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Published : 11 October 2020

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Misconduct in Public Office
by Isabella

Story Code: M/f, M+f, M/F, m/f, Outdoorsex, Public sex, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Rape, Underage Sex, Crime

My name is Vicky Clarke and at the moment, I'm shaking like a leaf, I've just spent a week in Crown Court as a witness in a fraud case...I have to say that it isn't what I signed up to when I started working as a clerical assistant to a small team of school inspectors in Cambridgeshire after my youngest child turned eleven years old and moved up to college in Huntingdon, our nearby town. I had trained as an audit clerk in a big firm of accountants before I left work to start a family but that was eighteen years ago so my accounting skills were well out of date but I didn't really need that much skill to count up the numbers of hours worked by the team of ten inspectors, calculate the payment for their milage travelled on business in their own cars \nd submit the results to central accounting. Now that the case has finished in the Crown Court, I can actually tell someone my story without ending up in prison for contempt of court.

My eleven year old son, William, went to school in Huntingdon, the school was a little run down, it had a good reputation in the past but most of the teachers that I remembered at the school when William's sisters attended the same school had gone to be replaced by teachers straight out of teacher training college with little or no experience.

I didn't even know that one of the teams that I looked after clerically was performing an unannounced visit to my son's school until after the visit had ended and a folder with the Fen Lane, Huntingdon, address on the cover landed on my desk late the following Friday afternoon. I stopped late on Fridays because I could get more work done when the office was empty and because the timesheets needed to be input into the system by ten o'clock on a Monday morning if the staff were to get paid on time.

I collected the timesheets from the five members of the team that had visited the school. I had to verify the travel expenses that each team member had submitted. The inspectors all used their own vehicles and they listed the locations that they had visited during the day, my job was to use Bing.com's mapping program, I knew the inspectors home addresses and just added in the first address visited and made a note of the milage and then linked each other address until they returned home and then I totalled the distance for the day and applied the multiplication factor: Tom Patterson drove a Nissan Micra with a small, economical engine so he was entitled to twenty pence a mile while Elizabeth Maitland drove a three litre BMW, she got fifty pence a mile.

Each folder had to have a pricing sheet added after I'd input all of the details into the computer. It was while I was adding the costing sheet into the folder from Fen Lane school that I spotted something out of place, it was an invoice from a company that was addressed to the school, that was in of itself unusual, the team never handled school accounts, just teaching standards and external influences on the educational outcome for students but the most unusual thing was a hand scribbled note on the back of the invoice that read, 'Check this invoice out, Collins is paying this from school funds!'

I hadn't dealt with that kind of invoice for eighteen years but even from my lack of exposure to educational invoices it looked odd. For a start off, the printed header on the invoice was singularly uninformative, 'HL-A1' and the address, 43 Tempsford Road, Sandy, Bedfordshire wasn't much help in identifying what kind of supplies the company had sold to the school, it just had the school's name and address and in the body of the invoice was a list of code numbers with a price at the side of each code number, the total value was six thousand pounds but there was no VAT mentioned.

Because of peculiarities of the British tax system, if something was printed as a reader, it didn't have VAT imposed, if it was part of a work-book that the students had to fill in, it would be twenty percent VAT that the council could claim back from the exchequer if the invoice had been filled out correctly. The invoice had been authorised by the headmaster of the school, Mr Collins, and countersigned as checked by the associate principal Mr Peterson. If the invoice had made it into the system, the invoice would have been paid without question but someone had intercepted it, scribbled a note on it and popped it into our folder without the inspectors knowing anything about it.

I phoned the leader of the inspection team and asked him what he knew about the invoice that had been put into their folder full of notes but no one had spotted anything like that happening while they were at the school.

I didn't pass the invoice on to the County Council's accounts department, I'd wait until Monday morning and see what our department manager thought that I should do about the unusual invoice.

I was out and about on Saturday with my kids in the car when my sat-nav screen told me that I was on the Great North Road and was about to take the first exit on the roundabout and into Tempsford Road and we'd just passed the sign for the village of Sandy, which kind of triggered things in my head.

I said, "Hey kids, keep your eyes peeled for a company called 'HL-A1', it's somewhere on this stretch of the 'A-1'."

William pointed out the old 'Little Chef' roadside diner, it was now a shop selling Adult Supplies, called, 'Happy Love – A1', it also had another name, 'www.SexShopA1.co.uk' as well, "Could that be the place that you're looking for mum?"

I leaned over and ruffled William's hair, "I doubt it darling, the company I'm looking for sells school supplies!"

It definitely got me thinking though, that could explain the dodgy invoice that I'd looked at the day before but for the two senior staff at a government school had signed for the invoice as school supplies, so it couldn't be a sex shop.

I drove to the next junction, my sat-nav reported that the A1 was about to change from 'Tempsford Road' into 'London Road', left the A1 and turned right under the A1 and rejoined it again and drove back along Tempsford Road and the four of us in the car were looking carefully all the way back to the first roundabout, Sarah and Dawn were talking about the sex shop. Unfortunately, not many of the business units along that stretch of the road had numbers for their addresses, just their company names. I reached the roundabout at the start of the Great North Road again and did another full turn, just to check the road one more time but still, the only business that looked like it could be the one I'd asked the kids to look out for was the sex shop, Sarah asked me why I was looking for the sex shop.

I had to fob the kids off a little, told them that it was just something that I was looking into for work but as my daughters had both been through that school and William was a current pupil, I couldn't go into too much detail.

I released the kids into the wild at the shopping centre, they all flooded through the building while I sat at an indoor cafe drinking a coffee and mulling over what my next move should be while the kids filled their shopping trolley with the things that they wanted. I guessed I'd have an hour before Sarah phoned me from the checkout to tell me which cashier they were at so that I could meet them and pay the bill.

I called the head inspector from the team that had been at my son's school all week and told him about my suspicions, we chatted around the issue for a while and then I was told to leave it with him for an hour or so.

I was paying for my kids shopping when my mobile phone sounded, "Do you live close enough to the school to just pop in today?"

I said, "I do, I can be there in thirty minutes!"

"Meet the caretaker of the school in the car park, I've told him that we need to check the fabric of the building...I told him that we noted damp patches in some classrooms last week and as it has just started raining, the custodian has agreed to pop in to school to let you in to look around so that you can see if you can spot where the rain is entering the building...we weren't allowed into the headmaster's office, his assistant head's office or their PA's office, don't make it too obvious but make sure that you get to see in those three rooms if you can."

I was hit by a sudden rush of excitement, I was going to go out on a genuine 'Secret Squirrel' mission but first, I'd have to dump my three brats and a ton of assorted junk off at home before I could meet the school caretaker.

I put my mobile phone on charge in the car so that it would be fully charged when I reached the school, I guessed that I'd need to photograph things that I found, I needed to try and track the six thousand pounds worth of supplies that the headmaster had ordered from the unknown company on the A-1, Britain's longest road. I may find the original order that the headmaster placed with 'HL-A1' in the first instance.

I met Mr Green, the school caretaker, in the car park, he had the school's master key with him and we made our way around the school, unlocking doors with his master hey as we went.

When I reached the door to the headmaster's PA's office, I asked Mr Green to open that door for me, he looked very uncomfortable, "They don't like me going into their offices!"

I had to tread a little carefully, what I was doing was definitely way...way outside of a school inspector's remit.

"The last time you went into any of the three offices, did you notice any water damage?"

He shook his head, "I've only worked here for twenty years, I've never been in any of these offices."

"Isn't that a little strange...what about cleaning...routine maintenance?"

He shook his head again, "They don't allow any of the staff to go into these offices...not cleaners, nor teachers either."

"Isn't that a little unusual?"

Mr Green shrugged his shoulders, "No idea, I came to this job after I was made redundant from British Steel when they closed most of the Corby plant down. No one ever told me exactly what I was supposed to do, there isn't a training scheme you know!"

"Well, I'd like to take a look in all three offices please."

He shrugged his shoulders and put his key in the PA's door lock, "It doesn't fit..." he looked at his key, "...this is a Grand Master Key...it should fit every lock in every school in Cambridgeshire, not just every door in this one school!"

I was frustrated but had to admit defeat and finish looking around the last few classrooms and cupboards in the school.

Once back in my car, I reported back to my boss, I told him that I'd spotted rotting window frames, the school hadn't seen a lick of paint in many years and it was obvious that the roof was badly in need of repair.

My boss told me that we'd have to put things on hold until we could meet in his office on Monday morning, "Oh, and by the way, what time did you start looking for 'HL-A1' this morning?"

"It was ten o'clock this morning when I realised where I was and thought I'd look to see if I could spot the place."

"And it's two o'clock now...I'd like you to fill in a time sheet for today and work out the millage from home, to Sandy, and from Sandy to Fen Lane and back home."

"But I don't fill in timesheets and I don't get paid overtime, I just work a flat forty hours a week!"

"Well, today you were working as an investigator, not a clerical assistant, I'm going to put your time down to the inspection we've been running this week."

I closed the call, I was a little shocked as well as a little impressed, I hadn't expected to gain anything from my little foray into the world of the detective, I was just curious and found myself in the right place at the right time but hey, a ten percent pay rise wasn't to be sniffed at, even if it was just for one week.

I put the whole affair out of my head until Monday morning.

I got into work at my usual time, I was thirty minutes ahead of time as usual for a Monday morning but I needed that head start so that I could be ready when the inspector's swanned in at nine o'clock, I needed to create a new folder for each one of them and the five proforma sheets for them to record their day's visits during that week. At that point, I still didn't know where any of the inspectors were going, how many of them would be working in each team...it was a security measure so that none of the clerical staff could tell a school that they were about to have a surprise inspection.

I put my key in the lock but it didn't work, the door was already unlocked. Tom Patterson was already in the office and he had a packing case full of files, "The boss man asked me to get the files on building maintenance for Fen Lane school, he said that we needed to look into building repairs, roof repairs, decorating...that kind of thing."

"I was at the school on Saturday afternoon in the rain, it looked like there were at least six leaks coming through holes in the roof."

"Well, I haven't had a good look through the files but I've found three different roofing companies that have made repairs to the roof on Fen Lane School in the past six months."

I looked at the three invoices that Tom had already found, it only took me a second to spot something was wrong.

"Have you noticed the date of this repair?"

Tom leaned over my shoulder and checked the invoice I was holding...I suddenly realised that this was the first time any of the men in the team had ever been that close to me, this organisation was definitely an 'At Arm's Length' kind of a group. I felt his breath on my neck and it took me straight back almost twenty years, my husband was senior accountant at the company I worked for when I left school, he liked to lean over my shoulder when I was working for him, he liked to breathe on the back of my neck...the way that Tom was doing at that moment, a shiver of memory ran through my body. John used to give me special jobs to do for him, it always excited me when I was doing something out of the ordinary and John would look over my shoulder while I explained what I'd found "It was a Wednesday...what's unusual about that?"

"Well, you wouldn't find a repair of that kind being done while the school was working, too many kids around to work safely!"

"All three roof repairs all midweek, why was that one unusual?"

"Well, the other two were in the summer, they would have had seven hours of good light to work after the kids went home but the date of the one I'm questioning was parent's evening, it was dark by four-thirty and from six in the evening until eleven o'clock at night, the school was packed out with students and parents wandering around and there definitely weren't any workmen repairing the roof on that particular night!"

I was checking through the various parts of the invoice for the roof repair and saw an unusual reference, the section, 'Our Ref:' was pretty standard, it had three initials followed by eight numbers, the last four of which were the year but the 'Your Ref:' was unusual, it was, 'PE391YD-5' and nothing in that chain meant anything regarding the school.

When my boss arrived he asked me to spend the day going through the maintenance records for the school and sort them into some kind of order. My usual work was passed out to the clerical staff looking after other teams of inspectors so that I could concentrate on my detective work.

Once I started digging into the files from the Fen Lane school I was transported back to my youth, when I was seventeen and started working for an accountant performing audits on companies, both annual as well as special audits for companies looking to buy or sell other companies but back then I was never in on the reason for the audit, I just crunched numbers and chased the missing items and handed the results over to an analyst to do the brainwork but this investigation was more exciting, I knew why I was doing what I was doing and it made the hunt all the more exhilarating.

***

When I started work at Seventeen, I was a bit of an invisible wallflower that no one really noticed but then I met one of the senior partners of the company I worked for, his name was John but staff at my level called him Mr Clarke. I was sitting at my desk eating my lunch, I was the only one in the office, actually, I thought that I was the only one in the building, it was a Friday and the team leaders had taken their teams to the pub for a lunchtime drink but as the office junior and below the legal age to go into a pub, I had stayed at my desk over lunchtime.

I almost jumped out of my skin when Mr Clarke's booming voice barked out, "Where is everyone!"

I felt my head sink into my shoulders as my body tried to make itself as small a target as possible. I managed to scoop what was left of my lunch into my drawer, I couldn't look over my shoulder at him so I had to kick my seat out from under my desk on my trundle wheels and turned the whole set to face him, "I'm sorry Mr Clarke..." I stopped, I wasn't too sure how much 'POETS' day was sanctioned by the senior partners and how much it was an informal thing amongst the team leaders, "...they're all out at a team building lunch sir!"

Joh laughed at my explanation, "When I was just a team leader POETS day started at two o'clock...not twelve o'clock...what's your name?"

I was almost frozen with fear but I managed to stutter out, "Porter sir!"

"First name girl."

Panic was definitely setting in...it crossed my mind, 'Did I actually have a first name?' I managed to gather my wits before I looked too stupid in front of the big boss, "Victoria...Victoria Porter sir."

"Can you give me a very stern look please Victoria?"

That shocked me...shocked me a lot, in fact, just the question changed my face...I would have said more 'Confused' than stern, he laughed again, "That's close enough...now, can you wash all the makeup off of your face and put your hair up into a bun, I need you to look like a 'School Ma'am' from the nineteen hundreds."

The high street had several charity shops selling previously loved clothes and I was taken out on a mini shopping trip, a Harris Tweed long skirt and jacket, the thick tan tights were at least new but the brown brogue shoes were from the fifty pence bin in the Heart Foundation Shop as was the massive handbag...John Clarke had turned me from a seventeen year old office junior into a sixty-plus granny type, he told me how he wanted me to walk, told me exactly how to carry the massive brown handbag...I could see my own grandmother looking back at me in the shop's full length mirror.

It took most of Friday afternoon to get me ready, I wasn't expected to say a word, just to sit at Mr Clarke's side, holding my handbag in both hands as if I was trying to hide my breasts from view.

We drove to an 'Out of Town' business park in the next county, the sign over the factory was T.C. Benson, Specialist Engineers, we were shown into a rather plush office on the first floor, the outer door to the office looked like one hundred year old oak with A. Cunnington, Financial Director painted on it in twenty-four carat gold leaf. That door opened into Alan's 'PA's' office, and she opened Alan's office door for us, Alan's office door had green leather covered adding on the inside of the door, a massive partner desk with a green, tooled leather top and the office chairs were the top of the range, green leather trimmed seats. I fixed a scowl on my face, it was easy really, pulling my hair into a tight bun had given me a headache.

I just sat there while John explained to Alan Cunninton that, following our Audit earlier in the week, "Our Para-legal expert went through the findings with a fine tooth comb..." at that point he looked at me and I imagined that I'd just bitten into a lemon by mistake to further sour my expression, "...I have to tell you...it was all I could do to stop her passing your details on to The City of London Fraud Team to let them deal with things."

The financial director of the small engineering company looked like he was about to have a heart attack. He sat back in his seat and studied me, I looked every inch the officious bitch that would insist on getting her pound of flesh. He formed his fingers into a tent and pressed his fingers into the cute little dimple on his chin before saying, "So where do we go from here John?"

John looked at me again, "For God's sake Alan, she's only scratched the surface and can already see over two hundred thousand pounds adrift, do you have that kind of personal liquidity...you know that the boys in the 'Proceeds of Crime Department' will go after property, cars, jewellery, we've known each other for years, we're in the same lodge, the last thing I want is to see you doing fifteen years for fraud and financial misconduct!"

I had watched lots of gestures from Alan, he was using the secret Masonic signs and signals, trying to call on John to abide by the Masonic code, never to knowingly do harm to a fellow Mason...I was fighting the urge to look at John, I was fixing Alan with an unblinking stare but I could see in my peripheral vision that John was shaking Alan's begging off and looking over at me as if it was my fault that John couldn't just let things slide, one Mason to another.

Alan finally gave up trying to squirm out of trouble, he pressed the speaker button on his desk phone and asked his PA to put him through to Terry Benson, the company chairman.

I sat scowling at Alan as he resigned, he apologised for the short notice he'd given, he claimed that he needed to spend more time with his family, I heard Terry Benson say that he was sorry to lose such a valuable employee and friend but he accepted the resignation and the call was ended.

Alan pressed the call end button and then looked from me to John, "I can get two hundred thousand pounds, will that be enough to make the problem go away?" At that point he looked at me and I bit down on my imaginary lemon again. John nodded his head and Alan called his stockbroker and instructed him to liquidate all of his stocks, shares and bonds and pass the money onto our accounts company for the attention of John Clarke, that call was also ended and Alan said, "I trust that you can feed that amount of cash into Benson's accounts without too many ripples!"

John nodded his head again and that was the end of our meeting with Alan Cunninton.

I held myself in check until I got in John's car and then I burst out laughing as I pulled the pins out of my hair, allowing my hair to fall over my shoulders again and relieving the pressure on my head.

John turned the ignition on and the little computer screen on the centre of the dashboard lit up, it was a text message that was timed at seventeen twenty, ten minutes earlier, it was from Terry Benson, the message was simple, 'Thanks...Terry!'

We drove back to the office, arriving back at our empty car park at twenty past six, John said, "Where's your car?"

I checked my watch, "My car usually waits for me out on the High Street, it's forty feet long, painted turquoise but my chauffeur took it out on a run ten minutes ago and after six o'clock, he won't return for ninety minutes."

John looked worried, "I've made you miss your bus...I'll give you a lift home!"

"I can't go home looking like this, I have to change back into my own clothes before I go home!"

John looked over his shoulder, my own clothes were neatly folded up on the back seat of John's car, "You could change in the back while I'm driving...that's if you're not too shy!"

That caused me to think, if John had been one of my cohort of friends, a boy of my own age...there would have been no way that I'd have got changed in the back of his car, even though I could easily have changed without showing anything. My dress was roomy enough to have pulled on over my 'Old Lady' blouse and skirt, with my arms still inside my dress and strip off under the cover of my dress before wriggling my arms out through the armholes of my dress...but I wasn't with a boy of my own age, I was with a man, closer to my father's age...and, more importantly, I was unbelievably turned on by my play acting in front of Alan Cunnington, it had been exhilarating to watch a criminal resigning from a job with a six figure salary and handing back up to two hundred thousand pounds to my boss and now that John had suggested that I get changed into my own clothes in the back seat of his car as he drove me home, that exhilaration had turned into something more sexual...I was turned on and was about to do something reckless.

I squeezed through the gap between the two front seats, I could have slipped into the seat behind John, that would have put me in his blind spot but I was turned on and I wasn't used to that feeling and it was making me act out of character. Instead of taking the seat behind John and using my dress as a shield, I slipped into the rear nearside seat where John could possibly see me in his peripheral vision or get a better look at me through his rear view mirror. I didn't use my dress as a shield either, I just slipped my second hand tweed jacket off and then slipped out of the tweed skirt, I then looked into the reflection of John's eyes in his rear view mirror as I unbuttoned my 'Granny' blouse, I was now just wearing my virgin white underwear as I slowly went through my pile of clothes hoping that I wouldn't qualify to wear virgin white underwear for much longer!

I spotted John taking several looks in my direction as I sat in the back of his car in just my knickers and bra, I was really taking my time putting my dress back on while giving John directions to my village.

I was fully dressed by the time we reached my village, John said, "I'll take the outfit with me and get it cleaned and pressed, I might need to use you in a future job...how would you like to go out with me tomorrow for lunch?"

I was totally shocked, no one had ever invited me out for a lunch date before...I was feeling very grown up all of a sudden, I was so taken aback by John offering to take me out to lunch that I lost my sensibility and forgot to answer his offer.

John looked over his shoulder, "Vicky...are you okay? Vicky...Vicky..."

***

"Victoria, are you okay...you seem to have drifted off for a moment!"

"Sorry Tom, I was just planning something out in my head, when I went to Fen Lane School on Saturday, I couldn't get into the headmaster's office suite and I think that I really do need to bluff my way in there to have a nosey around, there's a reason that no one is allowed to see in those three offices, I was planning on heading over to Fen Lane in the morning and ask for an appointment to see Mr Collins, I'll tell the receptionist that I think my William is being bullied and want an appointment to talk about it with the headmaster."

I had to make a dash for the toilet, when I was seventeen and had been turned on for the very first time by my playacting, my inexperience had meant that I didn't have many external signs of my sexual excitement but after I lost my virginity to John Clarke, I discovered just how much fun sex could be, I was thirty seven years old now and had three kids, there had been a lot of exciting sex in my life over the past twenty years and now, whenever I got turned on, my nipples would stand out three quarters of an inch and my pussy would drool so much that it felt like I had pissed myself and I knew of old that I would have to change my knickers or I'd get incredibly sore.

In the toilet I masturbated myself to take the edge off of my excitement, I dried myself carefully and was about to put my emergency knickers from my handbag on but found that I was still drooling from my pussy so I returned to my desk without any knickers on.

I went back to working through the building maintenance files, I found an invoice from a decorating company with the same 'PE391YD-5' reference, there was also a groundwork company that had submitted an invoice for trenching and repairing drains, lots of bills for premixed concrete deliveries to the school, I found invoices for building materials like bricks, window frames, wooden beams and glass and all of the invoices shared the same reference code 'PE391YD-5'.

I found another two similar reference numbers for similar work and materials and the other two reference numbers both started with 'PE' but after that the other two numbers were different. I was on a sexual high all afternoon, I'd definitely wasted my time earlier masturbating, by the time I was going home after work, my inner drool was trickling down my inner thighs so much so that I rushed home to make my marital demands on my husband...it would be tricky getting my wicked way with my husband, I'd have to get the kids out of the house for an hour or two or I'd have to wait until the kids were well asleep before I'd be able to get John's sexual attention...not like it was in the early days...as I drove home my mind drifted back to the day that I lost my virginity, the day after my first ever experience of being sexually turned on.

***

My mother was bugging me all morning, she wanted to know why I couldn't go shopping with her, ever since I was very little, I'd accompanied my mother on her ritual shopping trip on Saturday mornings, we'd look around the clothing stores in the morning and then have lunch in the large department store and after we'd eaten we would shop for food for the week...just dry goods and canned goods though, all of our meat and vegetables came from local farms around our village.

I waited until my mother left to catch the bus before I got ready for my lunch date with John Clarke. I had a drawer full of white bra and knickers sets, just one splash of colour, a boy who fancied me gave me a sexy lingerie set for my seventeenth birthday...his way of telling me that he'd like to see me in just the sexy underwear I guess but it didn't work...fortunately I'd unwrapped the gift as he gave it to me, I thanked him for the gift but hid it from my parents, it was at the bottom of my drawer, still wrapped in its unopened cellophane wrapper.

I pulled the bra on, it was a little small for me really, I had more breast sticking out over the top of the bra cups than were inside and the knickers pinched a little, I looked at myself in my full length mirror...to me, I didn't look the least bit sexy. I raided my mother's wardrobe for a sheer white blouse and a short black wrap-over skirt...I even borrowed her black high heeled shoes.

I checked myself in my mirror again, I looked at my reflection, my hair trained and pinned to within an inch of its life, my face had more paint on it than a Picasso painting. I'd plastered foundation down my neck and over my cleavage to make my skin look slightly tanned and flawless but I'd buttoned my mother's sheer blouse up to the neck and it just looked wrong so I unfastened the top two buttons and opened the neck slightly...two opened buttons looked good, I unfastened the third, two looked good, three looked better, now I could see the lace trim around my bra cups peeking out of the open neck.

I swished my hips, the front of the skirt slipped open a little and there was a flash of my stocking tops, I smiled at the effect, one word popped into my head, 'WHORE' .

Stripping down to my bra and knickers in the back of John's car had elicited today's lunch date...would John take the hint...seeing me dressed the way I was and take the next step...take me...make me into a woman.

I stood looking out of the window, waiting for John to turn up in his posh car that cost him more than our cottage was worth.

I watched the sleek black car glide almost silently to a halt in front of my house and then there was the sound of a car horn

***

That wasn't right...John didn't pap his hooter to tell me that he was there, he came to the door to ring the bell, John was a gentleman, not some horny seventeen year old boy-racer on a pickup...there it was again, two papps of the hooter and angry shouting from behind me.

I was sitting at the traffic lights, they were on green and the rush hour traffic behind me was getting angry because I was just sitting there having my daydream and the green lights were changing back to red and no one had moved on the green because of me!

The way that I was distracted I was a danger on the highway and I was in the queue waiting to join Huntingdon Road, that road was at the end of the M-11, Huntingdon Road was a seventy mile an hour road like the motorway but it didn't have the safety features of the motorway. I couldn't escape my fate, there was no way out of the traffic queue that I'd already made extremely angry by holding them up for a full change of lights...I knew that around a quarter of a mile along Huntingdon Road there was a cemetery that I knew quite well, three members of my close family were permanent residents.

I forced myself to stay in the moment until I could get out of the flow of traffic, a wall of cars, just inches apart, all trying to get up to seventy miles an hour. I took the off ramp into the cemetery, my mind focussed on the car park inside the cemetery, at this time of day, the cemetery was bound to be empty...I could seek a little privacy and try and massage my head back into the game, I'd masturbated earlier in the morning but that had done me no good at all because I'd gone right back to the activity of tracking down a suspected criminal through his financial records and turned myself on all over again and as I was driving along I remembered that I wasn't wearing knickers...my pussy hadn't been dry enough to put my spare knickers on all day.

I knew the parking space that I wanted from previous visits to my family at the cemetery, a private little corner that, if the car park was empty, I'd feel safe to take the edge off of my sexual frustration, my nipples were already growing in anticipation and then I saw a car was already in the parking space that I wanted to use for privacy.

I parked in a more public space and decided to take a walk, if I couldn't masturbate, perhaps I could walk my frustrations off. I walked past the back of the car parked in the private spot and realised why that car was parked in the spot that I wanted, I realised that the occupants had a similar need to myself, but unlike me, there were two in that car, they were in the back seat and they were fucking like rabbits.

Shit, I was turned on before but seeing the couple fucking in the back seat of the parked car took me from a level nine on the sexual frustration scale, I'd just been pushed past a level twenty, the trickle of drool flowing from my pussy was now more like a flood, I'd probably need to walk for an hour to work things out of my system...well, to get myself to a place that I'd feel safe enough to drive the rest of the way home at least.

I forced myself to stop looking at the couple fucking in the back of the car and deviated my path so that I was walking down the other side of the bush that was screening the left hand side of the car from the main path through the cemetery and started walking. I almost jumped out of my skin as a voice came out of nowhere, "It's nice to see a young couple fucking isn't it?"

I jumped a little and felt a movement in my bra as my nipples grew even harder and longer, swelling out to their full size in a millisecond. I tried to make it look like I hadn't noticed the voice from deep in the bushes and just kept on walking. After finding the other car in the car park, I had hastily re-planned my options, instead of sitting in my car and looking after my own needs, I decided to walk through the cemetery and out onto the lane behind, it was a very quiet lane behind the cemetery leading to Menzies Cambridge Golf Club, five hundred yards away and if that walk wasn't far enough, I could turn left into Oakington Road and walk to the village of Dry Drayton, a walk of around a mile...perhaps a little further but when I realised that the voyeur that had been hidden in the bushes watching the teenagers fucking had now stepped out of his hiding place and was following me, I changed my mind about walking out on the lane behind the cemetery, I changed the way that I was walking too...

I always wore four inch heels to work but when I drove I changed into flats, it changed the way that I walked, in the office I walked elegantly but couldn't walk very far, in my flat shoes, I walked like a housewife and mother...flat footed and almost stomping as I walked but I could walk for miles in my flat shoes...it was harder to walk elegantly in flat shoes, I had to exaggerate the walk, my upper body twisting and turning as I walked, with each step I caught a glimpse of the man in my peripheral vision as he followed me, a massive grin on his face.

I could feel the slick rivers of lubricant running down my inner thighs rubbing together and imagined that they would be causing quite a froth of expectation between my legs at the speed that I was walking so I slowed down a little.

I headed for the area of the cemetery that my relatives were buried, I had walked those paths many times before and the familiarity allowed me to drift back to my memories of losing my virginity...

***

I was standing at my living room window watching for John to turn up, almost to the second of the agreed time, his car pulled up in front of the house silently, he was walking to the front door but I beat him to it, I smiled at him as I turned to pull the door closed, when I turned back to face him, I stopped turning but my mother's skirt didn't, it continued in its rotation, causing the wrap over to open, exposing the dark band at the top of my stockings as well as a little of my white upper thigh.

John whistled, a genuine 'Wolf Whistle' which caught me as funny coming from a fifty year old man...I blushed but smiled again, "Do I look better than I did yesterday at T.C. Benson's?"

John shook his head, "Not just better...if I had taken you to Alan Cunnington's office dressed like that yesterday, he wouldn't have resigned and paid back almost a quarter of a million pounds, he would have pushed me out of his office and fucked you over his posh desk until you couldn't walk for the rest of the day!"

John suddenly looked worried, "Was it okay to say...that...you know..." he whispered, "...fuck!"

I laughed at his sudden lack of confidence and nodded my head as I thought, 'It's about time I felt what a fuck was like, not just hearing the word for a change'.

John opened the front passenger door for me to get in the car, a few boys had done that for me before, I knew that not one of them was being a gentleman, they were all hoping to catch a glimpse of my knickers under my short skirt as I got into their car. As I got into John's car, I wasn't trying to be careful or demure and as I climbed into John's car the natural thing happened and I gave John a massive flash...not just the dark band at the top of my stockings...not just the three inches of alabaster flesh at the top of my thigh but a hint of lilac lace around the leg hole of my knickers as well.

I left myself uncovered until John closed the door for me and then I covered myself up. I saw the computer screen on the dashboard light up, John was standing behind the car using his mobile phone, I could hear everything going on because of the Bluetooth connection. John was asking for our lunch booking to be put back thirty minutes, I saw him look through the back window of the car at me as I held my borrowed skirt closed, "...Can I make that an hour please, I'm being held up at the moment...sorry?"

The manager at the restaurant agreed to moving our lunch appointment back an hour and I saw John smile in my direction.

We drove out of the village but not by far, fifty yards along the main road there was an open gateway into a corn field, the corn was ripe and almost ready for harvest so the farmer had left the gate open to make it easier when he moved his combine harvester over to the field.

John swung the car into the gateway, as soon as the rear bumper of the car was clear of the hedgerow, John stopped the car. He jumped out and ran around the back of the car, he opened my door and pulled me out. There was a hungry look on his face...I'd seen that look on the faces of boys who were desperate for sex but I'd never given into a boy before but then...John wasn't a boy...John was a man and I felt that my time was right.

John pulled me around to the front of the car, we were actually standing in corn that was waist high when John pushed me face down on the bonnet of his car. The back of my skirt was lifted and the back of my knickers pulled down. I felt the heat of John's cock against my bottom, he wiggled his hips from side to side and I felt the warm, wet, tip of his cock rubbing from my left bum cheek to my right and then back again. I felt the head of his knob pressing between the tops of my thighs and then he suddenly stopped, "Are you on the pill?"

My inner voice screamed out, 'Tell him that you are or he might not do you!'

I hesitated, my inner voice had a very valid point but in the end I decided to tell the truth, "No, I'm not on the pill...sorry."

I suddenly felt deflated, he backed his cock away a little, just a fraction slipped back out between my inner thighs, he was changing his mind because I wasn't on the pill and then he paused the withdrawal, "when was your last period?"

If I'm honest, having an older man like John asking me when my last period was took me by surprise...being a typical gauche teenager, I doubted that my father would have any idea what a girl's period was.

I mumbled, "I'm due to 'Come-on' Next Tuesday or Wednesday...why?"

John brightened up and said with a very happy voice, "Safe enough!" As he rammed his abdomen hard against my buttocks!

I had a lightening flash of inspiration, 'I should tell John that I'm a virgin!' and suddenly, in a blinding flash of pain...I wasn't a virgin anymore!

When John had pushed me face down on the bonnet of his car, my nose was pressed onto the shiny black paintwork, as the pain wracked my body, I turned my head to one side so that I could take larger gulps of air into my lungs...I'd managed to control myself when the pain hit me, I hadn't screamed out although I bloody well wanted to and now I was gasping for air to try and reduce the pain as John hammered his abdomen against my buttocks and his cock harder and harder into my cunt and as I gasped, John said, "Bloody hell, you get off fast...is it because we're doing it out here in the open with thousands of cars driving past?"

I opened my eyes, I hadn't given the main road a second thought because I was in such a hurry to lose my virginity, now, with my head turned towards my village, I realised that I could see the bedroom windows of at least a dozen houses in my village, houses of people that knew me...knew my family and all it would take is for someone to be standing at one of those windows and...and...and...

I suddenly lost my train of thought, the pain from the first assault on my pussy had lessened with each powerful thrust of his cock into my body and now there was a feeling of pleasure, like no feeling I'd ever felt before...like no pleasure that I could ever imagine...I had naturally tried to give myself pleasure with my fingers, what seventeen year old girl hadn't and I had thought that what I'd done to myself had been the height of pleasure...until now that is. I was back to gasping for air again but this time it wasn't to mitigate pain, I was having what 'Cosmopolitan Magazine' called an orgasm.

Things got even more pleasurable when John stopped pressing down on my shoulders, pressing my chest into German steel, he moved his hands from my shoulders and eased them under my ribs, he lifted my chest slightly and started working on my tits with his hands, mauling them both. The slight change in our body positions relative to each other changed the feeling in my pussy because John had straightened up a little, he wasn't humping into me quite so hard or so fast but the whole package was even more pleasurable than it was before. I had let boys touch my tits before, through my clothes of course, but never for very long, I was always very careful not to inflame the boy's passion but boys that I knew would never know how to work a girl's breasts the way that John was working mine.

The blouse was so sheer that John's mauling had popped the last few buttons open and now he was pulling the cups of my bra down, hooking them under my breasts and that should have been uncomfortable but it increased the intensity of my pleasure.

We were like that for ten full minutes and I was on a rollercoaster ride from one orgasmic peak to the next and suddenly John's cock was gone. There was a flurry of activity, my tits were dropped onto the warm bonnet of the car but only momentarily, I suddenly found myself lifted away from the car, John turned me over onto my back as if I was a rag doll and he dropped me back onto the bonnet of his car, as my bare buttocks hit the nosecone, his lips hit mine and he was probing between my legs with his cock again.

My hips were tilted down because of the angle of the BMW's bonnet and he couldn't get his cock into me. He was still kissing me as he reached down, my knickers were around my knees, preventing him parting my thighs wide enough to get in, so he ripped the left side seam of my knickers, allowing them to slide down my right leg and drop over my foot to the ground.

My hips were still tilted down though, I felt the head of his cock bumping against the entrance to my cunt so, once again, John let go of my tits and used both of his hands to lift my knees up, he spread them wide apart and pressed them down at the sides of my ribs, he broke our kiss just long enough to tell me to hold my legs in place.

I wrapped my forearms around the backs of my knees, holding myself wide open for him as he finally lined his cock up with my cunt again...his cock entering my cunt as his tongue entered my mouth, giving me my first taste of kissing with tongues.

When I was face down and being fucked, I'd thought his cock was massive but now that I was on my back, folded almost in half, his cock felt even bigger...in my mind I imagined that his cock was the size of a baseball bat because it was so fat and so long. We'd been fucking for thirty minutes, we'd changed positions and still I hadn't seen his cock...but I'd certainly felt it okay.

Fifteen more minutes of fucking and he changed again, he pushed his body up, leaving me flat on my back on his bonnet, my legs still held tightly at the sides of my ribs. The alteration in position made his cockhead rub against the roof of my vagina as he rocked backwards and forwards, he pulled my blouse fully open exposing my upper body almost totally, the only bits of me still covered were my shoulders.

He looked down at me, "You look fucking fantastic baby!"

Just at that moment, an eighteen wheeler drove past on the main road, it was a European truch, putting the driver high up and on the left hand side of the truck, as he passed just a foot away from John's rear bumper, he spotted us and he sounded his hooter, the massive kind that they mounted on the roof of the cab of some very large trucks.

I stood no chance of seeing the driver because he was above my head and anyway, he had already passed us by but the reflected sound of his huge hooters coming back from the flat surfaces of the bedroom windows in my village made me look in that direction...a truck sounding his hooters on the main road would certainly draw the attention of anyone in one of those twelve houses.

Knowing that we'd been seen fucking spurred John on, he leaned forward slightly and started humping at the speed that he had started fucking me when he first entered me from behind. I rocketed to the most powerful orgasm so far...I felt added heat as his sperm left his cock at high speed and filled my body and then, with one final massive gasp, I blacked out for a moment and when I returned to the real world, John was standing a foot away from me wiping his cock clean with my torn knickers.

When I blacked out my arms released my legs so I was now quite uncomfortable, legs dangling down over the front bumper and my back arched over his bonnet, following the designer's contours of the car. He lifted one leg, pulled me wide open and looked into my cunt, he started mopping the mess between my legs, "I'm sorry Vicky but I think I was a little too rough on you, I think I've started your period a few days early!"

I lifted my head and looked down my body, "No...I don't think that you were being too rough, you just took my virginity...that's all!"

John burst out laughing, "I know that your village is a little off the beaten track but how does a woman get to your age and still be a virgin..." His laughing suddenly stopped, he stopped mopping blood and semen from between my legs and he had a serious look on his face, "...wait a minute...just how old are you?"

"Seventeen!"

John sighed a very long, drawn out, "F...u...c...k...i...n...g H...e...l...l!"

The smile returned to his face, "You look far too big to be seventeen...when I was seventeen, girls of my age were so much smaller...smaller all over...I'd never have gotten my cock into a seventeen year old girl back then..." John's face grew a bemused look, "...you do know that I'm almost three times your age don't you, around here, I'd be old enough to be your grandfather!"

I nodded my head, I was seventeen and my mother was thirty-five and my grandmother was only fifty. My grandfather would have been seventy though...if he had survived to that age but he didn't even reach retirement age before he passed away.

I pushed myself up off of the car's bonnet and stood there lifting my breasts back into my bra cups, my bra didn't feel quite so tight anymore, I gave John an awkward look as I started to pull my blouse closed but before I got the chance to tuck my blouse into the waistband of my skirt, John said, "I'm sorry, I've ruined your bra...you'd probably be better off just taking it off all together!"

I looked back to the village before I slipped my arms out of my blouse, I stood there wearing just my bra before reaching behind my back and unfastening the clasp. I let my bra drop to the floor, John stopped me putting my blouse back on, he stood in front of me and kissed my breasts all over, concentrating on my nipples, kissing them. Sucking them and then biting them. For the first time in my life, on a warm day, my nipples started to grow and as they grew, he sucked them deeper into his mouth.

I checked my watch, tapped John on his shoulder, "I think we're going to be late for lunch John!"

Actually, at the rate that we were going, we'd be in time for dinner if we weren't careful!

John reluctantly let my nipples go free and I put my blouse back on, I tucked it into the waistband of my skirt and fastened the bottom three buttons, the three buttons that John's rough handling of my breasts had caused to pop and now the buttonholes were stretched, giving me little confidence in their staying power, I was about to fasten the next button but John stopped me, "Leave the top three buttons open, I like you looking like that!"

Once again, John opened the door for me to get into his car...once again, my wrap-over skirt fell open but this time, t didn't expose delicate lilac lace leg holes, it exposed wisps of pubic hair. I left my skirt open again until John closed my door and then I pulled the right hand side closed again, the way I'd done when I first got into his car.

John climbed in the driving seat, he slipped the transmission into reverse and backed out of the field, out onto the main road, he slipped into forward drive and as his hand left the gear shifter, he pulled the right hand flap of skirt open again.

As we drove into town, John had one hand on the steering wheel and the other playing in my pussy.

We were fifteen minutes late for our reservation, John apologised to the waiter at the door, John was being told that we were too late to eat now until he saw me behind John, my blouse was so sheer that the man in the restaurant could see my breasts through my blouse and he made no secret that he was enjoying the view as he said, "Okay Mr Clarke, I'll talk to the chef, ask him to work a little late just this once."

John asked me if I wanted a starter, I nodded my head, "Do you think they have baked camembert?"

John smiled at me, "Do you like garlic mushrooms?"

"There okay...why?"

"Well, I get a little turned on when I eat garlic...so I was planning on having the garlic mushrooms for my starter but it would be antisocial of me to eat garlic if you aren't eating it too!"

I smiled and nodded my head, I'd had garlic mushrooms before, the garlic wasn't particularly strong, just button mushrooms in breadcrumbs really dressed with a light garlic butter sauce.

The waiter stood at my side, he was looking down at my breasts as he took our order, John was holding my hand across the table as he ordered two garlic mushrooms for our starters, then he looked into my eyes, squeezed my hand to get my attention and once I was looking into his eyes, he flicked his look to the waiter's lower body. I turned my upper body slightly and looked at the front of the waiter's trousers, there was no hiding the level of the waiter's excitement.

John looked up at the waiter's face as he said, "And two spaghetti bolognaise for our main course please."

I looked from the bulge in the waiter's trousers up to his face and gave him a sweet smile.

As the waiter walked away, I turned my upper body back to face John. He looked from my eyes, looked lower down my body, he grinned at me, I looked down as well, turning my upper body while sitting in the chair had caused the first of the closed buttons to open, all by itself. I also noticed that my nipples had grown once again, they looked like two little cocks pressing my blouse out. My blouse looked like the kind of thing that a young, hopeful, starlet might wear to an Oscar prize evening but fortunately, both of my breasts were still encased in my sheer blouse so I didn't bother closing that button.

John leaned over the table and he kissed me before sitting back down again, "So, how was it for you...how was your first time being fucked?"

I actually felt my face blushing, I looked down, the reddening had reached my neck and was moving down over my chest.

John chuckled and then he said, "You don't need to be embarrassed, you were fucking fantastic, no one would have ever believed that it was your first time...hey, I'll bet that waiter guy is out in the kitchen wanking off while thinking about your fantastic tits."

It was my turn to chuckle now, John's total comfort talking about sex was very refreshing, my mother and father never discussed sex with each other, my mother certainly never talked to me about sex...well, apart from warning me never to get too close to a boy or to let a boy get too close to me. In fact, my mother had never even mentioned a girls period to me before my own period hit me when I was eleven years old.

The waiter returned to the restaurant area having delivered our order to the chef, the only other diner in the restaurant was about to leave, he paid his bill, handed over the tip for good service and left, John beckoned the waiter over, can we have a bottle of water and two glasses please?"

The waiter made a big thing of looking at my tits again for a few moments before leaving us to get our water.

John grinned at me again, "Can you smell that?"

"What?"

"I can smell the garlic, the chef is cooking our starters..." John's grin widened, "...what do you think of the waiter?"

What do you mean?"

"Would you like him to be the second man to fuck you?"

I felt that blush turning my face red again.

John's mouth lost the grin momentarily, "I'm really turned on right now!"

I heard the kitchen door open and close, the waiter was approaching our table, John let go of my hand, both of his hands were now under the table, I felt john's hands on my knees, as the waiter closed in on us, John gently parted my knees, causing the right hand side of my skirt to fall open...once again, the wisps of hair were peeping out from my open wrap-over skirt.

John gestured with his head towards the waiter, I turned my upper body again and saw his cock jump in his trousers as he saw my exposed right thigh under the table, it wasn't lost on the waiter that John was holding my legs apart to show off more of my lower body to him.

It took the waiter an age to pour our water and head back to the kitchen. When I turned to face John again, I realised that my blouse had popped another button open, now my blouse was only being held closed by one button and the fact that it was tucked into the waistband of my skirt.

"John, why does the smell of garlic turn you on so much?"

"It all stems from when I was twelve years old, we had a French au-pair, she walked in on me in my bedroom, I was using a pair of her dirty knickers to wank myself off into. When she saw the size of my cock, she soon took me into bed and taught me all about sex, I slept with her every night for a whole year before my parents caught us and sent her packing...mind you, my dad had been trying to get into her knickers for most of that year but she had me to fuck her so she knocked him back every time."

"Still doesn't explain why garlic turns you on!"

Eva ate garlic three times a day and when I fucked her, it was like swimming in a sea of garlic!"

Our conversation was cut short by the sound of the kitchen door opening again, I looked over my shoulder, turning my upper body even more than before, this time, I actually felt the last button of my blouse pop open, the waiter was carrying just one dish, carrying it in both hands, I thought that he was serving us one at a time to double the amount of time that he could look at my exposed body but I was wrong, the door didn't close behind him because the chef was following with the other starter, we were being served by two men, the chef obviously thought that as he was doing all of the work, he deserved a little of the pleasure as well.

I was served by the chef while the waiter served John. I heard the chef say, "Bloody hell!" under his breath and he bent over to serve me as well as get a closer look at my goodies.

This dish wasn't what I'd expected it to be, there were no little button mushrooms in breadcrumbs with a light garlic butter sauce, this was a soup bowl full of all different kinds of cooked mushrooms and covered in a thick garlic sauce, a very garlicky sauce. John and I were left alone to eat our starter, John ate all of his but I ate less than half of mine, John actually finished my starter off for me with great relish.

John smiled at me as he mopped the last of the garlic sauce with a bit of bread, "The waiter is watching us, why don't you pop off to the toilet for a few minutes?"

I thought that John wanted me out of the way to plan something special for me with the waiter...I thought, "What the hell, John has already given me more pleasure than I could ever imagine possible...why shouldn't I put my body in his hands and take as much pleasure out of the day as I could get..I doubted that our relationship would last much beyond this evening, after all, John had got what he wanted from me and I'd got what I wanted from him, I was sure that a man of John's age would take his fun and then run back to his wife and kids and I'd be left to look towards boys of my own age, boys that I'd already rejected many times but now I was armed with knowledge...carnal knowledge...I could teach one of the callow youths from my village how to make love to a girl.

I pushed my chair back and headed to the passageway that ran down the side of the kitchen to the toilets at the back of the building. I hadn't realised that there was another doorway from the kitchen out into that passage. Just as I approached that door, the waiter stepped out of it, he blocked my path and reached out for my tits, I looked back along the passage, John had changed his seat, he could now see down the passageway, see me and the waiter standing at the back door to the kitchen. I was pushed up against the wall, he was pushing his knee between my legs, I gave John a worried look, he formed his right hand into a fist and extended the index finger of his left hand and then he mimed the act of masturbation, not the way a girl masturbated, the way a man did it...John was telling me to wank the waiter off, right there in the passageway to the toilets, so I did, I unzipped his trousers and as he released my tits and started eating them, I took his cock out and started rubbing him.

I was rubbing his cock with one hand and stroking the back of his head with the other, encouraging him to work my breasts harder as I took him to the edge of his orgasm. I kept looking at John, he was now miming hand clapping as he nodded his encouragement at me. We were suddenly joined in the passage by the chef, he just waded straight in, his hand went straight between my legs as he pulled my head, bringing my mouth over to his, he rammed two fingers into my cunt and he started masturbating me as I was masturbating the waiter.

I pulled my mouth away from the chef's and looked at John again, he put his left index finger into his mouth and started pushing it in and pulling it out again. I'd heard of blow-jobs, many of my girlfriends at school had described how they looked after their boyfriends with their mouths and in the past I'd just smiled and nodded my head agreeing with every word they said, as if I'd done the same thing myself.

Well, I knew the theory, I'd talked about it many times with girls at school and like losing my virginity, I had to do it at some time so I squatted down, pulling my pussy away from the chef's fingers. I didn't have to open the chef's trousers; he already had his cock out in anticipation. I continued wanking the waiter as I took the chef's cock in my mouth and learned how to suck a cock as I went along.

The waiter tapped the back of my head, I pulled my mouth off of the chef's cock and looked up at him, he pulled my mouth over to his cock so I started sucking him and was masturbating the chef. Between the two men they turned me so that my back was to the main restaurant area. The chef encouraged me to alter my stance, he pulled me up so that instead of squatting in front of them, my legs were now straight and I was bending at the waist, I started to alternate sucking first one man and then the other and each time, the man that I wasn't sucking, I was massaging his cock for him.

I felt a movement behind me, I felt a hand on my bottom, felt the back of my skirt being lifted, John had joined us in the passageway...

***

"I said...are they relatives of yours?"

I opened my eyes, I was standing in front of my grandfather's grave, my grandmother on his left and my great uncle on his right, I looked over my shoulder, he was younger than I'd expected from his voice in the bushes, he was only twenty years old if he was a day.

I said, "My grandparents and one of my great uncles!"

I looked down at my bottom, he had lifted the back of my skirt and was stroking my buttocks...my naked buttocks...with his left hand, he used his right hand to lift my chin, he kissed me on the lips while I was looking over my shoulder. As our lips parted, he said, "Here on your grandparents or over there on the sarcophagus of Lord Bennet?"

I smiled at him, his forwardness and sexual confidence reminded me of John before we had kids and John removed all traces of garlic from his diet.

I turned my head away from him and looked at my grandfather's tombstone. I shuffled forward and rested my abdomen against the block of highly polished marble, I leaned forward and he took me from behind, he fucked me out in the open for just ten minutes before he filled my pussy and left me. I was still bent over the grave stone, we hadn't even exchanged names or any other personal details.

I stopped there, my skirt had been lifted over my lower back, my arse on display to anyone who might be passing but no one did.

I used a tissue to dry my cunt a little, he was very productive, felt like a gallon of spunk had been pumped up my cunt but it was probably less than a dessert spoon full.

I left the cemetery car park and drove around a mile towards Huntingdon; there was a large out of town store in a business complex. I went into the store and bought a single bulb of garlic, I used my fingernails to separate two segments, peeled the skin off of both of them, popped one segment in my mouth and started chewing on it, the second peeled segment I took back to my car, I dropped the un-needed bulb in the bin on the way and the second peeled segment was slipped into my vagina once I got seated behind the steering wheel of my car.

I drove the rest of the way home with the tingle of raw garlic on my pussy and the foul taste of so much raw garlic in my mouth as I chewed the segment without swallowing the bulk.

I pulled up on the drive outside my house, I spat the garlic in my mouth out on the garden and stood for a moment looking up at the bedroom windows, there were three different musical sounds coming from the bedroom windows, two were different pop songs coming from my daughters bedrooms, the third was electronic game music from my son's bedroom. I stood while nature took its course and expelled the segment of garlic that I'd pushed up there for the drive home.

I looked down at the garlic segment on the garden path, it was covered in slime that was actually frothing as it lay there, I kicked the segment into the flowerbed, hiding it deep in the foliage.

I walked into the living room, John was sitting in his comfortable chair, as he usually was most days since his retirement, he was reading a novel. John looked at me over the top of his glasses as I walked into the room, I stopped, closed the living room door and kicked the wedge that usually held the door open under the door. John said, "You're home late darling!"

"I'm sorry darling but I had a meatball marinara at lunch time and the cafe put too much garlic in the sauce...I've been driven mad all day at work so I had to stop off on the way home to get rid of the itch!"

John smiled at me, "How strong was the sauce?"

I blew in his direction, he sniffed up, I was twenty feet away from him but he got the full effect of the garlic that I'd just chewed. I saw the instant reaction in his trousers as his cock stood to attention. "So, did you stop somewhere to masturbate?"

I stopped off at the cemetery to use the car park but there were people around...you know me, I'm a little shy so I took a walk, I was looking for a private place to do myself but a man followed me. When we were out of sight, he spoke to me, he had a lot of garlic on his breath too. He fucked me on my grandfather's grave...he'd eaten so much garlic that I'll bet his spunk tastes of garlic too."

John looked at the living room door, he saw that I'd kicked the wooden wedge under the door to prevent it opening, he calmly put his book down, stood up slowly, I said, "Once the kids realise that I'm home, they'll be hunting for food."

John's sloth like movements suddenly sped up, he threw me onto the sofa and buried his head between my legs, eating the strangers spunk from my cunt.

"Wow, you're right...his spunk has a heavy taste of garlic..." John suddenly jumped, his lips covering mine, his tongue pushing garlic and spunk into my mouth, "...you taste of garlic too!"

Johns cock forced its way into my body, he was over sixty now but he still had the biggest cock of any man I'd ever had sex with...and I'd had sex with a hell of a lot of men!"

Fortunately John drove the sexual frustration out of my body and he filled my belly for the second time that afternoon before the kids tried to get into the living room.

I released the wedge from under the door, Sarah said, "What was wrong with the door mum?"

I looked over at John, "I wanted a few minutes of private time with your father before I cooked dinner."

Sarah smiled at me and she nodded her head...knowingly!

I went into the kitchen to start cooking and Sarah followed me in, she did something that was unusual for her...she actually closed the kitchen door behind her. I didn't believe that my daughter knew how to close a door when she entered a room, she had worked out how to open one...like the light switch, she had worked out how to turn a light on but I'd never known her to turn one off, even at bed time, Sarah would go to sleep with the light burning and if I didn't check her room when I went to bed and turn her light off, it would still be on when she returned from school the following day.

Sarah sidled up to me, she looped her arm over my shoulder, "Mum, can I ask you something?" she pulled away from me and wafted her hand under her nose, "God mum, what's that smell?"

I didn't look at her, I smiled the smile of a sexually satisfied woman, "That my darling daughter...is the smell of..." I was about to say sex, mainly because to her father, garlic really was the smell of sex, "...garlic!"

"Oh my god...it stinks, we're not having any of that for our dinner are we?"

"No dear, I just ate some because your father loves the smell of it."

"Well then, how come I've never smelt it before?"

"Because we save it for special occasions dear...now, what did you want to ask me?"

There was a pause...a heavy sigh and then Sarah said, "Weeeellll...can I ask you how old you were when my grandfather let you have a boyfriend?"

I stopped preparing the food and looked at her, "Your grandfather still wouldn't tell me that I was allowed to have a boyfriend, he would never talk about anything like that."

Sarah looked really disappointed at that reply so I jumped in again, "What are you trying to ask me darling?"

There was another long drawn out, "Weeeeeelllll..." Sarah gave me a sideways look, "...there's this boy at school who fancies me and he wants to go out with me!"

"Do you like him?"

She shrugged her shoulders before saying, "I'm seventeen and...well, I think it's time I found out what boys were all about!"

I smiled at her, she was blushing madly as she said it.

I put my hand on her shoulder "Darling, I had boys chasing after me from my eleventh birthday..." I pressed my palms against the sides of my breasts, "...as soon as these started to show through my blouse, boys were falling over themselves to get at me."

Sarah looked impressed, because of her dance practice, her breasts still hadn't developed to the size that mine were when I was eleven years old, she asked, "What...you mean that boys of your age were chasing after you?"

"No...it was always older boys, boys of my age never seemed to show any interest in girls but because I developed so much, so young, older boys were always interested in me."

I saw a sheepish grin on Sarah's face, "Sooooooo, when did you actually...you know...your first time!"

"When I was seventeen years old...mind you, I wasn't at school...back then we started work after we turned sixteen unless we were smart enough to go on to further education."

Sarah looked confused, "You mean that boys were chasing after you for five years before you went out with one of them?"

I shook my head, "No sorry, I thought that you meant the first time I actually went all the way with a man."

Sarah looked shocked that I'd just told her that I lost my virginity when I was her age, she mumbled, "I thought that you would have lost that much younger in the olden days."

"Don't get me wrong darling, many boys tried but I didn't want an inexperienced boy to take my virginity...I wanted an experienced man to teach me about life."

I put the pot of food into the hot oven to cook for an hour, Sarah was still hanging around me plucking up the courage to ask the next question and finally she said, "Mum, will you ask dad if I can bring a boy home please?"

I washed and dried my hands and said, "It would be better coming from you darling...why don't you make a pot of tea and bring it through to the living room in five minutes, ask your father while he's in a good mood."

I walked back into the living room, I took John's book out of his hands and put it to one side, he looked up at me and said, "Dawn and Peter both came down and asked me when dinner would be ready, I told them both that you were cooking it and would call them when it was ready!"

I sat on John's lap and gave him a good long kiss, wiggling my tongue into his mouth to give him the full taste of garlic, I felt his cock grow against my bottom, I still wasn't wearing any knickers but thanks to John eating all of the strangers spunk out of my cunt, I wasn't leaving a slime trail over the front of his trousers.

John was just lifting his hips, pressing his trouser covered cock between my legs when Sarah walked into the room carrying the tray with two cups of tea on it, she placed it on the coffee table in front of John's chair, even though Sarah was there, John couldn't stop himself just rocking his hips slowly, pressing his covered cock between my legs, Sarah gave me a nervous look, I kissed John again to refresh the garlic scent in his mind again before I looked at Sarah and nodded my head at her.

Sarah plucked up the courage and launched in with, "Dad, I have a friend at school...a boy...can I invite him to come over after dinner please?"

John looked from Sarah to me, he nuzzled my neck before saying, "Of course you can darling, I think that you're old enough and mature enough, perhaps your mother can stretch dinner to six..." he looked at me, I nodded my head and he looked back at Sarah, "...why don't you invite him over to have dinner with us darling!"

Sarah looked totally amazed as well as shocked at her father's response.

I cleared my throat, I was looking at John rather than Sarah when I said, "If you want to listen to music in your room with this boy after dinner, you'd better clean your room up a little before he gets here!"

John raised his eyebrows but didn't say anything.

Sarah headed for the door to go up stairs, "Sarah, close the living room door for me please."

Sarah was walking six feet off the ground as she went through the living room door but she did at least close the door behind her.

I slipped off of John's lap and onto my knees in front of him, I opened his trousers and took his cock in my mouth and I sucked his cock until there was a knock at the front door, the boy must have run all the way here. My eyes flicked to the living room window and I saw the spotty faced young man step back out of sight, he'd seen me sucking John's cock through the window. I lifted my mouth off of John's cock, kissed its head lovingly as Sarah opened the front door to the boy, I zipped John's trousers closed and said, "This will have to wait until later...the potatoes need mashing."

I'd just got onto my feet as the handle on the door started to turn, then there was a pause as a whispered, "Stop...I think your mum is sucking your dad off in there!"

I called out, "It's okay to come in!"

Sarah introduced Gavin to the both of us, I gave him a sweet smile, "Dinner will be ten minutes darling, why don't you show Gavin where your room is and where he can wash his hands before dinner!"

John followed me into the kitchen, "I can mash the spuds for you...do we have any garlic?"

I smiled inwardly, and thought, 'Pity I threw the rest of the garlic away earlier!'

"Nothing fresh I have garlic salt though...don't use too much though, the kids aren't used to it!"

John mashed the potatoes, he put a ton of butter and a restrained amount of garlic salt in it, he also put the pot of garlic salt on the dining table so that he and I could add a little more to our dinner.

The meal was less of a dinner and more of a catered interrogation session, the only thing missing was the angle poise lamp on the table shining a one kilowatt halogen lamp in the terrified boy's eyes.

After dinner, I set Peter and Dawn the task of washing the pots and putting everything away, Sarah took Gavin up to her bedroom to get him away from John's scrutiny.

I took a folder of notes from my car and sat at the dining table to spread the notes out to try and see the wood for the trees, John leaned over my shoulder, he kissed my neck and then said, "You don't usually bring work home on a Monday darling!"

I looked over my shoulder and fielded a kiss before saying, "I'm working on a special project, something at Fen Lane School has a rotten smell about it and I'm trying to find out what it is!"

John smiled at me knowingly, he knew that the smell of garlic was his sexual trigger but doing sneaky...Secret Squirrel work...was my particular turn on. He looked at the reams of paper spilling out over my desk and said, "Why are the three postcodes in your notes nowhere near to Fen Lane?"

I looked at the paperwork, I didn't really need to look though, there was only one postcode, I'd written it down myself, the postcode for Fen Lane School...I was confused so I said, "Where?"

John leaned over me, pushing me against the table, he tapped one of the three reference numbers, the one that was 'PE391YD-5' that the builders and decorators had used on their invoices to Fen Lane School, that postcode is by the river in Huntingdon, I had a client who lived on The Grove with a very similar postcode!"

I tilted my head to look at the reference number more closely, it suddenly hit me, 'Stupid Cow...of course it's a postcode!'

I'd been distracted because the code had appeared in the reference section of several invoices and usually, the 'PS' at the start would be the initials of one party of the agreement, the '391' would be a ledger entry and the 'YD' the initials of the other party, the '-6' part wasn't unusual, jobs were often gone in phases, so I'd taken the '-5' part to mean the fifth phase of development or something similar...John's brain wasn't really wired so differently to mine but he had used the same postcode thousands of times in correspondence with one of his customers before he retired.

I kissed John, a massive 'Thank you' kiss..."I need to go and take a look at The Grove, do you want to drive me there?"

John looked a little shocked at my suggestion that he take me out, "Do you think it's safe to leave Sarah and Gavin alone in her bedroom?"

I gathered the pile of papers back up into the folder, "John darling, can you remember when I was seventeen, did we need a bedroom so that you could deflower me...No we didn't...all we needed was a field and a passageway to a toilet in a restaurant...if you're worried about Gavin making Sarah pregnant while we're out, pop into the village and get her a box of condoms and put the fear of God into Gavin if he touched her without wearing one!"

John wasn't happy to go out and buy his seventeen year old daughter a box of condoms to use with her spotty faced boyfriend but he went anyway. He'd bought the condoms but didn't want to broach the subject of sex with his own daughter. I got the job of taking the condoms up to Sarah's bedroom.

Sarah's bedroom door wasn't closed all the way, she had closed it just enough so that when her head was on her pillow, she couldn't see out onto the landing beyond. The inexperience of youth showing through, she should have considered what people out on the landing could see as they walked past.

I lifted my hand to knock on Sarah's bedroom door when she gave a massive sigh, I couldn't see her head but I could see most of her body, more importantly, I could see her lower body, I could see Gavin's hand up under her dress and from the movement of his forearm, I could tell that Gavin was working his fingers into Sarah's pussy hard.

I knocked and opened the door in one movement, making it look like the act of knocking had pushed the door open.

There was a gasp, both of them froze, Gavin with his hand up under Sarah's dress...Sarah, with her hand wrapped around his cock!

I walked in without saying anything, I walked over to Sarah's side, I shook the box of condoms in front of her, "It is your responsibility, young lady, to make sure no boy puts his cock in you without wearing one of these...it isn't just to stop you getting pregnant, it stops you getting a serious infection and it stops the boy getting his throat cut by your mother if anything ever did go wrong!"

I left two very shocked teenagers lying on a single bed.

John drove me to The Grove and as we drove along, I told him that I was going to replace Sarah's bed with a new double bed.

"Don't you think that's a step too far?"

I looked over at him as he drove the car, "No...not a single inch...most girls of Sarah's age leave home so that they can have sex whenever they want, I want Sarah to know that it's okay for her to have sex in her bedroom whenever she wants...and...with whoever she likes!"

I saw John's cock grow in his trousers again listening to me talking about our daughter in that way.

John stopped outside number five, The Grove, a massive, detached house that had recently been extended to double its original size "Why have you stopped here?"

He nodded his head in the direction of number five, the invoices were from a construction company and that house has had a recent extension...also...the code had 'Dash five' at the end, I assumed that it meant house number five!"

The drive was gated and the gates were closed, I looked at the car parked beyond the gate, "Any idea what kind of car that is?"

John squinted his eyes, "I think that's a two litre Jaguar 'F-type' dear."

I opened the folder and sorted through pages of my notes, "James Collins has that type of car, there is an expense claim for mileage when he was at the National Headmaster's Conference in Brighton earlier in the year!"

I showed John the notes, "Is that the same registration number?"

John read the number and checked the car on the drive before he nodded his head, "That's James Collins's car!"

"So, it looks like all of the invoices for building work were probably to build that massive extension. Do you have any idea where the second postcode is?"

John took his phone out of his pocked and checked on google earth, he told the app to give us directions to the property.

Again, we found a large house that had almost doubled in size by a recent extension, the car on the drive was easier to see this time, there was no gate blocking the end of the drive, a second rummage through the file gave me the corresponding paperwork for some official trip that the Fen Lane School's deputy headmaster had claimed expenses for.

"Okay, let's try the third postcode before I ring my boss and let him know what we've found!"

The third house was a little smaller than the other two, not such a posh part of town, this time there was a man on the driveway to the house washing a car...I couldn't find a matching registration number in my file so now I was very curious.

"Just drive around the corner and wait for me please darling!"

John drove on and parked out of sight of the man washing his car.

I walked back around the corner, I was walking slowly and looking at the house behind the car closely, I was spotted almost immediately, it could have been the way that I was dressed, the look of sexual hunger on my face or the swaying of my hips as I walked along.

I stopped and looked at the garage doors at the side of the house, I tilted my head to one side, the man smiled at me, "Problem love?"

I tilted my head to the other side, "I'm sorry, is there something different about your house...did you get a new garage door or paint it a different colour or something?"

He dropped his wet sponge into the bucket of soapy water and dried his hands as he walked to the boundary line of his property, "No darling...we've just had an extension built above the garage!"

I gasped out a long, "Nooooooo, never!"

He grinned at me and nodded his head.

I looked at his face, gave him a smile and then looked back at the house, "You must have brought in magicians rather than builders, you'd never tell that part of the house wasn't built along with the rest of it...I might need to ask for the builders details, it's always hard to find good tradesmen these days!"

I saw him pull out his mental abacus, he flicked a few beads from one side to the other as he was making calculations and then his grin widened, "You could come in and see how good their workmanship is on the inside!"

"Wow, you don't mind?"

He shook his head, "You'll have to take us as you find us though, my wife has been away for the weekend, she's not due back until tomorrow."

He opened the front door and guided me in ahead of him but first, he looked into the open living room door, if he hadn't done that, I would have just looked up the stairs but because he looked, so did I. Straight opposite the open door was a half-life sized photograph of a very naked woman...not a natural beauty...not the kind of woman that would model professionally...not the kind of woman that would usually sell an expensive picture like that to the general public so I made the assumption that the model in the photograph was his wife.

"Striking picture!"

He chuckled, "My wife...she loves showing off!"

I took the first step, "So, did the extension just add one extra bedroom or..."

I left the question hanging, the house had been built as a three bedroom house and there were no signs of children, no crap or junk about the place so the thought came to me 'Why build a fourth/fifth bedroom if there is only two of them living in the house?'

He paused at the bottom of the stairs, he let me get well ahead of him up the stairs and I suddenly remembered that I wasn't wearing any knickers and he was waiting for me to get ahead of him on the stairs to look up under the back of my skirt.

I heard the chuckle as he spotted bare buttocks under my skirt, "No, we didn't have another bedroom built, we had them build a play-room for us!"

I opened the door to the new extension, the room was twenty feet wide and sixty feet long, he wasn't kidding either, it really was a play room, there was a super-king bed in the middle of the room, on the back wall opposite there was a sixty inch wide screen TV mounted on the wall and the bed was surrounded by photoflood lights and there were two TV cameras mounted on tripods and the rest of the room had all kinds of BDSM equipment and there were sex toys everywhere.

I spotted a massive dildo or vibrator on the bed, it was over ten inches long and as thick as my wrist, I picked it up out of curiosity. Its surface crusted with dried vaginal discharge. He chuckled again, That's my wife, Christine's, favourite...I used it on her on Friday afternoon before she left for the weekend!"

I lifted and lowered my hand, I was judging the weight of it and said, absentmindedly, "Not quite as big as my husband!"

I was suddenly blinded by the powerful floodlights and he had turned on one of the TV cameras as well as the TV, I could see myself standing at the side of the bed and then I watched myself being pushed over, pushed down onto the bed and I watched myself being fucked for three minutes before he climaxed into me...'No wonder Christine needs so many vibrators' ran through my mind.

I have to say that even though the vibrator in my hand was dirty from another woman's body...after such a disappointing fuck from the owner of the house, I was tempted to ride the dirty dildo to get at least a little sexual satisfaction.

I stood up and smoothed my skirt back down, "Your builders did a fantastic job of building this playroom, do you have their details?"

He got out a little black book, the book contained thousands of names and telephone numbers, when he reached the page he was looking for, he found a business card from the construction company, "Here, you may as well have this, I've got a note of their name and address in the book already!"

I walked back to John, he smiled at me, "What did you find out?"

I handed him the business card, "I got the name of his construction company...and guess what?"

"It's already in your notes!"

"Well, there is that but I need you to take me someplace and fuck my brains out...I've just had sex with the most disappointing lover I've ever met in my life before!"

John grimaced, "Can't go home, the kids are still up...and then there's Gavin with Sarah!"

"Peter will be lost in the World of Warcraft and Laura will have her music set at warp-factor ten...Sarah and Gavin...well, they are having their fun...they shouldn't begrudge us having ours!"

So, there we were at home in our own bedroom, the bedroom next to Sarah's room, we were fucking and doing it to a mixture of gunfire sound, explosions and pop music as well as the sound of Sarah's orgasms over and over again for the first time in a good many years!

John and I fucked for two solid hours, we only stopped then because I had to kick Gavin out and get the kids washed and ready for bed. Sarah was in a dream state, she and Gavin were naked in bed when I went into her, they weren't actually still fucking, they had run out of condoms, they had used three during the evening, all three of them sitting in Sarah's rubbish bin in a nest of wet tissues.

Sarah walked across her bedroom totally naked, I stopped her at her door, "You need to cover up darling, Peter's still up and about"...mind you, I couldn't really talk, all I was wearing was a 'T-shirt' that barely covered my ' Ass -ets'.

Sarah pulled her robe on, she had to hold the front closed because her belt was lost somewhere in the undergrowth of her bedroom, she was ahead of Gavin on the stairs and I was following him, he looked over his shoulder, he smiled at me and said, "Thanks' for dinner and everything...Mrs......Cl..." he realised that he could see my pussy under the 'T-shirt', his face turned red and he looked back to the front without finishing his comment, he looked stoically at the back of Sarah's head for the rest of the trip to the front door.

I left Sarah and Gavin snogging on the front door step as I went into the living room to talk to my boss, I called him on his mobile phone and let him know what I'd found out so far. He was shocked and surprised that I'd got so much damning information in such a short time, he said, "When I spoke to the council's fraud team, they told me that it would take months...possibly years even to dig into such a big organisation as a school!"

"I'd like to get into the three locked offices in the school still..."

He was silent for a moment, "Well, I could send you in with an inspector but we can only insist on seeing the areas of the school that the students usually use, if James Collins doesn't invite us into his office, we can't insist...by rights, we don't even have the authority to ask to see in his office!"

"I don't know if you know this or not but two of my kids are at Fen Lane School...I could make an appointment to see the headmaster, I could make up some excuse...like my son's behaviour has changed and I'm worried that he might be the target of a bully!"

"My God you're keen! Well, I've already covered your work around the rest of the team, so, do whatever you need to do, don't worry about even coming into the office, if you feel that your time would be better spent at home or somewhere else, just email me a list of what hours you have worked and any expenses...don't forget your mileage and the hours that you have worked this evening!"

I closed the phone call down just as I heard the front door finally close, Sarah bounced into the living room and danced through to the dining room, she pirouetted, twisting and turning very theatrically with her arms in ' Grande pose' position, allowing her dressing gown to fly open, totally exposing her body, at the very moment that Peter walked out of the kitchen with a glass of milk and a plate of cookies...it was a good thing that both the glass and the plate were basic and cheap because they would never need washing again.

The sound of the crash caused me to look from Sarah's dance move towards the kitchen doorway, my fear confirmed that Sarah's eleven year old brother had just seen her totally naked for the first time in his life...Peter was wearing just pyjama bottoms and nothing else, as soon as he saw Sarah, nature took over causing me to say, 'Lucky boy...he certainly takes after his father in one respect at least,' to myself.

Sarah wasn't bothered one little bit that she had just flashed her younger brother, wasn't concerned in the slightest that she had just caused the total loss of a plate, a glass, one third of a pint of milk and the partial loss of three chocolate chip cookies as well as causing her brother to become eligible for the three legged race all on his own!

Sarah wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me on my cheek, her dressing gown covering my arms as her bare chest pressed into my back and she whispered, "Thanks for letting Gavin come over mum!"

"It wasn't me, it was your father!"

"Come off it mum..."

Sarah was stopped by Peter saying, "Fuck..."

Peter was sucking his finger, he was kneeling on the floor cleaning up his mess and had cut his finger on a sliver of broken glass. I told him to leave the mess, get another snack and take it to his bedroom, "But remember to bring the dishes down in the morning!"

I looked up at Sarah, "What were you saying darling?"

She looked a little confused as she looked from her brother trying to hide his massive erection back to me.

"You were saying, "Come off it mum...and then you stopped because Peter dropped his bedtime snack!"

I saw the light turn on in her head, "Oh yes, I was going to say, come off it mum, the whole condom thing was your idea...if it were left up to dad, I'd still be a virgin when I retire from work in a million years time!"

I tutted, "You always exaggerate, you'll be able to retire in a quarter of a million years time..." I strained up to kiss Sarah's cheek, "...was it okay...you know...your first time?"

Sarah grinned down at me and nodded her head, "Better than okay, it was magical...especially because I could do it openly, in my own bed, not in some stinking garden shed behind your back...Gavin was a little disappointed though...he thought that with it being my first time, there should have been a little blood at least!"

"Did you tell him that you tore your hymen when you were six years old doing gymnastics?"

Sarah looked shocked, "I don't remember that."

"Oh yes, you were trying out for a place at gymnastics camp over the summer holiday the year you turned six, made a right bloody mess!"

Sarah kissed me again, "Thanks mum, I've got to ring Gavin up and tell him!"

I made two hot milky drinks and took them up to my bedroom, I checked that all three kids were in bed and their lights were off, I handed John his drink and climbed into bed next to him, I blew on top of my drink to cool it, I smiled at John as he looked at me, "I think Sarah takes after both of us!"

"Why?"

"She and Gavin used all three condoms this evening!"

John looked very worried.

"Don't look at me like that, they fucked three times on their first date but there was only the two of them...they didn't fuck eight times and include a waiter, a chef and two strangers out walking their dogs on their first date like we did!"

John's worried expression changed into a smile, he took my cup off of me and pulled me down into a loving cuddle with him.

As we cuddled and kissed, I stroked my hand down over his hairy chest, down over his stomach and my hand bumped into the head of his cock just above his belly button. I lifted my hand and captured his cockhead in my palm, his cock was already drooling, slicking my palm as I twisted it around on his glands, "Did my talking about Sarah and Gavin having fucked three times this evening do that to you darling?"

John chuckled, "I's a bloody good job that Sarah's so flat chested or I'd never be able to keep my hands off of her!"

I started massaging his cock in earnest, "I'd better stop Dawn eating so much dairy then, she's already busting out of her school blouse as it is, she's bigger at fifteen than I was at sixteen!"

John chuckled again, "Don't you bloody dare, I love looking at the way that Dawn is growing up!"

John moved his arm slightly, breaking our cuddle, his hand was now on the back of my head and he was applying downwards pressure, "You said something about finishing what we were doing when Gavin stopped us when he knocked the front door!"

I didn't resist him, I wasn't reluctant to suck his cock, even though he was so big that I always got jaw ache when I sucked him, I just let him push my head all the way down under the sheet, the only covering we had on our bed in the height of summer. I took his cockhead in my mouth, I managed to get four inches of his shaft in my mouth as well as his head, I knew that it would take me at least thirty minutes to get my husband off with just my mouth and that would really hurt my jaw's hinge, so as soon as I'd settled into the act of sucking, licking and moving my mouth up and down that few inches of his cock in my mouth, I brought my hand into play on the length of his cock shaft between my lips and his balls, between my hand and mouth, I usually managed to get him off in around ten minutes using that technique.

As I sucked him off he was talking to me, "Do you think that Dawn is too young for sex?"

I pulled my mouth off of his cock, "What do you mean, too young to have sex with you?"

John laughed again, "Only in my dreams...a cock my size would rip her open, her hips aren't anywhere near as wide as your hips were back then! No...I mean too young to have sex with a boy?"

"I don't think she's too young, she's a very mature fifteen year old...why?"

His hand pressed down on the back of my head again, pushing my mouth further down the length of his cock than I liked to take it...his cock was far too thick to engage with my throat but that didn't stop him trying to get his cock in there whenever he got the chance.

"I spotted Dawn with a boy earlier...I saw the school bus driving through the village and when Peter and Dawn didn't get home on time, I went out looking for them, I found Peter kicking a ball about with Dan Baker on the park and eventually spotted Dawn and Dan's older brother Paul coming out of the men's toilet block and Dawn was pulling her school skirt down and fastening her blouse as she walked out...they had a very passionate kiss snogging session before Dawn shouted to Peter to tell him that it was time to go home."

John chose that second to explode into my mouth, as usual, he totally overwhelmed my capacity to swallow such thick, viscous liquid and as much of his sperm fired out of my mouth all over his belly as I managed to swallow.

I slithered back up and placed my cheek on his shoulder, "Do you think that Paul and Dawn actually had full sex in the men's toilet?"

John sighed, he kissed my lips, still covered in his sperm, "I bloody hope not, Paul Baker isn't the kind of boy to willingly wear a condom!"

I said, "I'd better talk to Dawn in the morning...we don't want any slip-ups!"

My saying that I would talk to Dawn in the morning about her sexual awakening made John relax, he mumbled, "You could make her the same offer as you made Sarah this evening..." John drifted off to sleep without finishing his comment.

I drifted off to sleep too with my head resting on John's shoulder. After eighteen years of little or no sex life, today my sex life had returned to how it was before John decided that he wanted to start a family with me and we both agreed to stop screwing other people so that I didn't fall pregnant with another man's child while we were building our family. We did fuck each other a few times as the kids grew up but never anything like we did before I had Sarah.

I woke at the normal time, I wasn't planning on driving into the office today so I didn't really need to get up so early but I would feel guilty if I took a day's pay but hadn't put in a full day's work so I spent an hour working through my emails, I was able to do quite a bit of work from home. Instead of going into the office, I'd be donning my dear-stalker hat, taking my Calabash gourd pipe with meerschaum bowl in one hand and my spyglass in the other as I tracked down more evidence of misdoings at Fen Lane School...but before all of that, I needed to talk to Dawn about Paul Baker.

I usually left the house earlier in the mornings, the road from our village to Cambridge was a three lane highway but early in the morning it was three lanes of traffic crawling along at five miles an hour so I left home slightly ahead of the rush, it meant that I got into work an hour earlier than I needed to but that at least gave me time to get my head straight and have a swim in a bath full of coffee before the rest of my co-workers got in so I wasn't used to being at home to get the kids their breakfast or see them dressed for school.

I started preparing breakfast, it was just a bowl of fresh fruit salad, toast and orange juice...Dawn would of course over-butter her toast while it was still very hot so that butter would dribble down her chin as she ate it and while the rest of us ate our fruit salad as it came, Dawn would drown her fruit in a half a gallon if double cream...there was even a possibility that she would eat all the cream and leave half the fruit.

I'd taken John his coffee into the dining room when Dawn turned up in the kitchen, I walked in as she was trying to balance a slice of butter on her toast, rather than trying to spread it on...as she walked to the table, the quarter of an inch slice of butter was almost hovering above the hot toast as the bottom melted.

I looked at the way that Dawn was dressed, her white school blouse was a least two years old...old and far too small for her, the buttons straining at the buttonholes causing little gaps opening the front. She was wearing a black bra with quarter cups trimmed with lace under her blouse while the school uniform code called for girls to wear white, unadorned, underwear.

I shook my head in disbelief and said, "Dawn, won't you get told off at school for wearing that bra today? And I know that you have three new blouses that fit you properly, I washed and ironed them over the weekend!"

Peter chuckled, "All the boys at school like to see her wearing that bra and blouse

She bit into her toast and wiped the trail of butter from her chin, "Nope...ever since the sex equality act came in, any school rule that limits a girl's right to wear something that the boy's don't have to wear is blatantly illegal...anyway, no teacher would ever report a girl to Mr Collins...there'd never be any contest, Mr Collins would find in favour of the girl, he seems to love girls and he hates most of the teachers...well, the male teachers at any rate.

"And are you wearing matching knickers to that bra?"

Dawn shook her head and Peter chimed in with, "Knowing Dawn...she probably isn't wearing any knickers either...the boys at school like her like that too!" With a grin on his face.

I waited for Dawn to finish her breakfast and as I expected, all of the cream had been eaten but only half of the fruit...and it wasn't as if I'd given her fruit that she didn't like, she had eaten some of each type of fruit that I'd put in her bowl, just not all of it.

As Dawn scrapped her uneaten fruit into the bin, I said, "Dawn, we need to talk privately darling!"

Dawn looked into the rubbish bin at the fruit that she had just thrown away so I said, "It isn't about your uneaten breakfast darling."

I took Dawn up to her bedroom, I sat her down on her bed, her skirt was so short that I spotted instantly that she wasn't wearing and knickers but I shook that off and jumped in with, "Dawn darling, have you started having unprotected sex with boys?"

I saw a flash of red high on her cheeks but she shook that off and fixed a look of defiance to cover her face, "Mum, you can't believe what my maggot of a brother was saying!"

"It has nothing to do with Peter...your father saw you leaving the men's toilet in the park with Paul Baker yesterday!"

The red flash tried to show through her mask again but once again, Dawn shook that off, "I wasn't doing anything wrong...you know...it isn't illegal for a girl to go into a man's toilet...I mean, not like it is if a boy goes into a girls toilet...that's another one of those sexist laws that doesn't apply equally to both boys and girls..."

I cut her off mid rant, she was using distraction techniques to try to throw me off course.

"Paul Baker has a bad reputation of taking girls against their wills and refusing to wear a condom...he doesn't care if he gets a girl pregnant, if you had sex with Paul in that toilet yesterday at this time in your monthly cycle, you could easily fall pregnant!"

Dawn jutted her chin out, a pose of defiance, "I can't get pregnant from doing what I did with Paul yesterday...I don't really like Paul all that much so all I did was give him a blow-job!"

I wondered just how many mothers would feel relieved at their fifteen year old daughter telling her that she had given a much older boy a blow-job.

"But you were seen coming out of the toilet pulling your skirt down and buttoning your blouse closed!"

"Well, when I wouldn't let him do me, he wanted to see what I'd got, so I took my blouse and bra off and hiked my skirt up. I let him play down there with just his fingers for a minute before I took his mind off of doing it by sucking his dick for him."

"Well, it wasn't a very safe place to do that darling...was it?"

Dawn shrugged her shoulders, "The other boys that came in didn't seem to mind, they just stood there and watched us and looked after themselves."

"Look, your father and I would rather you bring boys home to your own bedroom for that kind of thing...like Sarah did yesterday!"

Dawn had a look of triumph on her face, "What, can I bring a boy home tonight?"

"Only if you make him wear a condom!"

The look of triumph turned to some kind of defeat, "The boys that I like can't afford condoms...can't buy them from the corner shop either!"

"I'll sort something out for you later!"

I waited for Peter and Dawn to leave to catch the school bus, they would have an hour to get to school before lessons started because the school bus took a convoluted route to school picking up the eighty or so kids on that route. I went into the living room to John and I told him that Dawn would be bringing a boy home after school. John was instantly hard again at the thought that his fifteen year old daughter would be fucking in her bedroom in just a few hours time. I let him work that bone off in my pussy for ten minutes...impressing on him that he didn't have time to make a meal of it, "Just empty your balls as quickly as you can, I have to get ready for work!"

I showered quickly and washed my cunt out, John joined me in our bedroom as I dried myself and he picked out a dress for me to wear, it was a very short, titanium white, summer dress with a scooped neckline.

"And what lingerie should I wear under this?"

John opened my underwear drawer and pulled out a pair of dark tan self support stockings, "What knickers and bra?"

John shook his head, "You aren't going into the office and today will be the hottest day of the year so far...so why not dress for comfort?"

I dressed the way that John had asked me to, I felt very sexy as I swished my tail all the way to my car. It crossed my mind that I was still a little too early for school so, rather than driving to Fen Lane School, I drove to River View, a road slightly higher up the valley than River Banks but after yesterday's recce, I knew that there was a place that I could stop that would overlook number five River Banks at a very advantageous height, where I would at least be able to see over the automatic gates across the end of his drive.

I needed binoculars but didn't have any, I didn't have a telescope either but John had a posh digital camera with a massive telephoto lens and he offered me that, not to use as a camera per-say but to use as a telescope to get a better look at James Collins's house.

I drove straight to River View, I drove slowly past the houses until I spotted the gap between two houses that gave me a view down over James Collins's house. I looked through John's camera at the house, there were three cars on the drive of number five rather than just James Collins's Jaguar.

I moved from the front seat and into the back, my privacy glass in the back would stop too many of the residents of River View seeing what I was up to...I thought, 'Hopefully, I won't be sitting here for long as Fen Lane School was due to start in ten minutes time and it would take all of that to drive from River Banks to Fen Lane.'

I had Radio Two playing at a low volume as I sat on the back seat of my car, John's posh camera resting on my lap. I'd taken the trouble to plug the camera into the cigar lighter between the back seats so that I could leave the camera running, ready for the second that I needed to use it.

Zoe Ball finished her show at nine thirty, James Collins was forty-five minutes late for school and I got a very bad feeling that he could actually be on holiday...I shook that thought off though, school staff never expected to take holidays during term time as they got so many days off for the kid's school holidays.

Ken Bruce was just starting his 'Popmaster Quiz' so I knew for sure that we'd just reached ten-thirty, James Collins was now one hundred minutes late for school at least.

I spotted a movement at the front window of number five. I lifted John's Camera up so that I could see the screen, I zoomed in on the window and watched someone opening the curtains. It didn't take me long to focus in on Christine Slacktun, James Collins's PA at Fen Lane School. I recognised Christine from the large photograph on her living room wall...it was actually easy to spot her as she was still in the same state of undress as she had been in that photograph, and speaking of undress, I spotted three naked men on the massive bed in that bedroom. It took until eleven o'clock for the four naked bodies to dress and leave the house, I had taken around one hundred photographs of the bedroom action before the first man left the front door.

I photographed the man and his car, making sure that as soon as the gate over the end of the drive opened, I snapped the car's registration number. I photographed the second man leaving as well as his car's reg. Christine and James left the house together, as soon as they got into the Jaguar I stopped photographing and I ran back into the front seat of my car.

I was ahead of the Jaguar on the main road and because of the traffic, even though the Jaguar had twice the engine size of my car as well as almost twice my speed, he couldn't overtake me. I worried that he'd been behind me for so long that he'd get suspicious if he saw me later so I turned right well before the road leading to the school. My route was much further, the speed limits were slower but no other traffic took that route, so, even though I'd driven further and on slower roads, I was still sitting opposite Fen Lane School before James turned his Jaguar into the teacher's car park.

I watched through my imaginary spy glass, sucked on my imaginary Calabash gourd pipe with meerschaum bowl, amd pulled my dear stalker hat down lower to keep the sun out of my eyes as I watched Christine and James walk to the school, they didn't enter through the main entrance, they didn't walk past the school's reception desk, they both entered the school through the door from the changing rooms and out onto the sports field where one of the classes was taking part in field sports, like running, jumping and throwing.

Okay, I was now officially breaking the law, I was walking down the driveway to the teacher's car park. UK law was very clear, no adult, not even a parent of two children at the school, could enter school property without permission, there was even a specific law that forbade any adult looking in the direction of school children playing sports, even from the public road.

I slipped in through the field door unseen, I walked to the stairway that, when I was a student at Fen Lane School, led to the school library. Back then, the library had too entrances, one from the back stairs and the other from the cluster of classrooms that, in my day, were the English Faculty and the Maths Faculty. The problem with the library was that when students were transitioning from English lessons or Maths lessons, they would use the library as a corridor to the back stairs and the changing rooms on the ground floor.

When Sarah started at that school, they built a new building at the back of the school and turned that into a standalone library. The space that had been the old first floor library had been subdivided into three offices, one for James Collins on the right hand side, one for Christine Slacktun in the centre and one for Alan Peterson on the left.

I was right outside Christine's office door, I was about to knock the door but stopped, I was trespassing on a sensitive site but that wasn't what made me stop short, it was the fact that I could hear every word that was being said on the other side of Christine's door.

Alan Peterson was being told about the long weekend, being told just how much fun he had missed over the past four days.

Alan said, "That cow of a wife of mine wouldn't let me come out, she's suspicious about what we get up to!"

I listened to the conversation progress until James Collins told him to take Christine into his office and use his bed for an hour...just to cheer him up.

The volume of the talkers went down until I moved further down the passageway, standing outside James Collins's office I could clearly hear the sounds of fucking emanating through the wall, the sounds of fucking and the knocking of the bed frame against the wall, the bed must have been up against the passageway wall.

I checked my watch, it was five minutes to twelve, the students would be flooding the passageway at any minute on their way to lunch, so I beat a hasty retreat.

I left the school by the field door, walked back towards the car park and then across the front of the school to the main entrance. I was stopped at the main reception, that was different to my day too, they had installed a new reception desk in what had been a wide open foyer back then, the old reception and the old headmaster's office suite had been turned into the IT suite, a subject that didn't exist when I was at the school.

The public area in front of the reception desk had been reduced from two hundred square feet of airy space to something approaching the size of a hole for a grave. The receptionist was eating a sandwich at her desk, I was surprised to see her eating a sandwich, not surprised that she was eating at her desk, I often did that, I was surprised that someone so young was on solid food, she looked so young that she should have still been on mother's milk.

She reluctantly approached the counter and just looked at me, her head on one side but she said nothing to me.

"Hello, I'd like to make an appointment to speak to the headmaster, Mr Stuart, please!"

"What's it about?"

"My son, Peter Clarke, is a year six student at this school and he has recently started acting differently at home, I think he may be being bullied and I'd like to speak to the headmaster about it!"

"I'm sorry Mrs...erm..."

"Clarke, Victoria Clarke!"

"Yes...Clarke but the headmaster doesn't deal with discipline matters, the head of year six will have to deal with that for you!"

"Well...with all due respect to your usual procedure, I'd like to speak to the headmaster and not one of the junior staff please!"

The telephone at the side of the receptionist mounted on the front desk rang, she picked it up and as the voice on the other end of the call spoke, she looked up and to her right, a smile crossed her lips.

I looked up and to my left, there was a micro CCTV camera mounted above the outside of the reception desk.

"Okay Mrs...erm..."

"Clarke, Victoria Clarke!"

"Yes...Clarke, Mr Collins will see you in his office but he has an appointment until one o'clock so he's asked if you'd mind waiting...there's a coffee machine in the corridor behind reception if you'd like to wait!"

I was given a visitors badge and buzzed through to the area behind the reception desk.

There was a small corner by a window overlooking the new library building, I took the cup of coffee to the seat by the window. I watched a sixteen year old English teacher locking the library building as I sipped my coffee, the teacher headed for the refectory to eat his lunch.

I saw a student watching the library master closing the room down and locking the inner door, as soon as the teacher was out of sight, I saw the boy beckoning to someone out of my sightline.

'Well, surprise...surprise!' the person being beckoned over to the doorway leading into the library was my daughter Dawn, she ran past the boy and slipped into the void between the inner and outer doors of the library, the outer doors opened outward and were held open with hooks, it provided plenty of cover from most of the rest of the school but not from the seat that I was sitting on.

I checked my wrist watch, it was now twelve fifteen, I had forty-five minutes before James Collins would call me.

I watched as Dawn and the boy got down to some serious snogging, after five minutes, Dawn's blouse was open, five more minutes and her bra cups were up under her chin., at twelve thirty, Dawn had the boy's cock out of his trousers and was masturbating him...all of that came as a surprise to me in such a public place but not as much of a surprise as I got when Peter was pulled, reluctantly, into the little area between the main building and the library by six other year six boys.

Peter was being pushed towards Dawn by his friends, they were almost bullying him, they weren't being quiet about it either, I could hear the noise inside the school building. Dawn didn't seem one bit bothered that seven year eight boys were there watching her, a year eight girl with a boy who looked about a year ten boy. The year ten boy didn't care that he had an audience either, he was just lifting the front of Dawn's skirt and burying his hand between her thighs.

Peter's friends were bullying Peter to go closer to his sister, pushing him to touch her exposed breasts, pushing him to kiss her tits. I watched twenty five minutes when the receptionist called over to me, "Mr Collins will see you now Mrs...erm..."

"Clarke...Victoria Clarke!"

"Do you know the way to Mr Collins's office madam?"

"Yes thank you...I know the way very well!"

I knocked on the single door that led into the suite of three offices before turning the handle, the door was locked.

Christine opened the door to me, her hair was in disarray, more dishevelled that it had looked just over an hour ago, her clothes creased and crooked as well.

"Mrs Clarke?"

I smiled at her and nodded my head, Christine gestured to the door set in the right hand wall, "Mr Collins will see you now...go right through!"

There was a heavy smell of sex in the office, I looked around quickly, I saw a three quarter bed against the patrician wall separating the office from the passageway to the stairs. I couldn't hide my surprise at seeing a bed in a headmaster's office, James saw my look of surprise, "That's my 'Day Bed', I sometimes have to work late into the night and get too tired to drive all the way home...so I stop here, ready for work bright and early."

I looked around the rest of the office, there had been a set of custom built shelving units that covered the wall between Christine's office and this one, they had smoked glass doors covering the contents on the shelves but my eyesight was good enough to see that the cupboards were full of sex toys...in fact, the room was like a smaller version of Christine's playroom at home, I even spotted her favourite dildo on one of the shelves, not the one from her house, she must have had more than one of that particular toy.

I also spotted two fridges in the room, one had a glass front, that fridge was full of French champagne, and that wasn't all, there was also two empty champagne bottles in the trash can. On the corner of James Collins's desk was a CCTV monitor, I could see one half of the screen was showing the view of the public area of the school's reception...James would have had a perfect view of my tits as he looked at that screen, I also saw that the second half of the screen was showing a perfect view of the library's doorway, I watched as Peter was pushed in closer to Dawn, one of his friends was pulling Peter's hand down between his sister's legs.

"You were saying something about your son being bullied Victoria!"

"I don't have any proof Mr Collins..."

I was stopped, "Please call me James..."

"As I was saying...James...I don't have any proof, it's just that he's suddenly become quiet and withdrawn at home and I'm sure it has something to do with being at this school, a bigger school with boys that he didn't know from 'Primary Five'.

I saw Peter starting to masturbate Dawn in front of the other seven boys when James turned the monitor off and he started flirting with me...he was offering to have my son dragged up to the office with his form teacher to get to the bottom of things.

I refused...of course, "I don't want my son to know that I've said anything to you about this, I'd just like you to be aware that something may be wrong and keep a watching brief!"

James was looking at my knees, the only seat that I could sit on was one of the seats that the students would use in their classroom...so I was very low down and James could see quite a way up under my dress.

I was really tempted to accept James Collins's flirting, after all, he had a bed right there in his office that was six feet six inches long and four feet wide, not quite what I was used to but far better than doing it bent over a gravestone...and I'd seen him, not two hours earlier fucking Christine with two other men, it was a real three way breakfast fuck, one man in her mouth, one up her bum and James in her pussy and James was no ten minute wonder, he'd got quite a lot of stamina for a man of his age.

I had to fight off the temptation of taking his offer up to let him bed me, it would have been an even bigger turn on to fuck James knowing that anyone walking past outside the office could hear the sounds of sex clearly...as well as Christine and Alan being so close. I was on the book so I couldn't in all good conscience have sex with James while the government was paying me to investigate him for taking money from the government under false pretences

I was rejecting James' attentions while continuing to inspect his office with my imaginary spy glass. I'd already made a mental note of the vineyard labels on the fridge full of champagne bottles as well as two empty ones in the rubbish bin by the desk, I also spotted a similar bin at the side of the 'Day Bed' behind me, that bin had dirty tissues at the bottom of it, used condoms lying on top of the bed of tissues and a cardboard box that proclaimed that it once contained ten condoms supplied by the good people of 'www.SexShopA1.co.uk' and now that I realised what had been in that cardboard box, I also realised that one of the shelves behind the smoked glass was stacked full of the same boxes, but they were probably full boxes, rather than empty ones.

It started off that all I had to do was verbally reject him but when I said that I was a happily married wife and mother...things changed, he stood up and started fondling me as I sat in the small students chair, he said, "No happily married wife and mother walks around dressed like you are my darling...now stop fucking about with me and get on my bed so I can fuck you!" His words were punctuated by the sounds of footsteps just inches away from the bed, I actually thought, 'If he forces himself on me...that would be okay...it wouldn't be me taking money from the government...' to myself, but then I reasoned, 'We're going to be standing in court, me in the witness box...him in the defendant's box...how would it look if he claimed that I was a disgruntled lover...just making accusations because he had rejected my advances.

I pushed his hand away from my breasts, I said a loud, "No!" but saw something unusual, he looked over his shoulder and smiled...I followed his line of sight, there was another one of those tiny CCTV cameras, just like the one over the reception desk.

I made a superhuman effort to push James away and I stormed out of his office, catching Christine at her desk, Alan leaning over her shoulder and they were both watching the CCTV feed from James Collins's office...including the background sound of James telling me to come back and calling me "a whore" and a "fucking tease" that I could hear from behind me as well as in front, from the speaker on the CCTV monitor.

I almost ran through the school, the little girl manning the reception desk was almost laughing at me, as I ran past the back of the reception desk, I spotted James Collins talking to Alan in James' office, the receptionist was also watching the CCTV feed from the headmaster's office.

I reached my car at a few seconds to two...I could happily go straight home and type up my notes, gathered from today's investigation but I had 'Cart Blanche' to do whatever I deemed to be necessary to prosecute the investigation to its logical conclusion!

I quickly wrote the name from the champagne bottles in my folder of notes and checked my watch, I had time enough to drive to the sex shop on the 'A-1' and get back home before the worst of the rush hour traffic began.

I remembered that Sarah needed a fresh box of condoms and that I should buy Dawn some condoms as well, it appeared that Dawn was further advanced...sexually...that her older sister, well, from what I had seen in the past few days...so a trip to the area's premier sex shop would be a handy place to start buying condoms...if they were a reasonable price.

I drove at eighty miles an hour all the way to the sex shop and it took me close to twenty-five minutes to get there, I checked the dildo cabinet first, I soon spotted the vibrator that Christine's husband said was her favourite. I picked one up in its box and took it to the cash desk, I caught the cashiers' attention..."I have to buy this on a card but I'm worried how it will be displayed on my credit card statement!"

"You don't have any need to worry about that madam, we're used to being very discrete in our billing procedures, I can set up the credit card invoice so that you'd never know what it was you've purchased, not even that it's a sex shop receipt...your husband will never know...well, not unless he shops here as well that is!"

I looked over my shoulder at the display of different condoms that they sold, "How much will it cost me for reasonable quality condoms, nothing fancy, just condoms that that do the job of preventing STD's and pregnancy?"

He smiled at me, "We sell our own make of condom, very good quality, six pounds for ten!"

I knew that the pack of three that John bought from the corner shop had cost him four quid...so ten for six pounds would be very good value. But I still asked, "Is that the best price?"

"Well, for a pack of ten it is, if you buy a sleeve of ten boxes...that's one hundred condoms, they come in at forty-five pounds, a carton of five sleeves, five hundred condoms will cost you one hundred and seventy-five pounds."

The accountant in me did the maths rapidly in my head, one pound and thirty-three pence a condom for a pack of three, sixty pence a condom for a box of ten...forty-five pence a condom if I buy one hundred condoms at a time and thirty-five pence a condom if I go up to five hundred condoms. Sarah had used three condoms in one night so the larger quantity would seem like the best idea...but on the other hand, condoms have an expiry date on them, so, I'd be better to steer away from the five hundred condom option..."I'll take a sleeve of condoms please, one sleeve and this vibrator!"

"Would you like the batteries as well?"

I smiled, "No, I have batteries at home, just the vibrator and the condoms."

My bill was exactly the same as the copy of the invoice from Fen Lane School, the invoice that had totalled up to six thousand pounds. I took my sex toy and pack of condoms out to my car and compared the two code numbers on my invoice to the one in my folder...they had made it easier for me to check the items by ordering the invoice in alpha-numeric order. Fen Lane School had been invoiced for two of the massive dildos that I had just purchased but I couldn't see the code for condoms until I realised that the condoms had a two part number, my sleeve was an 'LC10' on the invoice but each box of ten condoms were labelled 'LC1' so looking through my spyglass and puffing on my Calabash gourd pipe with meerschaum bowl, I deduced that the school invoice entry for 1 X 'LC100' @ £300:00 was one thousand condoms at thirty pence each...I whistled at the thought that the shelf I'd seen dull of boxes of ten condoms had been a mountain of one thousand condoms that has cost the government three hundred pounds...still looking on the bright side...that was a saving of over a thousand pounds over the price for condoms in boxes of three from our corner shop...James Collins should be awarded a medal for saving money...rather than facing prosecution for fraud.

I drove home, that journey wasn't as far as my outward trip, but because of the additional traffic as we neared rush hour took me fifty minutes. I got into the village at the same time as the school bus, Peter was the first student off of the bus, bouncing his football as usual as he walked. I sat in my car and watched the other five, Dan Baker was behind Peter, I saw Paul Baker standing at the bus stop, I had assumed that Paul was waiting for his younger brother but Dan walked past Paul without even acknowledging that Paul was even there. Dawn was, as usual, the last of the five village students off of the bus but wait, there was a sixth student, an older boy, a year eleven boy...the same year eleven boy that I'd seen mauling Dawn outside the library doorway.

I saw Paul smile at Dawn as she stepped down off of the bus, he stepped towards her but stopped and looked shocked as the sixth student off of the bus draped his arm over Dawn's shoulder and pulled her body closer into his side.

I remembered that John had told me that Dawn and Paul had been in the men's toilet on the park, up to no good so Paul was obviously there for second helpings...possibly more than just a blow job this time!

The park suddenly jumped into my mind, I looked across the park, Peter and Dan were fighting over the football with their feet, their shins getting far more kicks than the ball...then I spotted movement by the toilet, three older men were hovering around the toilet door, they had been sitting on benches all over the park but seeing the school bus had caused them to all head for the toilet but they didn't want to go in...not just yet!

I guessed that the three men were waiting for Dawn and Paul to go into the toilet and get started and then the men would follow in the hopes of getting a little of Dawn for themselves.

Once Paul realised that Dawn had brought a boy home with her and she wasn't going to be his sex-toy for the next thirty minutes, Paul grabbed his brother Dan and dragged him off home, leaving Peter playing with himself on the park (Or should that be, 'Playing by himself'?) Peter was dribbling the football artistically towards the goal, defeating the other team's imaginary defenders and finally their goalkeeper too, kicking the ball hard between the posts...unfortunately, the frame for the goal didn't have a net to catch the ball and Peter's ball sailed off across the park.

I drove home, passing Dawn and the boy as they walked along kissing each other as they walked.

I drove onto the drive at home just as the school bus passed by my boot, the kids must have thought it particularly irksome that the bus company insisted on dropping all five kids in the centre of the village as the bus drove right past two student's homes on the way into the village and two other student's homes on the way out of the village...only one of the five students lived off of the bus route.

John was sitting in his seat reading his book as usual, I kissed him, got a "You're home early today darling!" rather than the usual, "You're home late today darling!"

"I am, and I've been shopping too...I'm getting a little overtime this week so I thought that I'd spend a little of that extra money and help my investigation at the same time!"

I took the boxed dildo out of my plane white carrier bag and handed it to John. He grinned at me and raised his eyebrows twice...suggestively, then he looked disappointed, "Is the box empty?"

I took the dildo off of him, "It hasn't got any batteries in it yet, I thought that we must have some of the right sized batteries here somewhere!"

I pulled out the ten pack sleeve of condoms, "I bought these as well, Dawn is sexually active and is bringing a boy home with her!"

John looked surprised, "How many condoms did you buy?"

"I got a hundred condoms at forty-five pence each, rather than the one pound thirty-three that you paid for condoms at the corner shop!"

"Sounds like a good deal, just don't give them all to the girls at once, they'll fuck themselves to death."

Dawn brought her boyfriend home and introduced him to us, his name was Tom and he was about the oldest boy at Fen Lane School, because his date of birth was just two days into the school year, so he was just a few days too young to go up to sixth-form college this year but he was basically the same age as Sarah.

I handed Dawn a box of ten condoms and gave her the same dire warning that I'd given Sarah last night and as Dawn and Tom left the living room I heard Dawn whisper, "See, I told you that my mum would be cool with it!"

I let John cook dinner while I typed up all of my notes, transferred the photographs that I'd taken on John's camera.

Dawn and Tom were fucking before dinner, Sarah and Gavin were fucking after dinner and I let John use the monster vibrator on me in our bedroom while Peter was fighting the battle of Saturn on his play station.

At nine o'clock in the evening the batteries in the vibrator finally died which was a thankful relief for me as I'd been orgasming for three hours on a lump of plastic...John just loved to see me climaxing and I'd never had a vibrator before so he was making a meal of it.

I dressed in just a 'T-shirt' again and told Sarah and Dawn to set their boyfriends free. Dawn opened her bedroom door in the nude, Tom was fighting to get his underpants on before I saw his cock but he was failing, falling to the floor while trying to balance on one leg.

Dawn said, "Mum, Tom lives in the next village and he told his mum that he was at one of his friend's houses...just around the corner from his house...soooooo...he can't ask his mum to come and fetch him, will you or dad drive him home please?"

I gave Dawn that look, you know the one, the look that said that mummy was disappointed.

I looked back at my bedroom door, John was naked, he was in bed...he would be in a very bad mood if I asked him to get dressed and take Dawn's boyfriend home so I nodded my head, "I'll take him home but he has to tell his mother the truth as soon as he gets there!"

I didn't bother to get dressed, just slipped my flat shoes on my feet and went out to the car. Dawn wanted to come with us but I told her that I expected her showered, snacked up and in bed faking sleep by the time I got home as payment for my turning out at this time of night to take your young stud home!

It was still broad daylight even at nine-fifteen in the evening...it was a quirk of our northern latitude that it never actually got dark at this time of the year, we would usually enter twilight at eleven-fifteen PM on a cloudless day and at three forty-five in the morning it would turn from twilight into daylight without ever truly getting dark.

As we drove past the park, the young men of the village were still playing football without the need for artificial light.

Tom plucked up the courage to speak, "Thanks for the lift Mrs Clarke!"

I looked over at him, his visual focus was on my chest...because I hadn't bothered to get dressed, all I was wearing was the very short 'T-shirt' and my breasts were rather bouncing about a lot as I drove on the less than perfect village roads, I said, "You should call me Victoria or Vicky if you're going to be screwing my daughter regularly!"

I'd shocked him, he blushed, he even lifted his eyes up from my bouncing breasts to look at my face to check if I was angry or just messing with him. I got a smile from him and then he said, "I wish my mother was as cool as you are Mrs...erm...Vicky!"

We made small talk for the rest of the trip to Tom's village, as I approached the Victorian labourer's cottage that Tom shared with his mother I finished our conversation with, "You must be honest with your mother, the more honest you are with her, the cooler she will seem to you!"

I pulled to a halt and Tom leaned over and kissed my cheek...he froze the instant his lips touched my face, his face almost lit up, he pulled his lips away, "I'm sorry Vicky..."

"It's okay to show a sign of affection...after all, I am your girlfriend's mother..." I looked down at his lap, "...but I'm not so sure that..." I nodded my head down to his lap, "...is appropriate!"

Tom had grown a massive erection at the moment he was about to kiss me.

"I'm really sorry but as I leaned in...I spotted that."

He was looking at my lap, as I'd been driving my 'T-shirt' had ridden up, exposing my pussy...Tom hadn't spotted it before because he'd been staring so intently at my breasts for the whole journey.

"Looks like you're going to be masturbating yourself to sleep again tonight Tom..." I pulled the front of my 'T-shirt' down to cover my goodies, "...I'm sorry I ruined all of Dawn's good work earlier!"

He grinned at me, "Really cool mum!" and then he was gone.

I drove back into my village, there were groups of young men walking the streets, the football players were all heading home, when I reached the park it was totally empty so I took a risk, parked opposite the park gates and took a walk down to the toilet block, even though I was almost totally naked apart from my very short, very thin, 'T-shirt'.

I looked all around carefully to make sure that no one was about and then I slipped quickly into the toilet...the men's toilet.

There were two ceramic bowls mounted against the wall for men to piss in, two wash basins and two stalls for men to sit in. nothing seemed out of the ordinary, the smell was worse than that of a female toilet but that was all...that was, until I opened one of the doors to a stall, the back of the door was like a story book, long lists of dirty short stories but the predominant message was a message to all of the local men, 'Dawn Clarke comes in here after school every day...she won't let you fuck her but she is happy to wank any man or suck his cock if he asks her too!' That message was written in broad tipped felt pen...then I spotted just below the call out to all men about my daughter...there was another message in red ink, not permanent marker this time, something that could be wiped away easily...just as I did to prove it. The second message was, 'Meet here - today's date - at three PM we'll teach this bitch how to fuck properly, if enough of us do her, she'll be happy to do more than wank and suck in the future!'

'Something else that I'd have to talk to Dawn about' ran through my mind and then another thought, 'The three men I'd seen earlier were probably the welcome home from school party for Dawn...waiting to break her in for later use by the local perverts.'

I snapped a picture of the back of the door with the camera on my mobile phone to show to John when I got home and to Dawn sometime tomorrow.

I was actually very turned on by the thought that there had been at least three adult men waiting to rape my fifteen year old daughter in a public toilet.

I climbed into bed with John, he told me that he had found more batteries for the vibrator, "I don't want the vibrator, I want you to fuck me and fuck me hard!"

As john fucked me I told him what had been waiting for Dawn at the toilet that afternoon...the telling of the story drove John to fuck me faster and harder than he had for many years, we were both turned on by the thought of what had been planned but as John climaxed into me, he agreed to go over to the park in the morning and paint the backs of the toilet doors with vandal proof paint.

John was just panting down from his climax when an alien voice said, "Die human scum!" Through the bedroom wall.

I burst out laughing, I'd been so intent on kicking the boyfriends out of the house...that and being caught up in the task of taxiing one horny teenager home, I'd forgotten all about Peter, I'd left him playing on his computer game in his bedroom and it was midnight already.

I totally forgot myself in my rush to get Peter to bed, I forgot to get dressed, forgot to knock on his bedroom door and forgot to give him time to cover up before I walked in.

The alien threatening to kill William was in the form of a female avatar that Peter had designed at the start of the game in the setup sequence, the avatar had Dawn's face and Dawn's breast size but Sarah's tall, slim and lithe body...every younger brother's dream, a merging of both of his older sisters, totally naked, trying to kill him and as he was watching the fight sequence, he was masturbating himself. I had no idea just how many hours Peter had been fighting...and wanking to... Queen Sadarwhan of Saturn but his cock was red raw from too much wanking.

Peter was struggling to plug his headphones back into the PC, he had rolled onto his back during the throes of orgasmic pleasure and managed to pull the plug out, allowing the volume of the game to fill the room but the headphones were still covering his ears so he hadn't heard me enter his bedroom. I touched his foot, he jumped, looked in my direction and sent a fountain of cum looping into the air at the sight of my body and the shock of my being there. Another avatar walked onto the screen, General Victoria of the Queen's body guard had joined in the battle and General Victoria was actually made using one of John's photographs of me, totally naked, I had no idea where Peter had taken that photograph from...it had been taken in the days before digital cameras, taken using a Polaroid camera and Peter had somehow scanned it in to his computer even though we didn't have a scanner.

I told Peter that it was well past his bedtime and gave him advice to give his cock a rest for a day or two or he might just pull it off.

Peter left his game running as he ran to wash for bed so I pressed the 'End Game' button. The computer didn't close down as I expected it too, on the screen, the Earthman, Peter of Manchester United, surrendered to Queen Sadarwhan of Saturn and as the screen slowly dimmed, the Queen and General Victoria joined together to rape the young Earthling...it was at the point that a ridiculously big cock was piercing the Queen's body that I realised that Sadarwhan was not only a pictorial amalgamation of Peter's older sisters, it was also a merging of their names as well.

I slept with a smile on my face, all my little family were now well and truly sexually active...well, almost, Peter had touched Dawn's pussy, I'd seen him do it earlier in the blind alley between the main school building and the new library but he had seemed reluctant but he had certainly taken to wanking with greed and gusto.

I was up early on Wednesday morning, I had to get to work to make my report to my boss so John would have to make sure that the kids were washed, dressed, fed and watered before school.

I pulled into an almost empty car park, I recognised my boss's car in his assigned place, the only other car was parked in the visitor's area but I recognised that car too, I had a photograph of that car in my folder or rather on a DVD ROM in my folder but the make, model, colour and registration number were all in my typed notes.

I walked into the main office, I saw my boss and the man that I had photographed fucking Christine up the arse as two other men used her other two holes, they were sitting in the goldfish bowl, a glass office that we used for sensitive meetings. I squinted my eyes suspiciously, 'What was one of James Collins's friends doing in our inner sanctum?'

I was spotted, my boss ran out to meet me, he looked towards the goldfish bowl to make sure that the door was closed, he cleared his throat, "That's Mark Daniels, the head of the council's fraud squad, he can't do anything at the moment, his team have another big case on at the moment...he's instructed me to stop all investigations into Fen Lane School, apparently we will corrupt the chain of evidence...anything that we find without following correct procedures will be classed as unfit to use in evidence!"

I smiled at my boss, he looked shocked, "I thought that you'd fight me on this!"

I shook my head, "Before you go back in there, look at this!"

I popped my DVD into my computer, searched through the list of pictures, filled the screen with the picture of the three men fucking Christine Slacktun...I pointed to the protagonists in the picture, "This one is James Collins, the woman is Christine Slacktun, James Collins's PA, the man mounting Christine from behind is Mark Daniels and the man in Christine's mouth is, as yet, unknown to me...how much have you told Mark so far?"

He looked worried as he scribbled a telephone number on my pad, "I've told him that I have suspicions, fortunately, I don't know too much so I couldn't tell him very much. This is DI Preston, tell him that Mark Daniels is involved and that he has told us to back off, no further investigations until the fraud team is free to investigate Fen Lane School...tell him that he needs to come here right now and arrest Mark Daniels before he tips off James Collins to what we're up to."

I spoke to the police inspector, I laid out what I already knew, what I could prove and I listed the evidence I already had.

My phone buzzed, I was still the only member of clerical staff in the office, my boss was asking for coffee in the goldfish bowl. I looked down the office and nodded my head, I gave my boss a smile. DI Preston was on his way with a custody team to take Mark Daniels into custody to stop him warning James Collins that we were on to him.

I made two coffees, I even raided my personal supply of chocolate biscuits and took them into the goldfish bowl on a tray.

I didn't manage to sit down at my desk, the buzzer was sounding, a visitor was at our front door, two uniformed officers and the detective.

There was a flourish of activity, Mark was arrested on a charge of conspiracy to commit a crime, it was a weak charge but it would hold him for eight hours at least.

While the details were being mulled over I sketched out a floor plan of the school, the police were going to have to go in with too little preparation so I wanted to help as much as I could.

I was called into the goldfish bowel, this time, not to bring coffee and biscuits, this time I was Mrs Clark, fraud investigator.

I pointed out that the only door into the office would be locked, "It always is, Mrs Slacktun sits facing the door so the moment it starts to open, she will warn Collins and he will have valuable seconds to destroy evidence that is held on his computer...you have to be in the main office in a second or less!"

I put the plan up on the flip chart stand, pointed out the three offices and a grizzled sergeant butted in with, "They built schools to be bomb proof in those days, my entry team will take fifty seconds at least to get through a fire door!"

I looked over at him, "That isn't a fire door, just a normal door!"

He shook his head, "Building regulations madam, there are three offices that are accessed through that single door, it just has to be a fire door!"

Then I pointed out that I was in there twenty-two hours ago, mentioned the construction of the wall was just a wood and plasterboard wall, two inches thick.

"Well, in that case, our hydraulic ram will make a silent entry...we can be in Collins's office in a few seconds, even if Mrs Slacktun is able to warn him.

DI Preston's report was nowhere near totally accurate but then there were lives that didn't need to be ruined for the sake of a few thousand pounds of fraud.

I led the group up the stairs, I put my finger to my lips to quieten the police officers, the sounds of fucking were clear...not just one woman being fucked but at least two and judging by the sounds at least two men as well and all that was discernible from over sixty feet away and through the wall of James Collins's office.

I was amazed at how easily the hydraulic ram opened the door as well as how quiet it was. Just a few pumps of the hydraulic pump and the wooden door frame bent slowly out of the way, the door opened as if it wasn't even locked.

I could see the sex act on Christine Slacktun's CCTV monitor screen, I also saw the full colour print out of my daughter Dawn and Tom in the doorway to the library that I'd seen in real life less than twenty-four hours ago. I saw DI Preston enter the room, Dawn was on Collins's bed, she was flat on her back and Collins was on top of her fucking her like a stallion. Christine was standing, she was bent over the bed kissing Dawn passionately as Peterson was behind Christine fucking her arse from behind.

I fought the temptation to rush in and push Collins off of my daughter...partly because DI Preston had given me a hand signal to stand still and stay where I was and partly to go to the CCTV controller and pop the DVD ROM out of the digital TV recorder. Those bastards were filming my daughter being raped on the CCTV system. I also wound the HDD back to the point that Dawn entered Christine's office to be confronted by the pictures of her and Tom as well as the picture of Peter touching Dawn's cunt while she kissed Tom and I erased that section of the hard disk.

I was asked to go into Collins's office to help with Dawn. I wrapped her in the sheet off of the bed and took her and her clothes out of Collins's office and over into Peterson' office. I told her to get dressed quickly and stopped her explaining anything to me just then. I told her to leave the school building and to go straight home.

Dawn must have crossed paths with the next significant person to enter the scene, the man that walked into Christine's office was unbuttoning his shirt, he called out, "Okay boys, where's this fifteen year old girl with the beautiful big titties that needs a new daddy?"

It was at that point that I recognised him as the third man with Christine at Collins's house the previous morning but he recognised that he was in the shit because his friend's office was full of police officers rather than full of men fucking a fifteen year old girl.

He turned to run but I launched myself at him and wrestled him to the floor...we were still wrestling when Beta team rolled through the office door to help with the search.

DI Preston assumed that the girl had escaped when I affected a citizen's arrest on a man that Collins had called in to help him rape a fifteen year old girl.

I pointed out that the man had been seen at Collins's house the previous day having sex with Christine in a Ménage à trios with Collins and Daniels.

DI Preston looked for Dawn, "It looks like the girl has given us the slip while you were capturing this scumbag!"

I didn't like to disillusion him, I just let him believe that Dawn had run rather than I'd sent her home.

Collins had been wearing a condom when he was fucking Dawn, that condom was taken as evidence, after all, it had both Dawn's and Collins's DNA on it, several other condoms were retrieved from the bin to be tested for evidence. A locked box containing DVD ROM disks, more than ten years worth of school girls being raped by Collins and his friends was retrieved for evidence. They had Collins's mobile phone that contained group text messages to several men...including Mark Daniels, inviting them over to a gang bang at the school.

I left the police cataloguing the contents of the offices, there was an invoice for three thousand pounds worth of text books in my folder but in Christine's filing cabinet the corresponding receipt was for expensive food and wine, Smoked Salmon and bottles of champagne, someone had been partying in the school on the education authority's pound.

I left Fen Lane School to go back to my office, there was nothing more that I could do with the police without getting under their feet so I needed to report back to my boss.

I spotted Dawn waiting at the bus stop and realised that there were more and more police cars buzzing around the place...it wouldn't take long for one of them to realise that DI Preston was looking for a missing fifteen year old girl and the local bus stop was holding such a girl so I stopped to pick her up.

She climbed in the car and started right out with "Mum...it wasn't my fault..."

I stopped her, "I know...there is a camera over the doorway to the library and Mr Collins filmed you making out with Tom and he used that picture to blackmail you into letting him have sex with you."

Dawn gasped, "How did you know?"

I was sitting in the coffee area behind the receptionist's desk, I could see you and Tom in the library doorway from there..." That caused Dawn another gasp.

"You can't see through that window, it's been painted over."

"You can see from the inside to the outside when it is darker inside than out."

"Mum, what will we do when the police find the pictures of me and Tom?"

"Well, the pictures that Mrs Slacktun used to blackmail you with weren't very good quality...you only knew that it was you and Tom because you knew it was and you recognised your clothes in the picture but the police won't recognise you."

Dawn gasped yet again, what about Peter...they had a picture of him touching me between my legs, they told me that I could go to prison for incest but I didn't even realise that it was Peter touching my pussy when I was kissing and...well, you know what I was doing for Tom!"

"I took that photograph off of Mrs Slacktun's desk, Peter is shown very clearly in that photograph. I also deleted the film that they made of them having sex with you from the CCTV's hard drive..."

Yet another Dawn shaped gasp.

They were also making a DVD of you, I'm guessing that they were going to use the DVD of you having sex to further blackmail you at a later date...I brought that DVD with me as well, I was hoping that you'd let your father watch the DVD, he loves to watch films of young girls having sex."

Dawn gave me a strange look, "Are you being serious?"

"Of course I am, your father would love to watch you having sex with a man as old as James Collins!"

"I don't think that dad would be too happy to watch the video of me..."

"Why not?"

"Welllllllll...when I realised that I was going to have to do it anyway, I decided that I might just as well enjoy myself, so I didn't try to stop anything happening...in fact, after last night with Tom, I realised that I really love having full sex so, well, I...well, it kind of looks like I'm really enjoying myself...well, I really did enjoy myself."

"Your father won't mind, he knows that you and Tom were fucking like rabbits last night, he'd love to see you having fun with an older man, wouldn't you like to watch yourself having sex?"

Dawn smiled at that suggestion and then she nodded her head.

"If you sit on your father's lap while you watch the film together, you'll feel just how much your father enjoys watching you being fucked."

Dawn smiled again and looked thoughtful.

We were on the home straight, just one mile from home when we came to a dead stop, a mobile hay rick had hit a stone in the road and sprained it's ankle...it had thrown a wheel, then it tilted past it's centre of gravity and taken a little lie-down in the middle of the narrow road, the farmer was lucky that he was pulling the trailer with a Calendar 2021, the trailer had started to tip the tractor over as well but it snapped the towing eye on the back of the tractor, leaving it on all four wheels.

It was a ten mile round trip to get into our village from the other direction, one of the beauties of living in the fens, lots of wide drainage ditches and few road bridges to cross them.

We got an apology from the farmer and then he drove off, leaving his mobile hay rick sleeping across the road...he needed something pretty big to move twenty tons of bailed hay.

I looked over at Dawn, "Have you read the backs of the doors in the men's toilet?"

Dawn took up an instant 'Defensive posture', "Mum, I never asked the boy to write that about me on the toilet door...I will admit that I'm happy to play but until last night, I'd never been all the way with any man or boy..." Dawn quietened her voice to a whisper, "...what is it with boys that they all want others to see them having sex?"

I laughed at her, "It isn't only men darling, I love having people watching me when I'm having sex...I like them to join in as well...your father and I had to calm things down a little when Sarah got old enough to notice things like that...and what about the comment in red under the bit about you?"

"Red...what comment in red?"

I woke my camera up and opened the gallery. I selected the picture from last night and zoomed in on the red message under the one inviting men to come to the toilet to let Dawn suck their cocks or to wank them off.

Dawn's jaw dropped as she read the open invitation to all local men to go to the toilet yesterday at three PM to gang rape her, she mumbled, "Shit mum, I saw seven men hanging around the park when I got off the school bus yesterday...bloody good job that I didn't go to the toilet with Paul Baker yesterday...seems I have to thank you once again mum for letting me bring Tom home...shit...Tom, he'll be looking for me at the bus stop, he was going to come home with me again tonight!"

"You still want Tom to come round after all that's happened to you today?"

Dawn smiled at me, "It was only a little bit of sex mum, no big deal really...hey, can I show Tom the DVD of me please?"

"Sorry darling, there's going to be a court case in the very near future, if Tom blabs about the video, it could harm the prosecution...and me, I've removed evidence critical to a rape case."

"Well, I'm not going to say I was raped...I'll say that I was a willing participant."

"That won't work darling, even if you were over sixteen, he is one of your teachers, if he has sex with a student, under English law, he is guilty of rape because he is in a position of authority over you."

There was the sound of rolling thunder ahead of us, it was a big cat, not a lion or a jaguar, it was a Caterpillar 950M wheel loader, if a tractor of that size had been towing the hay stack it would never have fallen all the way over and it wouldn't have broken the towing ring either. We had to sit and watch as the hay was shovelled up and dropped into a large bin trailer, once the twenty tons of hey was off the broken trailer, the farmer simply flipped it over the hedgerow and into the field with the bucket.

There was still a lot of hay to drive through.

As we drove past the park there was a group of four men holding a meeting at the side of the men's toilet, "Do you know any of those men Dawn?"

Dawn looked over at the group..."The tall man...I sucked his cock one day last week, he tried to force me to let him take my virginity but I fought him off, I ended up kneeing him in his balls and running out on him."

I dropped Dawn off at home and left John with Dawn's DVD to watch and returned to my office.

Things certainly had moved fast...because Mark Daniels had been taken into custody earlier before Dawn was blackmailed into sex, a police officer was actually holding Mark's mobile phone when James Collins' invitation came in as a pictorial text message, Dawn was naked, she was on her knees in front of Alan Peterson, sucking his cock, the text attached said, 'Fifteen year old bitch needs training, come as soon as you can!'

Seeing that message made the custody officer submit Mark's mobile phone for forensic examination which revealed more evidence of illegal activity so that Mark could be held on stronger charges than just suspected collusion in a fraud and because we'd entered the office while Alan, James and Christine were all distracted with Dawn, the search team found far more evidence than was needed to take the trio to court on all kinds of serious charges, including the rape of underage girls.

It wasn't quite the Crown Court, it was only the local Magistrate's Court and it wasn't a committal hearing, it was a test of evidence and a jurisdiction check. Less serious cases would be heard in the Magistrates Court where they could issue a small fine or a prison sentence of up to six months, for more serious cases, the magistrate would test the evidence and send the more serious cases to the Crown Court but even if they sent the case up to the Crown Court, the Magistrate would either set bail conditions or, if they considered that there would definitely be a prison sentence at the end of the trial, they could send the accused to be remanded in custody until their case could be heard in the Crown Court.

I was questioned in the witness box for almost as many hours as I'd worked on the investigation, the court adjourned for lunch and I was so turned on that I had to have sex with John in a nearby hotel, just to take the edge off of my sexual excitement. We fucked for the whole two hours that the court was adjourned and then I went back into the witness box without any knickers on and my husband's spunk trickling down between my thighs as I faced the judge and smiled sweetly at him...wondering what he had under his bonnet.

My investigation into the original fraud case was a very minor part of the trial in all honesty but my photographs of the four having sex together had linked the main protagonists in the case together and in English law, conspiracy to commit a crime was always punished far harder than actually committing that crime. Half way through my testimony the court was again adjourned because James Collins had, through his legal team, just handed back a quarter of a million pounds of stolen money to try to protect his property from seizure, he knew that he would be going to prison for a while but at least when he got out he would have a comfortable house full of expensive things to make life more bearable in his old age.

I was speaking to DI Preston during that break, "Collins thinks that stripping the fraud element off of the charge sheet and handing the money back will save his houses. His legal team have told him that this Magistrates bench is very weak and that handing over a quarter of a million pounds will be seen as an act of contrition and will get him out on bail"

"Won't it?"

He shook his head, "He might get bail but he won't get off the steps of the court building, we have an arrest warrant in our hands for Misconduct in Public Office to get him back in our cells, he will be the first non-government official to face that charge. And it won't save his property, we haven't brought it out in this case because we wanted just enough to encourage the Magistrate to hold Collins in prison while we get all of our ducks in a line...when we searched his house, we found hidden files, film catalogues of the girls that he targeted over the years, he used to pick out one girl on her first day at his school, he would groom her, get something to blackmail her with and then use her as his sex slave for the six years that she was at the school, the girls often left school at sixteen and went to work in London in a brothel that Collins has links with...Collins isn't aware that we found his secret stash yet and after the crown court case, I'll be asking for all of his finances to pay compensation to all of the girls that he has raped over the years and I need a forensic accountant to work on the case alongside me...how would you like a change of job Victoria?"

A shiver ran through my body as I said, "Are you offering me a job?"

He smiled at me and nodded his head, "I think that you would do a great job, I want every grubby little penny that Collins has stolen from the government as well as all the money he's made out of selling young girls bodies for sex!"

At the end of the day John was waiting for me, I slipped into his car at his side, "How turned on are you now?" he said as he flicked one of my erect nipples through my blouse.

"I'm horny enough to fuck a donkey!"

John turned the car's engine on, slipped slowly into the stream of traffic..."Interesting...I know a farmer who has a stud donkey that's had to be pensioned off because people don't want to pay for donkey rides any more...I'll have to give him a ring when we get home!"

31,800 Words.

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