

Johnny's rubbing his cock against me increased in speed and pressure.

"No, he just linked arms with me and as we walked along he was telling me about his office, he told me to drop by for a drink any time."

Johnny chuckled, "You sound disappointed, he has a flat above his office, the drink on offer would be up in his bedroom."

'His Place' suddenly took on a new focus. Knowing that he had a flat there above his office, his place probably did mean his flat and not his office.

"If I'm honest with you, I guess I was a little disappointed, I've been dressed up like a whore all night, danced with twenty different men at the function, danced in the nude with two men here for over thirty minutes while five men watched me, I'd never been so turned on in my life...I've never been naked in public before. Even when I've been on holiday I wouldn't wear a bikini, just shirts and shorts on the beach!"

Johnny smiled, so what happened?"

"When I got into Amy's room she asked me to help her out by undressing him, getting him ready for her. I have to say...I definitely got the wrong end of the stick there, I was sure that Amy was your father's girlfriend."

"She is, she's been his girlfriend for six months."

"But she's in bed with Sam...fucking Sam...and fifteen to twenty other men back at the lodge."

"That's just business, sex is sex, love is love. My family don't really link the two together!"

"How did a man of your father's age get a sixteen year old girlfriend?"

Johnny laughed, "The same way he probably tried to get you to be his girlfriend."

"I didn't meet your father until Last Tuesday!"

"My dad probably came to your house to collect the rent a few weeks before your sixteenth birthday; he would probably have offered you a job at one of his businesses!"

"God, you're right, that went right out of my head. He was with my father when I got in from school one day and he did mention job prospects being bleak for new school leavers, I didn't think anything of it because my dad told him that I'd already been accepted on an apprenticeship with Pattern Shoes in Northampton, your dad left almost straight away after that."

"Well, if you hadn't been offered a job already, he would have tried to get you into one of our family businesses and he would have tried you out, tried to get you interested in a little easy money, you'd be surprised at how successful he is. So, what happened next?"

"So, at first I just wanted to run for it but, when I thought about it, I'd never have thought that I'd be comfortable being naked in front of anyone and I was actually so excited after everything that has happened today that I just thought...why not."

Johnny settled into his rhythmic fucking movements again, just with his cock well away from where I thought it should be.

"Well, as I reached for the ends of his bow tie I wondered if I should just pull it off like a plaster or...well, he started fondling my breasts as I reached for his tie so I changed my plan, I was enjoying having his hands on my body so I pulled his tie open very slowly...I found it very sexy slowly pulling the ends of his tie apart."

I felt a little body quake on top of me, it ran through Johnny's body and was transmitted through to my body under his and I felt his cock jump under its own power and an extra spurt of pre-cum oozed between our bodies.

"I unbuttoned his shirt, again, slowly, making the most out of Sam exploring my body while Amy watched us. About half way down the front of his shirt I suddenly thought about his shoes, you know, shoes first or trousers. As I pulled his shirt out of his trousers I decided on shoes first, and even though it would take my body out of his reach, I knelt on the floor in front of him, almost prostrate on the floor. I took his shoes and socks off quickly before I lifted up to my full height on my knees and unfastened his belt and trousers. I caught both his trousers and underpants together and pulled them down to his ankles and pulled them off over his feet."

"What did his cock look like?"

Okay, I now had an issue. Was this a jealousy thing? Did Johnny need to feel more superior to Sam or not, was he genuinely interested in what I thought of his cock or would he go all moody on me?

Well, Johnny had asked me earlier to be honest with him so, another deep breath and a comforting kiss and, "His cock is about two inches longer than yours and about double the thickness, it bends like a banana so that its head presses into his stomach when he is erect. His cock takes so much blood that it looks almost black."

Johnny smiled, "The first time I saw his cock it wasn't like that, it was more like mine when I used to see him in the changing rooms after squash and football but he started to use one of those pump things to make his cock grow longer and fatter."

I'd never heard of anything like that, pumping your cock up to make it bigger.

"I just knelt there looking at his cock as he dribbled his pre-cum down over his belly, I was almost licking my lips, I've heard girls at work talking about how much fun it was to suck their boyfriend's cocks and it did cross my mind that I could try it, even if it was only once but then Amy asked me to put a condom on his cock for her. I didn't think I'd be able to do it but as soon as Amy threw the condom over to me I suddenly remembered back to school and the lessons about how to put a condom on a boy's cock."

"I thought that you went to a Catholic girls school, they didn't teach you how to put a condom on did they?"

I laughed at the very idea of the nuns teaching us about family planning.

"No, this is from before, I was at the big Comprehensive School in Kettering from eleven years old to my fourteenth birthday and then..." Another strand of my younger life fell under the spot light and popped to the surface, "...my dad made me move schools, I was off school for a week and then I started at the Convent School."

Things were bubbling to the surface now, popping into the light at regular intervals.

"Go on!"

"So, I remembered all about the safe use of a condom, I pinched the teat with the index finger and thumb of my left hand, the way we'd practiced at school, I lined the teat up with his meatus so his sperm would have a safe passage into the teat of the condom and then I rolled the condom down over his cockhead, I remembered to be extra careful rolling the condom down so that it didn't get stressed."

Johnny's cock jumped, this time it felt to me like Johnny's cock had become fed up rubbing against the skin at the side of my hip and was trying to seek out my cunt. Johnny moved to his left so that his left knee was outside my right leg and his right knee between my legs. His body was now trapping his cock between his belly and my hip as he made fucking movements against me.

I was once again disappointed, Johnny's cock was slipping further away from the promised land rather than getting closer...things suddenly changed up a gear, his right hand slipped off of my breast and down over my ribs, it moved faster over my stomach and then down between my legs, his middle finger struck my clitoris and he got me off with just four or five flicks.

I was gasping through my orgasm so much that I couldn't talk.

"Was that it?"

I couldn't speak because I was gasping for breath so much so Johnny eased the pressure off a little, allowed me to come down from my orgasm.

"As soon as I finished rolling the condom down his cock, he kissed me and then jumped between Amy's thighs and started fucking her, I should have left but instead, I tidied up Sam's clothes, spent ages watching Sam fucking Amy before I hung Sam's clothes up. I was really reluctant to leave the room and close the door. And then your dad came out of Kelly's bedroom, he told me that he'd just delivered Guy to Kelly and I felt really disappointed, I really wanted to do for Kelly what I'd just done for Amy. I really wanted to see what Guy had been prodding into my belly for the past thirty minutes as we danced."

Johnny laughed and then he pushed his upper body off of mine, "Do you fancy giving me a hand down there?"

"You could just fuck me if you like, I'm sure now that I'm not actually a virgin and haven't been for about seven years."

"Well, you may not be a virgin or you may be one, for me, it's important that I'm not certain that you're not...if I do you then I'll know for sure. When I ring my mother later to tell her I'm going to marry you in the next week, I know she'll ask if you're a virgin and I want to be able to say yes."

I reached down between our bodies and took a firm hold on his cock, he actually did most of the work himself, he put a ton of effort into fucking my hand, it took him thirty minutes to finally climax and when he did it shot all the way up to my chin, forming a river of sticky slime over half of my body. Johnny's exertion had exhausted him and his arms collapsed as he tried to kiss me, he actually fell asleep, his lips covering mine, his body half covering mine. I tried to push him off but then stopped, actually, it felt quite nice to have a man's body pressing down on me even if it was all slimy and sticky and it was over twenty-five degrees centigrade in Johnny's bedroom.

"Ouch...owwww...fucking shitting buggering..."

"Johnny, stop swearing, what the hell's up?"

"I'm stuck on you!"

"You seemed happy to be infatuated with me yesterday."

"No, not infatuated, stuck...really stuck and when I'm trying to get off, it's pulling all the hairs out of my chest."

We rolled awkwardly off the bed, still glued together and had to do a rolling shuffle towards Johnny's bathroom. We showered together to break the seminal seal between us. As soon as Johnny was free he stepped back and his cock sprang to attention again, "Johnny, you're not going to manage to survive until we marry, you're dick will fall off and whatever you think your family name can achieve, we're going to have to wait about six or seven weeks before your church will marry us, they have to read out the bands for six weeks at least."

"We'll get married in a registry office if we have to and then get our marriage blessed in church, no wait."

I felt Johnny's cock bounce against my belly, he looked down at his cock in the falling water.

"You know that you said last night that you were tempted to suck Sam's cock...was that just because his cock was so big or..."

"Not because it was big, I just wanted to feel what it would be like to suck a cock."

Johnny grinned at me and looked down at his own rampant cock, "Weeeeeelllllll?"

I sank down onto my knees and pulled his cock down to my mouth, I pulled his crown into my mouth and just sucked the first inch in my mouth. I flicked my eyes up, there was a look of bliss on his face, I spat his cock out of my mouth but held it's head against my lips, "Am I doing okay?"

"Never felt anything like it in my life darling, you're fantastic!"

I opened my mouth and sucked his cock in again, this time, more than just the first inch, I was testing my capacity, trying to get more and more of his cock in my mouth.

"Careful darling, if my cock hits the back of your throat you'll start choking."

His cock crashed into my tonsils but no coughing or choking, no, instead a voice in my head said, 'You need to be in a different position to get more of my cock in your mouth darling, hop on the bed and lean your head back.'

I gasped, the voice in my head was my Uncle Mike's voice.

"See, I told you to be careful..."

Johnny had mistaken my gasp of surprise for a gasp of pain.

The sound of a throat being cleared a few feet away caused me to drop Johnny's cock out of my mouth. His father was in his bedroom, he was standing at the bathroom door, looking in at us.

"Breakfast is in ten minutes and then you'd better get to church early before the rest of the congregation so you can have a chat with your priest."

We dried each other and walked through to the bedroom, Johnny's cock was still rampant, he picked my whore's uniform off the bedroom floor, "You can't wear this to go to church!"

"I'll have to go home then before church."

'Home!' echoed through my head, I hadn't told my parents that I was stopping out all night, it was going to cause a row but not as big a row as telling them that I'd agreed to marry a man I'd only met three times in my life.

"Don't have time for that!"

Johnny was at his wardrobe, he had a clean dress shirt in his hand, "You can wear this, it's longer than most dresses women wear these days and I can make it look very sexy on you."

I saw his cock bounce and a dribble of pre-cum roll down the length of his cock shaft.

"Do you want me to take care of that for you before I get dressed?"

I saw his cock jump again and that voice...my Uncle Mike's voice...popped back into my head, 'Just hop on the bed and lean your head back.'

I rolled across the foot of Johnny's bed and lined my shoulders up with the edge of his bed, the back of my head lolling over the edge of the bed. I gestured for Johnny to come over to me, he fed his cock into my mouth and gasped when he met no resistance until his balls slapped into my nose. I had taken close to eight inches of cock into my mouth without any difficulty. Johnny started fucking my throat, slowly, gently at first but then he went a little crazy and he was really putting a mountain of power into fucking me, trying to get himself off in my throat.

The bedroom door opened and Johnny's brother Ron stepped in, "Dad said break...I'll tell him to keep it warm in the oven for you guys."

Ron walking in was the trigger that Johnny needed, he exploded in my throat, firing his seed deep into my belly.

I put Johnny's dress shirt on, the tails at the front of the shirt reached down to my knees but the sides almost reached the tops of my hips. Johnny added a broad American leather belt around my waist with a massive silver buckle that came all the way from Texas.

After breakfast we walked to the village Catholic Church, the door was closed, we were forty minutes early for morning mass, I assumed the door would be locked so I stopped before the porch but Johnny just strolled through and turned the handle. It was funny, I'd spent two years in the Catholic Convent School but I'd never been in our village Catholic Church before, only the church attached to the convent. I had been to the church that was attached to the convent though several times a week. Sister Attila the Hun forced us all to go to confession at least once a week.

I followed Johnny down the central aisle, the front row of pews was closed off with doors at each end, the doors had the name Clarke carved in them. The priest rushed out of his vestry to welcome Johnny, shaking his hand warmly and asked if Johnny's mother would be coming to mass.

"Mum popped over to her villa for a few days but she'll be back on Monday or Tuesday. The reason I've come in early is to see if you can bless my marriage to Victoria sometime next week."

"You're married Mr Clarke?"

"No, not yet, I applied for the licence on Friday and was told that I couldn't pick it up until Monday but I'm going to get married as soon as I can find a registry office with space in its schedule."

"But surely your mother would prefer that you married here in your families church, the church that christened you and confirmed you."

"She would, but I can't wait the six weeks it would take to jump through all the hoops necessary to arrange a church wedding."

"Can I just consult with the Bishop...is your fiancêe a Catholic by the way?"

Johnny looked at me, I wouldn't have made such a declaration but, rather than upsetting the priest I said, "I went to the convent school if that helps."

"It certainly does my dear."

The priest scuttled back to his vestry and returned ten minutes later, usually the church would have read out the bands for an upcoming wedding on three Sundays, one a month for three consecutive months so I didn't expect any shortcuts just because Johnny's family were wealthy.

"I've spoken to the Bishop, we usually follow the legal requirement for Anglican churches but we aren't legally required to, the Bishop is happy under the circumstances to announce your intention to marry at three masses instead of three Sundays, so if I read them out at today's mass and again on Monday morning's mass and the third time on Tuesday, you can marry here on Wednesday if you're in so much of a hurry."

There was something in his voice when the priest said 'In so much of a hurry.' That jangled in my head, I leaned in and whispered in Johnny's ear, "He sounded just like the confessor at my old school, I never saw him, we were just forced to confess to a faceless man in the confessional booth. My friends said that if you gave him a really juicy confession, you'd hear him masturbating on the other side of the screen."

"Did you ever give him a juicy confession?"

"I didn't have a good enough imagination at school, I always fell back on the sin of envy, I must have really switched his motor off, I always followed Kim Orton into the confessional, she said that she always had him wanking during her confessions."

Johnny laughed, "Well, you're right, he does look after confession at the convent, three local parishes supply priests to the convent, one to take mass, one to look after pastoral care and Father Flanagan does their confessions...I'm surprised that you didn't see me at your school, I used to lecture once a month on business studies at the convent school."

"I didn't take business studies, I was more into sports."

"Well, I'm really glad, it left you with a fantastic body!"

We kissed and I ducked down, expecting a bolt of lightning to hit the pew between us to cool Johnny down a little.

I sat through my first ever voluntary morning mass and it was no less boring than all the forced morning masses I'd sat through at school, the one up-side to today's mass was that Johnny was holding my hand and he didn't rap the back of my knuckles with a ruler if I fucked up the responses like Sister Adolf Hitler did most mornings through school.

Johnny wanted me to go back home with him for lunch and to be at his side when he skyped with his mother to tell her that he was going to get married. "I'd love to have lunch with you but I've got to go and face my parents for not telling them that I wouldn't be home last night and the fact that I've agreed to marry you...and here's something that you haven't thought about...where the hell am I going to get a wedding dress that fits me in just three or four days?"

"I was hoping that you'd wear my families wedding dress, it's two hundred years old but still looks great."

Okay, well, I'd have to see for myself, two hundred years of his family getting married in the same dress was certainly some kind of historical imperative but...well, a girl wants to feel that she's the first woman in the world to ever marry so she wants to wear something that no one had ever seen before in their lives.

Queens Row was the most direct route from the church to my house but I'd never walked down that alleyway...No, it was another part of my mental block, I used to walk down that alley when I was younger, I'd walked it many times with my mother but not to get to the church...I saw a door open in my head, a bright red door with a black letterbox and as the door in my head opened, I saw my Uncle Mike standing at it grinning at me and my mother.

I told myself that walking all the way around instead of through the alleyway was stupid and so set off down Queens Row. I started remembering that alley from when I was little and the shiny red door with the black letterbox was still there, I wondered if my Uncle Mike still lived there. I realised that I really should have told my mother and father first...hell, I didn't even know if my Uncle Mike still lived there or not, his name hadn't been mentioned in the past seven years.

On a whim, I knocked on that big black letterbox. I was expecting a stranger to open the door, even expecting my Uncle Mike to open the door but what I wasn't expecting was for my mother to open the door, dressed in a very see through nighty, "Mike, I told you to take your key...Darling, what are you doing here?"

I was shocked, I knew that my mother and father lived separate lives and slept in separate bedrooms but I never had any idea that when my mother went off to do her volunteering work at the old folks home, she was actually going to fuck with her brother Mike. My mother hadn't even realised that I'd stopped out all night without warning.

More things from my past were falling into place, I had a coffee with my mother and a long conversation, I teased it out of my mother about the night of my fourteenth birthday party. She had dressed me for her brother to use but it was't my mother's idea, it turned out that it was mine. After many years of being taken to Mike's house by my mother while she committed adultery with her brother, I'd asked her to arrange for Mike to do me as well.

"Did Mike actually have sex with me that night?"

"No darling."

"But all that blood, I thought that was mine."

"That was all from Mike's nose, your dad came in and caught us, you was actually guiding Mike's cock into your fanny when your father punched Mike and knocked him away from you."

"I moved in with Mike for a week but your father refused to allow you to come and see me in Mike's house and so I moved back in with your dad for your sake, you really weren't handling my not being there very well. Your dad actually realised that it was you that wanted Mike...of course, Mike, being a man wouldn't turn down any offer of sex. Your father blamed it on the comprehensive school, five girls in your class had just left to have their babies and that's why your father moved you to the convent school."

Mike walked into the living room pulling his shirt off over his head and kicking his shoes off, "I thought that you'd be waiting for me in bed darling..."

Mike hadn't seen me as he walked in the room because his shirt was over his head and as he unfastened his trousers he was looking at my mother's face and could see the startled look in her eyes, he suddenly turned to face me just as his dick popped into sight. He pulled his trousers closed again, "...Victoria, how lovely to see you, I have to say I'm very surprised to see you sitting in my living room with...with your mother."

"I was at the church for morning mass and on my way home I walked down the alley for the first time in years, I recognised your front door and...well, I knocked to see if you still lived here."

Mike grinned at me, he was moving in closer, his trousers were still open but his dick was out of sight for the moment, "So, you wanted to see your old uncle then?"

"Not so much, I was just walking along planning on who I was going to invite to my wedding and who to invite to the party afterwards. I saw your front door and just wanted to check if you still lived here."

Two things happed, Mike had just reached me and was stroking the back of my head, almost pulling me forward towards his groin but he suddenly jumped back, he looked at my mother, just as she gasped at hearing me say my wedding, "Your mother told me that you didn't have a boyfriend, how come, all of a sudden, you're getting married?"

I went through the story of my whirlwind romance...if you could call it that, "Dad wanted me to move out of the house, to get a life of my own, he was worried that I'd end up an old spinster looking after the two of you at home in your old age. Well, I met a crazy man who's desperate to marry me."

My mother mumbled a little but I got the gist of it, my dad was desperate for me to move out so that he could move out as well. After seven years of living separate lives from my mother, he was finally moving on, he was going to divorce my mother and marry one of his old flames. I knew the woman of course, in small villages, we usually all knew the family history. I knew the four women that my dad had been in love with in his youth, they were all married too now, naturally but Gail, my dad's old/new girlfriend's husband had passed away the year before and she'd done with her grieving and was ready to move on but my dad wouldn't until I was settled into a place of my own.

"I'd better get off and tell dad that I'm going to get married...and leave you two to get on with what you had planned for what's left of the morning."

I walked in my house, I suddenly felt nervous because of the way I was dressed, sitting in church hadn't worried me, walking the streets, not a problem at all but facing my father dressed the way I was really did worry me a lot.

I got another shock as I opened the living room door. Instead of my father's angry face looking up at me, I saw the goofy look of Johnny, he was sitting there drinking tea with my father.

"Vicky, this idiot is trying to tell me that you've agreed to marry him!"

I sat on Johnny's knee and blushed as a vast expanse of my upper thigh popped into the living room from under the shirt tails of my borrowed shirt. I blushed even more as I kissed Johnny in front of my father, the first boy...well, man, that I'd ever kissed in front of my father that wasn't a close relative.

I ended up cooking lunch for me, my dad and Johnny and after lunch, Johnny and my father washed the pots between them. I was dressed a little more conventionally after lunch, a t-shirt and shorts, perfect for the heat in the middle of the day.

Tradition dictated that on Sundays, after a large Sunday lunch and a pint of beer, my father would settle down in front of the TV and watch whatever football game was playing on the sports channel. So I was totally surprised when my father walked in the living room as I was changing the channel to the sports channel, my father walked in with his jacket on.

"Come on then, let's go and see your new place, see if there are any little jobs that need doing."

I looked at Johnny, "You kept the front door keys to the flat yesterday, I hope, because I don't have them."

My dad looked disappointed at me.

"Yes, I've got the keys, come on, let's show your dad where you're going to live."

We left the house and I went to the left, towards my flat at the Old Rectory conversion, Johnny turned to the right and my dad just stood there looking confused. Johnny grabbed my hand and almost pulled me along behind him...to the right and not the left.

We walked through the village and took the lane towards Clarke Farm, fifty yards short of the farm house there was a road on the left of the lane, not a new road, it was first laid out twenty years earlier, a road cut into one of the fields belonging to the farm.

My brother Paul lives in the house on the right, Ron Junior's house is at the end of the road and here, on the left, the nicest house of all...is where you and I will live together for the rest of our lives.

The nameplate at the end of the road was new, 'Clarke's Road'.

We walked in the front door, a shower room on the right of the front door with a toilet in it and on the left, another toilet with a hand basin and behind the toilet, a store room for shoes and coats. The floors were covered in varying shades of mushroom carpet and the walls were magnolia. Apart from the sheer size of the place it could have been the flat we'd looked at the day before, stock carpets and industrial paintwork.

"Right, I've got my notebook, anything that you'd like changing about the entrance?"

"Can I have a glossy red front door with a large black letter box?"

"Well, the letter box won't work but I can have a fake one put on the door but the red gloss, sounds great to me."

"The carpet in the entrance hall is impractical; people coming in with wet and muddy shoes on it'll look shabby in no time."

"I'll just put, 'More practical floor covering.' If that's okay, if you don't like it when we get back off of our honeymoon, we can change it again."

The house had six bedrooms, three of them had en-suite bathrooms and there was a massive family bathroom, there were four reception rooms, a kitchen/dining room as well as a dining room and a utility room. The total floor area of the house was three times that of my parent's rental.

My dad asked about the garden, there seemed to be an acre of land for each house in the road.

"No, there are plans on the books to build another six houses for cousins to live in so there won't be all that much garden as there is now."

Johnny's father knocked on the front door, Johnny told me to see who was at the door. Ronald gave me a warm and overly long kiss on the lips as I opened the door to him, I was comfortable with the kiss but my father didn't look so comfortable.

Johnny's father was carryng a large white cardboard box in his hands and as soon as he walked into the living room he unpacked a silk wedding dress, it was ivory silk rather than white but it had fountains of white lace all over the place. the dress was a clever design, it had detachable straps and hidden panels everywhere, the dress could be made different sizes to fit all body types and shapes and didn't need permanently altering so, even though it was two hundred years old, it would probably go on for another two hundred years.

Johnny took me to Luton Airport at seven o'clock on Sunday evening, she'd only been at her Greek villa for three nights and the last minute flight back from Greece had cost her a small fortune but she was over the moon that her third son was finally getting married, even if it was in an almighty hurry. She even seemed to understand why he was in such a big hurry but then I guess a mother knows her son better than anyone else in the world.

I went into work on Monday morning but only really to ask for time off to get married, not that there would be any problem really as I was marrying a mason and one with higher standing than my boss and as everyone knows, no mason will ever do anything to disadvantage another mason...especially if that mason is higher up the scale.

My wedding day came on me faster than I could have imagined and considering it was all organised in just three days the church had been decked out with flowers from one end to the other. The wedding party took place at the farm house and the dancing was in a barn at the side of the house that had also been decorated out in just three days.

My dad was a little upset that my Uncle Mike had been invited as well as being embarrassed because I'd invited his future wife along as well.

Johnny was pestering me from ten minutes after the cutting of the cake, he wanted to take me to bed, I thought it was just him being horny and when I finally agreed to go with him, I was expecting to walk the two hundred yards to our own house but I was mistaken, we went upstairs and not to Johnny's own bedroom.

"I'm sorry to drop this on you but all the Greek members of our family expect this rather dark-ages custom to be adhered to, we have to have sex in my mother's bed the first time, if you aren't a virgin, I have a sliver of liver from a freshly slaughtered calf."

I stripped off totally as did Johnny, he stopped me clambering on top of his mother's duvet, "You have to put this new nighty on first."

"I don't want to wear a nighty, it's too hot and anyway, you're not wearing pyjamas so why do I have to wear a nighty?"

"The nighty isn't for you darling, it is for my mother...it would be far easier if you just let me get this all over as quickly as possible and we can get over to our own house to play properly."

Okay, duvet out of the way, I was dressed in a Victorian looking Egyptian cotton night dress that covered me from my neck to my toes. I expected Johnny to jump on me but he didn't, he carefully straightened out the back of my nighty so that my bum was in the exactly right place. The nighty was so voluminous that he could lift the front right up under my chin without me lifting my bum off the back of the nighty.

Johnny spent an age getting me ready for sex, lots of licking and five orgasms from him massaging my clitoris and when he finally gloved his cock in my vaginal sheath he went totally crazy. And I mean 'Texas Chainsaw Massacre' kind of crazy. I felt pain like I'd never felt before and there was blood...a lot of blood. The back of my nighty looked like that calf that had been slaughtered had been killed wearing the nighty.

The bottom sheet was bloody too, it had soaked through the nighty.

"I'd better get the sheet into soak or it'll stain."

"Don't be silly darling, the sheet is brand new and will never be used on a bed ever again. the blood stain is just perfect."

I was supposed to take the sheet and nighty to Johnny's mother but refused point blank as the party was still going on at full swing down in the barn and living room. I listened to Johnny's footsteps as he walked down the stairs and as he stepped off the final step there was a massive cheer and the sound of people running from the barn and into the house to congratulate Johnny on taking my virginity and consummating his marriage.

I didn't have to face anyone after my first sex act, well, only Johnny's father, within minutes of Johnny parading my bloody nighty through the party to his mother I was in the back seat of one of his father's cars and we were being driven to Leicestershire to East Midlands Airport and a flight to Southern Spain.

The plan had been for Johnny and I to have a month's honeymoon in Spain but...as the Clarke family were basically 'Wheeler-dealers' they made money from being quick to respond to a business opportunity and after three weeks of our honey moon Johnny got a call from his father. There had been a train wreck in Italy, a train carrying Polish farm equipment to North Africa was derailed when a lorry crashed into the train on a level crossing and because Johnny was so close he was needed in Italy at just moment's notice.

There was five million euro's worth of farm equipment on the train and Johnny's father had paid ten cents on the euro for the scrap sight unseen. Johnny wasn't a mechanic, he was needed to do the paperwork and help to plan and procure. His brother Paul was sent from England with two Polish mechanics to try and get as much of the farm machinery working as possible, cannibalising parts from two machines to make one good one.

I was left alone in Spain to pack our bags and catch a flight home early.

Johnny's father picked me up from Bristol Airport, the only flight I could arrange at such short notice and he drove me back to the farm.

As we drove along Ronald took a call on his hands-free phone.

"Hi dad, are you going to try and crack 'Pamela Barnes' tonight?"

"No son, I'm just taking Victoria home and I'll probably visit Jane, she'll be lonely tonight and need company."

"Okay, high Victoria, how did the honeymoon go?"

"Hi Ron, it was a lovely hotel but I have to say, after three weeks I was really ready to come home."

"Well, it'll be nice to see you again."

"Thanks."

"Erm dad, is it important for you to welcome 'Pamela Barnes' into the village first or...would it be okay if I had a little visit with her first?"

I smiled inwardly, they didn't realise that Johnny had let me in on the nicknames of the family members.

"You have to be careful, you can't afford to upset Caroline!"

"Caroline is at her mother's for the weekend with the kids so I'm at a loose end myself."

"Well then, I say go for it!"

Ronald helped me into the house, he carried the cases to my bedroom and then let himself out while I unpacked. I watched Ronald drive off of my drive, not far, just across the road and up onto Paul's drive. Ronald used his own key to get into Paul's house. I stood there and watched as the hall light went on, followed by the stairs light, the hall light went off and then the landing light went on. I turned my own bedroom light off and I watched as the master bedroom door across the road opened and I watched in the darkness as Paul's wife Sarah embraced our father-in-law in the darkness as her bedroom door slowly closed and extinguished the light from the hallway.

A shiver ran through my body, as I watched Ronald undressing. I heard a creaking sound out on my own landing, I quickly stripped out of my blouse and skirt, all I was wearing was my bra and knickers as strong arms wrapped around my body and took me from behind. I think I'm going to like being married into such a sex mad family.

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