Story Code:

M/F,

MM/F,

Rom,

Prostitution,

Oral,

Deep Throat, Size

I was out of the house early on Friday morning, my wife didn't even stir, she was well used to my slipping out of bed at all hours of the day and night as my gamekeeper's duties demanded but I doubt if she would have been sleeping so happily if she'd known that this morning's duties were to 'Squire' my predecessor's widow to turn her from a shy field mouse into a wanton whore. I drove down to Manor Farm to collect Victoria's meat order that I'd placed the day before when my telephone rang.

"Donald, Westerdale here."

"Good morning my Lord, is our meeting in town still on for this morning sir?"

"It is Donald. I'm assuming that you'll be visiting Endeavour Drive this morning!"

"Yes my Lord, I'm at the farm shop at the moment collecting Victoria's meat."

Lord Westerdale laughed into the telephone, "Yes, delivering her meat first and then your own meat a few minutes later!"

"Quite sir...what can I do for you this morning sir?"

"My ... erm, friend phoned me yesterday, he and his driver both had sex with her together at the same time and twice so I've doubled your bonus for bringing her on so fast and believe it or not she actually had sex with a stranger for money so I think it's time for me to have my turn at her..."

"Thanks for that sir; the extra money will come in handy

"Victoria and Sarah were both working as beaters last year at the first shoot of the season, when you see Victoria, ask her if she would like to work the shoot again this year, Sarah can beat the pheasants while her mother beats my friend's cocks for them."

"Do I have to try and finesse her into agreeing?"

"No, you can be quite brutal, put our cards on the table, I'll need her here all weekend, I'll give her a room in the guest wing and she'll get forty pounds for every man she services over the weekend. Sarah will have to stop over as well of course, let Victoria decide if she's going to share a bedroom with Sarah or if she'll need you to arrange for Sarah to stop with the family of one of her old friends on the estate."

"Do you have your sights set on the girl as well sir?"

"Don't be stupid Donald, Sarah's only thirteen and a half, of course I've got my sights set on her, by thirteen and a half her mother was pregnant and waiting at the church door for the wedding march to start but I want Victoria to make the first move, I don't want to push her down that path as an unwilling accomplice. We've been gentling her so far and that's why she's accepted everything that's happened so far."

"Okay boss, I'll let you know what Victoria says about working the shoot next weekend."

"Don't mention that I have plans for Sarah though, that has to be their idea."

The shop manager turned up right on cue as I closed the call to Lord Westerdale. I loaded the food into the back of my Land Rover and headed for Endeavour Drive, I would park outside number nine which was up the left hand spur of the road; from there I would see Sarah walking to school and then drive round to deliver both kinds of meat. I'd arrived a little earlier than usual, I guess that the thought of Victoria having pulled her first trick for money had excited me a lot and had spurred me on to drive faster than usual. The sound of my large Land Rover engine caused a few curtains to twitch on Endeavour Drive in the early morning silence.

I'd just turned off the motor and turned down the radio a little so I didn't piss too many people off when Sarah walked straight up to my door and yanked it open, she was dressed in a dressing gown, nighty and slippers, all in Barbie-doll pink, "Hi Donald, it's ridiculous you sitting round here and waiting until I go to school before coming around to have sex with my mother, especially when I heard your engine from my bedroom window."

Sarah just turned and walked away from me, her dressing gown flying out behind her as she walked back home as quickly as she could. I shook my head, 'Busted!' shouted out in my brain as I turned the key and started my engine to follow Sarah home.

Sarah had left the front door open for me as I reversed onto the drive; I had dug up and picked a range of vegetables which were in boxes in the back along with the pork cuts from the pigs that Victoria had reared over the previous year. Victoria mouthed "Sorry!" as I walked in carrying a box of potatoes. Victoria made coffee as I unloaded everything I'd brought over for her and when I was finished and the front door closed I checked that Sarah was upstairs before I said, "I hear a rumour that you had sex with a stranger yesterday for money!"

Victoria looked shocked; I wasn't sure if she looked shocked because I knew or because it wasn't true. I scooped her into my arms and kissed her, put my mouth against her ear, "I'd love to hear all about it!"

I was too close to see her reaction to what I'd said but I felt her relax in my arms and when I pulled away from her I saw her lips turn up at the corners as she fought off the smile. We moved into the living room, Victoria is only wearing her nighty, I could clearly see her nipples and dark brown areola but as I couldn't see her pubic bush I assumed that she had knickers underneath. I heard Sarah coming down the stairs and when she reached the bottom step I took a deep breath and said, "In previous years I believe that you helped out at the pheasant shoots on the estate."

"Yes, well for the last few years at least."

Sarah was now in the doorway, "I helped with beating last year."

I put my best surprised look on my face and turned to look at Sarah. She was wearing her school uniform, "Really, I didn't think that they allowed under sixteen's to work as beaters."

"Well, they let me and I really enjoyed it."

"Did you beat with your mother?"

"No, Lord Westerdale put me with Peter, the gardener's son. We had to go right out on the flank to turn any birds that went astray."

'So, even at twelve old man Westerdale had plans for Sarah!'

"I didn't realise Sarah, perhaps I could fix it for you to come as a beater again this year, I'm sure that both the gardener and his son are on my list, I was going to ask your mother if she wanted to work the shoot this year!"

Victoria told Sarah that it was time for her to head off to school, Sarah gave me a smile before saying, "Don't wear my mother out too much, she can hardly talk after spending the morning in bed with you on Fridays."

"I guess Sarah knows all about us then!"

"She had to come back home two weeks ago for her homework and she heard everything, sneaky madam didn't tell me she knew until yesterday but she hung around last week as well just to be sure that it wasn't a one off."

I woke on Friday morning to hear Sarah running down the stairs and out of the front door; I rushed down to see if Jamal had returned to pester her. Sarah was nowhere in sight but then no one else was either, as I stood on the front door step I heard a large engine starting somewhere behind the house on another part of Endeavour Drive and then Sarah came into sight around the corner, marching back home and I headed into the kitchen to make Sarah's breakfast, toast and orange juice today.

Donald mentioned me working at the weekend shoot but not what he wanted me to do, he intimated that Sarah could work as a beater again this year even though her father wasn't the gamekeeper any more but not what he wanted me to do.

As soon as Sarah left for school Donald dragged me up to my bedroom and pulled my nighty off, he looked surprised when my nighty came off, "Hey, I thought you'd got panties on under your nighty, didn't think that you'd shave your pussy so soon!"

We started to fuck and Donald asked me to tell him all about my paying customer from the day before. He looked even more impressed when I told him all about the sex I had with all three punters and more impressed again when I told him that Sarah had suggested that I have sex for money with the third man.

"Well, I can see how you got the first and the third man but how did you know about the other?"

I put my finger to my lips, to quieten Donald, with my bedroom window open we could hear the rumble of cars out on the main road and then a car driving closer to the house, stopping and turning, "That's probably a punter now, the woman who lived here before me advertised herself, a mobile phone number and the name of the road so men drive up and down looking for her red light...actually my landlord put a red bulb back into my porch light as a joke I think."

I smiled nervously, Donald jumped out of bed and went to the bedroom window, "He looks okay, bit old but he looks ruggedly built, could be an ex-rugby player or something."

The sound of the car receded as he drove away. I was expecting Donald to come back to bed, so far he'd only fucked my cunt and arse and I was expecting him to want to fuck my throat as well. He had wanted that on his previous Friday morning visits.

"If a punter turned up while I was here would you fuck him while I was around?"

"What, in the same room?"

"No, I can't imagine many punters wanting to pay to play while another man is watching. Hey another car has driven down and turned to the right, you reckon he's a punter too?"

"I have no idea but if he is he'll probably turn around and then drive down here."

"You still have that red bulb in the porch?"

I nodded my head and Donald ran down to the front door in the nude and turned my outside light on. When he came back up to the bedroom he was very excited, he gathered his clothes up just as the knock came on the front door. Donald popped into Sarah's bedroom while slipped my nighty back on and went to answer the front door.

There was a little verbal dancing on the doorstep as he sidestepped around the fact that he didn't want to call me a prostitute outright but eventually we got round to the fact that I charged the same as all of the other women in the area and he handed over his seventy-five pounds for full sex with a condom on.

I took him to the bedroom, I was in front of him and all the way up the stairs his hands were all over my bottom under my nighty. Donald had turned my clock radio on at a medium volume and it was playing music from the easy listening channel. As we walked in I noticed that the wardrobe door had been propped open while I was at the front door, the door had been propped open at the exact angle so that someone standing in the bedroom doorway would have a reflected view of my bed.

A shiver ran through my body at the thought that Donald had staged my bedroom so he could watch me performing sex on a stranger for money. I stripped the man naked, used my hand to make sure his cock was hard and in the process check for any issues he may have had like sores or broken skin. My eyes flicked up to the mirrored wardrobe door, Donald was already there, he was still naked, he was holding his mobile phone in one hand and Sarah's nighty in the other. It was a good thing that my customer wasn't keen to let his eyes stray from my body or he may have spotted Donald.

When the act actually started, instead if my usual plan of lying like a dead fish for ten or fifteen minutes and then getting in on the act for five minutes sending him over the edge, because I was being watched I went into fucking him from the offset. He was close to his orgasm in just five minutes and that didn't seem fair to me. He would have reached his target but without the full aerobic workout he'd paid for. I held him back and rolled him onto his back and then I fucked him from on top for five minutes taking him to the edge four or five times but not allowing him to actually climax, I kept looking over my shoulder and could see Donald rubbing his cock wrapped inside Sarah's night dress as he held his mobile phone out in front of him.

It took me a moment to realise that Donald was using his mobile phone to film me having sex but as I focused closer into his phone the screen was actually pointing at me and I could see the face of Lord Westerdale looking back at me so Donald wasn't just filming me he had me broadcasting on FaceTime™ to Lord Westerdale's mobile phone so I wasn't being watched by one man, I was being watched by two. The fact that I'd known Lord Westerdale all of my life, he had employed my parents as well as my husband, the shiver that had run through my body suddenly turned into a volcanic need.

I put my hand between my body and the punters, I felt for the ring of rubber around his cock to prove that the condom was still in place and when I was happy that it was, I rolled the two of us over again so that I was once more on my back with him on top of me. When I was on my back he started to pound away rapidly, I lifted my legs as usual and hooked my feet together across his naked buttocks, my inner volcano went off and I thought I was going to shake the fillings out of his mouth because I was being so loud as I climaxed.

When I pulled the condom off of his cock he looked at the volume of his spunk left in the condom and there was a smile on his face, a smile of pride or satisfaction. Donald had slipped back into Sarah's bedroom as my customer dressed, I offered him a shower but he declined, "I'll get a shower as soon as I get into my hotel in Newcastle."

He was an engineer and he had to travel to Newcastle once a month from his home in Norwich, he chose to drive up on a Friday morning when he did even though he didn't have to actually start work until Sunday morning and the reason for his early start was because the sex workers in Ormesby were so well known and so good that it was better for him to travel on a Friday when there were less punters looking for sex than to come up on a Saturday when there would be more punters around and less prostitutes.

"Can I have your mobile telephone number? If I finish work before next Friday I'll need a little R&R on my way home and I'd like to spend it with you if I can!"

"I don't have a mobile phone yet, just a house phone."

"Well, can I have that? Even if I don't finish work early I'll need a stopover next month when I go up to Newcastle again!"

I told him my telephone number and he typed it into his mobile phone and then dialled the number so my phone rang by the front door, he smiled, "You really should get a mobile phone though, you might be out one day when a customer needs therapy, it's always bad news to miss an opportunity."

I saw him to the door and he stopped as the door opened, "I'm Bobby by the way, just so you'll know who it is when I ring you up."

He kissed me on my cheek and then headed off to his car. I went back to my bedroom expecting Donald to want to use my throat to finish off our love making.

"Why did you show me having sex to Lord Westerdale?"

"Because he asked me how you were getting on and, to be honest with you, he doesn't want you to beat pheasants over the weekend, he was hoping to ask you to help entertain his guests when they aren't shooting."

"You mean that he wants me to fuck his friends over the weekend?"

"Yes, Lord Westerdale will pay you forty pounds per fuck at the end of the shoot so that his guests don't know that you're a prostitute."

"And how did Lord Westerdale know that I was working in that field?"

"Don't forget that you're renting a house from Lord Westerdale's best friend and apparently he told him, he watched you yesterday with your first paying customer. He was delivering advertising cards to some of his other tenants when he saw you watching Sheila pick up a customer and then you followed the next customer so that you could dip your toe in. Robert's driver almost crashed trying to get round to your house to see what would happen. He could actually see the guy fucking you through your bedroom window."

'So it would appear that I'd been watched more often than I'd have thought possible, what with Sarah catching me and Donald fucking twice and Robert and Latka watching me pull my first trick and today Donald and Lord Westerdale watching me perform with Bob.'

I was wrong about Donald wanting to fuck my throat though; he was quite satisfied masturbating himself off into Sarah's nighty as he watched me fucking Bob. He also needed to meet Lord Westerdale in Middlesbrough for his usual Friday morning meeting.

After Donald left I turned the red light on again and then went to my bedroom and stripped my bed, I found Sarah's nighty and it was dripping wet with Donald's spunk, I stripped Sarah's bed as well and set the washing machine busy on a medium wash cycle.

I took another customer to my bedroom, I had to make the bed as he was undressing and I sold him thirty minutes of pleasure so he went away happy. As I waved him goodbye and was about to turn the red lamp back on it crossed my mind that in fourteen years I'd disliked sex, well, not exactly true, I neither liked nor disliked sex, My husband was just never very good at delivering it and if I tried to improve things for myself he would just climax all the faster and then neither of us would have enjoyed the act. Donald had worked hard teaching me that my body could give a man pleasure in so many ways and even though I was concentrating on giving the man pleasure I got a ton in return.

I was about to close my front door when Robert Crossley's car pulled onto my drive. Robert got out and handed me a box with a top of the line mobile phone in it, "The sim card's a pay as you go, there's a five pound credit on it so just use it to receive calls. It's a present from Lord Westerdale."

I took the phone and looked at it, "Why did Lord Westerdale want me to have a mobile phone?"

"Well, when I told him how well you've adapted to life out here in Ormesby he asked me if I'd printed up any advertising for you to help you get more customers. I told him that I couldn't because you only have a land-line telephone and if I used that number in a business card the police would soon close you down."

"So I'll soon have my own little cards to leave around the town will I?"

"You will, the printer is running them right now, they'll be ready to collect from the printer this afternoon."

Don't you usually use a photograph on the card?"

"We do, Lore Westerdale sent me a photograph of you in your nighty, you were with a punter but I just cropped the picture down so only you were in it."

"Erm, do you want to come in?"

I was expecting to have to give Robert sex in payment for the telephone but he didn't want to come in, "I'm very busy at the moment, we have to evict someone before twelve o'clock and I've been asked to take you shopping for something sexy for tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?"

"The pheasant shoot, hasn't Westerdale's man talked to you about looking after the unaccompanied men at his shoot this weekend?"

"Well, he told me that he wanted me to work the shoot but I thought that it was next weekend!"

"No, it's tomorrow and you need something very sexy to wear for the dinner-dance tomorrow evening and some working clothes for Saturday and Sunday while the shoot is on. Get dressed and we'll take you with us, you can hang with us while we do our little piece of work and then we'll take you to the dress shop and pick up your advertising cards on our way back here."

I dressed and joined Robert in the rear seat of his car. We drove to Breckon Hill Road where we had to park and walk to the old Victorian terraced houses that were part of the Middlesbrough tolerance area the houses had been adapted so that three women could share a house without breaking the UK's laws on brothels. The front room of each house was classed as a communal area and each bedroom was counted as a separate property within the old shell of the house. Each bedroom had a 'Front' door, a shower room and a kitchenette. They were called workshops rather than bedrooms in the county plan and because of that no one could actually sleep over night.

The leases on each workshop called for them to be closed, empty and locked up between four in the morning and twelve noon. That was why my area got so many punters in the mornings looking for sex workers. Latka had a single master key that fitted the outer doors of every property in the tolerance area as well as each individual workshop. We were there at eleven thirty so under the rules of the tolerance area, the workshops should have been empty. Robert had been given a tipoff that one of the girls was actually living in the workshop and if she was it would be up to Robert to evict her.

Latka opened the door to the workshop, the double bed in the middle of the room was occupied, a young white woman was sleeping soundly on one side of the bed and next to her was a rather large black man, he wasn't sleeping so soundly and as Latka walked into the room the black man woke up and reached out for a baseball bat that was leaning against the wall. Latka blocked the guy's arm and punched him hard on his nose, sending him straight back to sleep.

Robert looked at the woman, "She's not the tenant here, she's far too young!"

Robert shook the girl but couldn't wake her! Latka searched the man's trousers, he pulled out a small medicine bottle and read the label, "Veterinarian grade Ketamine, she's probably going to be out of it for hours."

Robert took his mobile phone out and called an ambulance to take the girl away, then he phoned the woman that the room was rented to, there was a short conversation on the phone and then Robert came back into the room. "The guy's Lana's pimp, she has no idea how he got a copy of the keys to get in here and she has no idea who the girl could be."

Latka had finished checking the man's pockets, he found a knife, it had a six inch blade and was spring loaded, Robert phoned the police and asked them to come round to collect the man. Latka was searching through the girl's handbag, "Kim Green, this is her student pass from Unity City Academy. Robert had Unity City's head on speed dial, stood looking from the photograph of the girl to the head on the pillow, "Oh hi, Crossley here, is Kim Green one of yours...yes I'll hang on."

There was a delay and then the head told Robert that Kim had been away from school for three days, "Well, I think she'll be away for a few more, she's out of her head on Kat as far as we can see, I've called in an ambulance. And the police for the guy we found her with, how old is Kim by the way, they're bound to ask."

Robert closed his phone, "She's only twelve, she looks older. Her school is going to phone her parents."

There was a sound of one of those silly ring tones that the young seemed to love putting on their smart phones, the sound was coming from under the man's head, Latka dragged his head away from his pillow and there under it was a mobile phone. Latka turned the phone so that Robert could read the screen, the contact name just said, 'UCA' and the telephone number. Robert furrowed his forehead, "You answer it Vicky!"

"Hello."

"Mrs Green..."

Robert's ear was pressed against the back of the phone so he could hear what was being said. He nodded his head.

"Uh...huh!"

"It's Ron Benson, student counsellor here, I'm sorry to have to tell you that Kim might have been involved in some kind of accident, we are led to understand that she's on her way to..."

Robert took the phone off of me, Hi there, This is Robert Crossely here, I'm the one that reported Kim's condition, can I ask you who you were calling please?"

Robert nodded his head, "Stepfather, would he be an African man...thanks."

Robert looked through the man's wallet, "This is Kim's stepfather."

There was flashing blue lights outside the window, "Latka, go and see who got here first and bring them up."

The police and ambulance staff had both turned up together, Robert introduced himself to the ambulance crew, he handed them the bottle of drugs, he also lied about where we'd found the drugs. Robert didn't need to introduce himself to the police officers, they knew him well because he owned all of the properties in the tolerance area. Robert explained what had happened, how the man lying naked in the bed came to have a broken nose and was lying unconscious. The police were happy that Latka had acted in self-defence and that Robert and Latka were within their rights to be in the room to evict a person or persons using the workshop illegally.

"This is Victoria Hughes, I asked her to come in to look after the girl when we found her unconscious, Latka and I didn't want any claims of impropriety later!"

Well, one thing about Robert was he was quick on his feet and didn't mind inventing a lie to ease a situation that could turn sticky. As the policeman was asking me questions I looked over at Robert and I lied my head off too, no I didn't see Latka hit the man! No, I was in the car waiting when they came out and fetched me to look after Kim.

Latka changed the lock in the workshop's door, I was surprised at how easily he did it, he had a new lock barrel in his pocket and a small screwdriver, one screw removed from the faceplate of the lock, the master key inserted into the keyhole, gave it a half turn and withdrew the old barrel. After the new one was fitted, the two keys that came in the lock packet were tested and the door locked.

After the workshop was locked up securely, Kim was on her way to the hospital and her stepfather on his way to prison, we drove out to the back of the old dock area, this was the third kind of red light district, like my area, it was unofficial and the women working there risked prosecution for working as prostitutes if they didn't follow a strict code. It was ridiculous that in England prostitution wasn't actually illegal but women could be prosecuted for sharing a house with another prostitute. Two women working from the same address, that address would be classed as a brothel and running a brothel was illegal. If a woman stood out on the street she risked entrapment when an undercover policeman would pretend to be looking for sex and talk the woman into telling him the price for her body and that was also illegal. Robert was looking for a woman who had asked him for one of the workshops in the tolerance area.

The woman was young, younger than me and she was working the streets of the old Victorian terraces where the dock workers had once lived and sailors from foreign ships would seek out prostitutes to look after their sexual needs after long trips and even though the majority of the sailors had now gone as had the old dock workers, the whores were still around. The woman that Robert was talking to was very pretty, Robert handed over the keys, one for the front door of the house and one key to the door lock of the workshop. The second key would be kept by Robert in case the woman did a flit without returning his keys.

As Robert was busy I spotted Sarah's friend, Amanda. She was walking up and down on a street corner, she was wearing high heeled shoes and what looked like a jersey knit sleeve. The dress hardly covered her body at all, the bottom hem was nine inches above her knees and the top hem hardly covered her areola. As she walked she was constantly pulling the bottom of her dress down and the top up.

I slipped out of Robert's car and went over to Amanda. Her hair was piled up on the top of her head to accentuate her long neck and her tiny ears, her face was a parody of makeup that no woman would ever do in everyday life. Her eyelids were half closed and when I spoke to her she didn't recognise me at first and after I told her who I was she giggled, she was either drunk or high.

"Amanda, what the hell are you doing here?"

"Raffie told me I had to do it, he needs five hundred pounds by tonight and I've got to earn it for him."

Robert was at my side, "You can't stand here talking to her Victoria, the police are filming her from that car on the other side of the road."

I allowed Robert to drag me away from Amanda, "Her boyfriend has told her he needs five hundred pounds by tonight and she has to earn it for him."

"Well, she'll find it hard to earn that kind of money around here, the girls here only charge twenty-five pounds for straight sex, they don't often get the safety of a condom and she won't have a room, she'll have sex in the punter's car or in an alleyway. She'll have to have sex with twenty men or, perhaps she'll agree to do something dangerous to get fifty pounds but either way, girls working up here don't last very long. If the drugs and alcohol don't kill them, the punters just might.

"What about the woman you've just given the keys too?"

"She'll be over at her workshop within the hour and she'll make fifty pounds a customer and the men who use the tolerance area are safer, they all expect to wear a condom. She'll keep living out here because the rent is cheaper, her boyfriend will look after their daughter until she's made enough money and then she'll be looking for a better house but she'll probably keep working in the workshop for ten years, make enough money to retire."

By the time we were ready to go shopping Robert checked his watch, "Your Sarah will be leaving school any minute, we'd better go and pick her up."

Sarah was just walking out of the main gate when we drove up, Sarah was pushing Jamal and Raffie away from her, they were making a concerted effort to get their hands on her body and to make her kiss them. Robert told Latka to stop the car and fetch Sarah, "This is the way they work, the two of them will force her to have sex with them both and make her think they love her and in a month they'll put her on the same street her friend Amanda is working.

Latka frightened the shit out of Jamal and his brother as he rescued Sarah and brought her back to the car. Sarah thanked Robert for sending his driver to save her. "Where are we going mum?"

"Lord Westerdale has asked Mr. Crossley to take me shopping for a dress and some shoes for the shoot dinner dance tomorrow night."

"Oh, do we get to go to the dinner dance this year...or is it just you that's invited?"

"Did you want to go to the dinner dance?"

"God mum, every girl on the estate got to go to the dance last year, every girl apart from you and me. Dad would never allow it!"

I was confused, "What makes you think that it was your father that stopped us being invited to the dinner dance?"

"Peter told me last year when we were working the flank of the shoot...there isn't a lot of work to do on the flank so we spent a lot of time talking while looking out for any birds trying to escape. He told me that his mother went every year and she had a great time!"

"What about Peter and his father?"

"Mum, don't be so silly, Lord Westerdale's guests at the shoot are all men, they just invite all of the women from the estate to go to keep the men company."

Robert was on the telephone, he spoke to Lord Westerdale, asked him if Sarah was invited to the dinner dance after the first day of shooting. "Lord Westerdale apologises, he should have made it clearer, both of you are invited to the dinner dance and I'm to get you both matching dresses."

We went to a small backstreet clothes shop owned and run by two women, the clothes were all outlandish but then they did cater for the sex workers of Middlesbrough and further afield. I was measured, I would be easy to fix up, I was the standard thirty-six - twenty-four - thirty-six figure but Sarah would be a little harder to accommodate.

Robert picked out a red silk sheath styles dews for me with T-capped sleeves and high neck at the front but plunging immorally low at the rear. There was a two inch wide netting panel that ran from the rear seam and spiralled around the front of the dress to above the right breast. The open panel passed close to my pussy mound on the left side of the dress; if I'd still been hairy down there the hairs would have clearly shown through the mesh and a bra was impossible because the panel of mesh passed under my left breast, crossed between my breasts and then passed over the top of my right breast and ended at my right shoulder.

"What about you Sarah, would you like a dress like your mums?"

Sarah grinned and nodded her head, the woman measured Sarah and found the smallest dress in the same pattern as the one Robert had chosen for me, the colour was the same; the material was the same but, on the smaller dress the mesh panel was slightly thinner and would around in the opposite direction. Sarah put the dress on and the seamstress put a few pins in different places and took the dress away. Twenty minutes later the dress was returned and Sarah tried it on again. There were several ugly bulges where the seamstress had darted the material but apart from that it fitted her like a glove, just as my dress fitted me.

The dress was taken away again and the excess material was cut away from behind the darting and the dress pressed. We both got red silk covered shoes, mine had six inch high heels and Sarah's were four inch high.

We got an early night; we'd need to catch the first bus out of Middlesbrough to Scarborough in the morning, that bus would go right past the gates to Lord Westerdale's Estate on the Pickering Road.

I had an overnight bag with Sarah's and my own clothing in it while Sarah was carrying a suit bag with our dresses in it.

It was only as we approached the house that Sarah asked me where we were going to sleep tonight.

"I think I've got room number one in the hotel block."

"Whoa mum, do you know what room number one in the hotel block is used for?"

"No darling, what does room number one mean?"

"Mum, that's the room that Lord Westerdale always puts the prostitute he hires to look after his friends sexual needs during the weekend. We'll have men knocking on the door all night long."

Well, Donald did say that he'd try and find you a room in one of the estate worker's houses, he suggested asking the gardener if you could stay in his spare room so you could be closer to Peter!"

Sarah grinned at me but said nothing.

We approached the main manor house and deviated to the left, the hotel block stood between the two wings of the old house at the rear. It was a self-contained hotel that was run as a separate business sleeping up to forty two people but room number one was really outside the hotel's zone of influence, it was the only bedroom on the ground floor, the only bedroom that had an external door rather than a door into the main hotel. Room number one didn't have a view, it looked out on the back of the manor house and as anyone will tell you, the rear view of a posh house is always the worst view. They build them in the 'Fur Coat - no knickers' style of building, everything is front.

Lord Westerdale must have been looking out for me because as I went around the side of the house to the hotel block behind he was waiting there to meet me. He kissed me on my cheek and then he kissed Sarah on her cheek, "Are you beating on the flank with Peter again this year Sarah?"

"Well, that's what Mr. Stewart said I could do sir."

"You should go to his cottage; his father is driving a few people out to the pens to meet Donald and the rest of the beaters shortly."

Sarah handed me the suit bag and turned to head off towards the Gardner's cottage leaving Lord Westerdale and me alone in the quadrangle between the house and the hotel. It didn't take Lord Westerdale long to get me naked once we were in the hotel room, the bed was super king sized and the bedroom was very plush. Few women got to see the inside of the bedroom but lots of men got to use it on special occasions.

We'd just got down to business when the outside door burst open and Sarah walked in with a glum look on her face. She didn't even bat an eyelid at finding me naked under the lord of the manor with him grunting between my thighs, she just walked over and flopped down onto the bed.

"I'm going to need something else to do for the weekend, Peter has got himself a girlfriend and he's taking her out to beat with him!"

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