Perverts 'R' Us

What Little Girls R 4 - Part 4

By Pagan ( m+/F, M+/gg, rape, nc, anal )

Copyright kayce69@fsworld.co.uk

More lies and alibis, but it's all good news for the Boys…

Pat's knees slammed together hard, trapping her wet sticky fingers onto her pulsating cunt. She grunted and moaned, and her whole body shuddered in an amazing orgasm. She lay exhausted, her mouth open and panting, but she could hear people talking, excited jabbering, and much as the tingle between her legs told her she didn't want to, she climbed off the bed.

Finding another housedress, she quickly covered her cum and sweat-soaked body before slowly moving towards the window. Pressing her face hard against the pane, she strained to look left, and she could just make out the bus stop. She could see the crowd, her mouth opened, her sticky fingers closed over it. She wanted to cry out for joy, but nothing came out. She knew the clothes - it was Alan. The bastard looked dead, but then realization set in. Oh god, what to do next?

She knew she mustn't be home and someone had to know that. Faster than she could think, she put on shoes, a headscarf, grabbed a long coat, hat and gloves, covered the rope marks, and then grabbed her shopping bag. Moving quickly to the kitchen, she grabbed at the shopping she had picked up yesterday, and then out through the back gate.

Discreetly she moved down the road. Seeing no one, she made for the second turning on the right, and then around and on to her road. She could see the people; well, it was a crowd by now, still gathered by the bus stop. Nonchalantly, she walked back towards them, she giggled as she felt the irritant tickle her inside a little.

She played her part well, looking concerned at the commotion. She recognized the woman from two doors down. She would do, so she made straight for her and enquired as to what was wrong? Hearing the words "rucksack", "knife", and "dead" she immediately decided discretion was the better part of valor, excused herself and moved away. She knew the police would find out they were related and she had the alibi now to clean the house, remove all traces of him being there, and play dumb.

It all went to plan. Everything was covered up - the fact she was out shopping, she didn't know why her nephew was in the area, and all the lies were covered by her two doors down. She had gotten away with it.

It was nine-twenty the Tuesday after the funeral. Just like any other day, the girls had gone, Peter was on another overnight trip and she was looking after the house.

The knock on the door startled her, but she relaxed, Alan was dead, she almost giggled at his death as she swung open the door, the smile quickly left her face as Des and Dick shoved a big lad in past her, straight in to the kitchen, "Hello Mrs. Thomas, meet Donkey John."

Flustered, she fell back against the wall. She tried to recover quickly, but not quickly enough to stop Des from slamming the door shut. She snapped at them, "Get out of my house. Go on, all of you, or I'll call the police."

Des stood in front of her, Dick to her right, and this other boy - he was a boy, but he stood head and shoulders above Pat - on her left, blocking any access to the back door. "Go on, call the police. We may have to, with what John and we know."

Pat cowered back, "What do you mean, what you know?"

Des grinned, "You didn't know? Oh, let me enlighten you. John's dad owns the local store. The store you were at the day before Alan died, not the day he did, and we know where Alan was, because we have his diary that says your husband is also away tonight. And we know why you asked Alan over that day and for what."

Pat spluttered, "Here for what, when, what are you talking about?" Dick suddenly slapped her bottom, "You just call the police and we can all sit down and tell them the truth, I think they call it perjury. It is an offense, maybe a prison offense; will it be in all the papers?"

The words filled her with fear and it showed in her face, Dick laughed, "Don't want to go to prison, don't want the neighborhood to know, don't want hubby to know, and what about Alan's parents? You, the reason for their son's death, or would you like us to keep your little secret?"

Pat stared from gloating face to gloating face before Des grabbed her arm and marched her to the kitchen stool, "Sit there, we have some talking to do."

She was shocked, almost dream-like as she lifted her leg up and slid obediently onto the stool. She smoothed her skirt down as she tried to appease the three boys that gathered around her. "Now look boys, there must be an explanation, a mistake."

Des was quickly at her, "The only mistake was you opening the door. You didn't have to open the door to Alan, did you? Oh no, he had a key. Is that what you said to him, 'this is a mistake'?"

Dick joined in, "Was that before he had you tied up? He brought enough rope, and wait until we tell the police what it was for, that you gave him a key because that's what you like?"

Pat flustered, "No, I didn't give him a key, no it's not what I like, it wasn't like that."

Des went to the kitchen cupboard, and pulled out some clothes line, "Then what's this for, need two clothes lines, do we? What for? The police will be interested. Young boys don't lie."

Pat was now totally bemused, completely flustered she spluttered, "No, no, don't involve the police. We can sort this out, some money maybe, or some presents?"

Des was behind her, "You want your secret kept, put your hands behind you, now," Pat went to get off the stool.

Dick grabbed her as she bent forward and put her head in a neck lock. John grabbed her arms. He was immensely strong, too strong for her as Des wound the rope around her wrists.

The whole thing lasted but half a minute, but soon Pat sat on the stool, her wrists fastened behind her and three boys with stupid looks on their faces grinning at her.

"Look, stop this boys, this is…" That's as far as it got as Dick's hand connected with her cheek.

"Shut it woman, just shut it or we will shut it for you," he grabbed the top of the dress and pulled her face to his, "Not a fucking word, or we will shut it. I can soon find something to gag you with, understand?"

Pat just sat helpless as the boys drank in the sight, the two top buttons of her top ripped off, and she knew they could see the swell of her breasts. With all the struggling, her loose-fitting skirt was now above her knees, her nylon-covered legs clearly excited John.

Something inside her snapped. She had to escape. This situation could go no further; no matter what it took or how she looked, her mind told her to get out of the house.

Play-acting the pathetic woman, she started to sob. Bowing her head, she watched their feet as they giggled and moved around her, she waited for a gap then she bolted. Quickly she reached the door, turned, her bound hands grabbed at the knob, it turned, she swung round, and the road beckoned. As she moved to go, hands grabbed at her, fingers entwined in her hair, and other hands grabbed at her slim waist. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs for a scream, a hand slapped over her mouth as she was pulled back. Helplessly overpowered, she watched as the door slammed shut in front of her.

She struggled, but without the aid of her hands it was useless. They dragged her back to the tall kitchen stool and pulled her back onto it, still with a hand covering her mouth. She mumbled and pleaded, but all she heard was, "Get something to stuff in her fucking mouth let's shut the bitch up." She watched as Des went to the washing basket.

Fingers pinched her nose, hands pulled at her jaw as first a handkerchief was rammed in to her mouth and then the scarf she had used on that eventful day was used to wrap around her head, securing the material bung firmly in place behind her teeth.

She made muffled noises at them but she was still held. The boy John was big and very strong and he made sure she stayed on the stool. Dick grabbed scissors and cut some more of the line, and she felt the rope tightly fastened between her wrists before being pulled down under her to the center stave and tied off. If John hadn't had hold of her she would have fallen back.

Next, two sets of hands grabbed at her ankles, crossing them as rope wound around them, locking them painfully crossed before more cord tugged them back to the same stave her wrist rope was bound to. As her feet drew back, the circular seat dug in to the back of her knees, forcing them to part. She was trapped on the stool, unable to move or speak, totally defenseless and during the struggle another button on her blouse had ripped away, her full bra was now clearly on view. A sight not wasted on Des, as he stepped back, "Now Mrs. Thomas, now try and run away from us."

John laughed. It was the first time he had made a sound. It sounded like a donkey, and then he spoke. It was slow and Pat realized he was retarded, "I don't think she can, Dick."

Dick brushed him aside, "Ya, ya, it was a joke John, just a fucking joke." He came up to Pat, "You want to talk now?" Pat nodded, "Just talk, any screaming or yelling and the gag goes back, understand?" Again Pat nodded.

He untied the scarf, she spat the handkerchief out. "Please stop this, just untie me and go. I'll give you some money and some presents, but just leave me alone."

Dick grabbed a handful of hair. "That's your problem. You are alone, all alone, and we are here, and for the time being I'll do the talking and you will do the answering, understand or of course the gag goes back," Pat bit her bottom lip and once again just nodded.

Des swaggered up to the stool, "We knew Alan was coming here that day. It's in his diary. Either you can tell the police how long he was here, or his parents, or you can tell us, what's it to be?"

Pat knew it was pointless arguing, she cleared her throat, "A long time."

"And what did you two do?"

"He hurt me."

"But you let him."

"No, no, that's not true. He used some stuff to knock me out. I didn't want him here," there was pleading in her voice.

"What did he do when he had knocked you out?"

"He tied me up."

"But you like being tied up."

"No, no I hate it."

"I think you're lying. What did he do when you were tied up?"

"He hurt me."

"Oh, you'll have to do better than that if you want us to untie you."

"He did things to me. It was wrong, but I was helpless. I couldn't stop him."

"Things, such as?" the evil smile told Pat all she needed to know.

"He had sex with me, he used me, it was disgusting and totally against my will."

"Do you mean he fucked you?"

"Err yes."

"Errr yes what? Come on, if you want us to let you go, tell us everything."

She had felt this way before, resigned to convincing these boys to leave her alone she said, "Yes alright, he fucked me, many times."

His hand ran over the flimsy material of her skirt just above her knee, "Everything, listening to you will stop us from getting bored, and you do know that the devil makes work for idle hands," he squeezed her just above the knee, and she jumped and whimpered. His evil smile was more leering than ever.

Her brain told her, "String it out. They can't stay long, they are only kids. They have parents to go home to. Give them the story, detail it. The oaf called John looked fit to burst right now. Just play along and get rid of them. Hopefully somebody might call, and then they would have to let her go." With the word "everything" echoing through her mind, she licked her dry lips, looked at them, and started.

"I was alone, just doing my housework, cleaning the stairs, but as I reached the bottom, he attacked me. I didn't know what was on it, but he smothered my face. It was this awful rag, it smelt. I couldn't breathe, I felt light-headed, sick,"

She jumped as Des squeezed her leg again, "Ya, ya we get the picture. Get on with it before you make us sick."

Pats plan was not going how she thought. She felt panic; she knew if she wanted to keep them listening, she had to make the description worse. If she hadn't lied about the farmhouse, if she had told her husband about Alan's visit and the things they had done to her and the girls; if she hadn't lied to everybody including the police about a fortnight ago, she wouldn't be in this mess. To her horror, she realized she had no one to help her. She had gotten herself into this, and now she would have to sink to their perverted level in the hope she would keep herself safe.

Her thoughts raced, she would have to play the friend, talk like them, agree with them, get them on her side, get them to untie her make it look as though she liked them. All she needed was one chance and she would escape. She remembered how excited Alan got when she talked filth, and she moistened her lips.

"Ya I'm sorry, don't what to make you sick, not as sick as I fucking was when I came to, tied up real tight, my legs bent up my back, my arms crossed and tied to my hair, and gagged. He really had me. I could do nothing as he waved his cock at me, threatening me, telling me he was going to fuck me all day, how he was going to use my cunt and arse, and that I would have to use my mouth. He was going to stick his cock in it and make me suck him off."

Pats eyes traveled around the boys, looking at their shorts, seeing their bulges, and she could see them getting excited. She wanted to embarrass them in to cumming in their pants. She thought just a little more and carried on, "He kept me gagged while he put his hands in my clothes, into my bra feeling my bre… I mean tits, squeezing them, hurting me pinching my nipples before his hand went under my dress and onto my legs," Pat could see the big boy, he was moving away, his hand was in his pocket. It was working.

"It was awful, I could feel his hands on my legs, rubbing all over my nylons, then he pushed them up further, touching my skin running in between my thighs until he was pushing into my pants. I was struggling, but he had tied me very tight, I could do nothing as his hand slid in to my pants and between my legs." Pat glanced at them. She could see they all had a hand in their pockets. One last push.

"Soon he was ramming his fingers up my cunt, fucking me with them, hurting me. I wanted him to stop, but I couldn't speak - the gag was filling my mouth. I just had to lay there as he held my legs open and fingered me." There was definite movement in their shorts. She tried not to look triumphant as she went for the kill.

"Then he dragged me up and got behind me. He made me hold his cock and pull on it, back and forth I pulled it - it was very hard. He was playing with my tits as he forced it through my hands making me wank him off faster." Pat saw John move behind her, he could hardly walk. "He was whispering in my ear, he was telling me how he was going to bend me over, use me, fuck me, how he was going to plow his cock up my cunt and fuck it, then my arse was going to take it, and in between all that he was going to have me on my knees and use my mouth."

Pat could hear movement behind her, grunting noises. She smiled inwardly as she guessed what was happening. Now the other two, "He came all over my hand and back. I felt his juice as it splattered all over me. He was laughing as he walked back in front of me, standing there as I knelt bound and helpless before him, 'Clean my cock bitch,' he said and shoved it at my mouth, making me open it, making me take his cock in to it. I had to tongue it, lick it. I tasted his cum as it slid down my throat."

Pat could see the boys playing in their pockets. She could hear moaning behind her, and she made a move. "If you untie me, I could tell you the story much better. You know if I wasn't in so much pain. You have tied me too tight. Come on, quickly, it's just getting to the part where he was going to tie me in a different position and fuck me." She waited, praying she had done enough.

She could see Des, he was really playing in his pocket. She smiled at Dick, "Please, it hurts." He moved, and her heart jumped. He took a penknife from his pocket and bent to her ankles. She waited, waited for the knife to cut her free. Dick's face looked up from between her spread knees.

He moved the knife from his right hand to his left, freeing his right hand. He lifted the hem of her skirt higher and higher. His eyes left hers and she saw him peering between her legs. Des stopped playing with himself and bent down beside him, both boys peering between her spread thighs. Pat panicked, "Quickly boys, cut me free. You want me to tell you how he shaved my cunt and fucked me? You? You?" she was looking at Dick, who was now looking back at her shaking his head.

Suddenly this voice from behind grunted, "Oh fuck, I'm sorry Mrs. Thomas, but I have made a mess," Dick was still holding her skirt up, but now he was grinning at her.

He looked to her side, "Come here you moron, and show Mrs. Thomas what's made the mess." Slowly the big oaf walked back in to Pat's view. Pat looked at his stupid face, but then her eyes dropped to his crotch. His hand was sticky, but what startled her was the huge thing still trapped in his fist.

The end hung fat and at least four inches of it hung out the end of his hand, she stared at the fat head, all sticky with glistening wet cum. It looked revolting, but she couldn't help it - a staggered, "Oh my god," fell from her lips.

Dick sniggered, "That's why they call him donkey - it ain't his laugh."

Pat was stuck for something to say. She desperately wanted to escape. What could she say? What could she do? The word "cry" came to her. A female crying could possibly move these twisted young perverts. They have mothers, she must play on that.

Des laughed, "Ahhhh, can you listen to the pathetic mama crying. Ahh, did dums." Pat seized on the word. Blubbering through the tears she said, "Yes, I am a mum, just like yours. You wouldn't want anybody doing this to her, would you?"

Dick had closed the penknife and put it back in his pocket. His right hand still held her skirt up, but his left hand was now stroking her knee under the skirt, "Well if she liked it, why not?"

Pat shook her head, "I don't like it, I hate it. It's wrong. You're boys, you shouldn't be doing this to me."

Des was now joining in, "Then why didn't you tell anybody about Alan and the farm? We know he fucked you a lot there and you told him you were grateful. It says so in his diary. Or about us when we had our fun with you? And you kept the girls quiet, let alone lying to the police. It was only that Donkey's mum remembers you and the dates, and we can prove Alan was here and everybody knows your husband wasn't, so if you don't complain when you get tied up and fucked by anybody, you must like it. I bet you're liking it now."

Pat squealed at them, "No, no, I hate it. You must stop it, stop it now, untie me!" Des was still grinning as he stood straight and walked behind her. Pat took no notice as she continued trying to talk to Dick, but her protests were cut short. Suddenly Des grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. She went to shout, but a cloth or handkerchief was rammed in between her lips. She tried to push it out with her tongue, but Des used his hand to keep it in place.

Dick smiled, "There, there, Mrs. Thomas, you just sit there quietly while I check if you're telling the truth or whether you're telling more lies."

Pat struggled on the stool, but she was held tightly and Dick was in no hurry. Slowly she watched the outline of his hand as it crawled further up her thigh. She felt his fingers touching the top of her stockings, playing onto her skin as she groaned, so the big boy beside her snorted. Her eyes flicked to his hand, and to her horror the fat, long meat was growing.

She was struggling now. Des had both hands pressed to her mouth, holding her firmly and quietly. Dick let the skirt fall over his hand as he moved to the side of her, his face almost touching hers. "Stop struggling, you know it's no good. My, your skin feels smooth. You remember the first time I had my hand up your skirt, feeling your cunt, playing with it, using that little brush on you. You still got that little brush?"

His fingers were now on her naked thigh, tickling over her. He had no trouble squeezing her firm flesh, the stool was keeping her knees parted. Pat's eyes darted from the grinning boy to the big oaf. She could see his hand slowly pumping the long cock. He was almost drooling as he looked at her legs, now showing her nylon tops, her skirt bunched around Dick's arm.

She looked at him. He had the look of power in his face. She blinked back the tears, but he just smiled. "You know you can't get free and all we have to do is take you upstairs." She tried to shake her head, but stopped quickly as she felt his fingers touch her pants. "Oh yes, Mrs. Thomas, all we have to do is take you upstairs, strip all your clothes off, tie you to the bed and get to work on your cunt with that little brush, and you know you won't be able to stop us and you know what it does to you."

Pat moaned, but he carried on, "We are going to fuck you today. Do you want us gone by four, before the girls get home?"

Pats eyes opened, startled with fear for her girls. She nodded franticly. Dick still kept rubbing between her legs over her pants. "Good. Des, let her speak, she's going nowhere."

Des took his hand away, dragging the cloth with it. Pat spluttered, "Please don't, just go, this is not right."

He pushed his finger into the indentation of her slit. "Feels right to me. Listen to me, you are either nice to us and you make sure we enjoy fucking you, or we tie you up, rape you as often as we like, then stay back so we can fuck the girls as well. What's it to be?"

Pat turned her head away only to be met by a giggling John, still playing with his meat. She shuddered at its width and length. She thought he must be deformed, it was enormous. She closed her eyes, shutting out the awful sight. Dick squeezed her cunt, "Open your eyes. Why don't you ask donkey to have a feel? You must be nice to him, he is keeping his mother quiet about you. She knew you weren't in his shop, she can blow your alibi. They may be thick, but they got memories."

Pat cleared her throat. Almost in a whisper, she looked at the grinning youth and said, "Hello John, would you like to put your hand up my skirt and feel me?"

Dick laughed, "What happened to all the dirty talk we had? Come on, not half an hour ago you were talking my kind of language. Come on, ask him again, and then as a little treat for us, tell us what we can do when we get you upstairs."

Trying to hide her sobs, she took a deep breath, her chest filling just as Des put his hands around and grabbed both of them. He sniggered, "And don't forget what we can do to these big beauties."

She choked a little. "John," the words stuck in her throat. "John, why don't you put your hand up my skirt and, and feel my," she took a deep breath, "cunt?"

John looked at her, "Thank you, Mrs. Thomas."

Dick laughed, "Oh, for fuck sake, get your hand up there and finger her cunt. Stick your finger up her." He looked at Pat. "You will have to forgive him, I don't think he's had a woman, and he may get a little excited. Anyway, while he's learning the basics of how to finger-fuck you, you tell us all about what we can do to you up on your bed."

By this time Des had his hand inside Pat's bra and was tweaking her nipples. She looked down at the hand actively working on her breasts and then back to the leering Dick, "Err yes, upstairs, ah, ah," Pat felt a rough hand pushing between her legs, dragging at her pants, and a finger probing her cunt lips. "Upstairs, yes, oh god, you mean it, don't you? You will be taking me upstairs?"

Dick nodded. "Oh how we mean it, Thomas. You watching him? See his hand under your skirt? You got fantastic legs, Mrs. Thomas, but we are going have a lot more fun with what's between them - what he's playing with right now, and there's nothing you can do but let us have it."

Pat groaned. Not only at the thought of having to pleasure these boys to save her daughters and her marriage, but also at the finger now clumsily probing between her legs. "What will happen to me?"

Des was still squeezing her fat breasts, his mouth closed on her ear. "We are going take you upstairs. I don't think we will untie you straight away, like to have you helpless and you like it too."

She slowly shook her head, and in a low whisper, "No, no, I don't know were you got this absurd idea from. I'm happily married, I don't like it, I, aahh," Des had found her nipple and squeezed it.

"Who cares, as long as your husband doesn't find out about, you know what? You're safe. All I care about is keeping you tied up while you're on your knees doing the business."

John suddenly stuttered, "I, I got my finger inside. It's all warm."

Dick grinned, "Just keep pushing it slowly in and out, it won't be long before you find out just how much fun that hole really is."

Pat groaned, and Dick snapped, "Listen Thomas, if you know what's good for you, you are supposed to be making today fun. Now talk dirty, not about what Alan did to you, tell us about what's to cum, and I mean that literally."

She was alone. She had allowed stupid actions that had gotten her into this position. She was now at the mercy of these three boys. Suddenly a wave of remorse and helplessness washed over Pat as she said, "You will untie me and take me upstairs."

Dick shook his head, "Remember what Des just said."

"Oh no, you won't untie me, you will make me go upstairs still with my hands bound."

Dick nodded.

She closed her eyes, forcing a tear to trickle down her cheek, "You will take me in my bedroom, make me get on my knees, and then I will have to suck all of you off. One at a time, you will stick your cocks in my mouth and fuck my throat until you cum."

Des squeezed her nipple.

"Ahh, yes, yes, while I am sucking one cock someone else will be playing with my br… tits, and I will be knelt with my legs open so another can have has his hand up my skirt, getting into my pants, fingering my cunt, ah, ah."

Dick smiled, "There, you're getting into it now, and I guess donkey boy is doing the same to you. Is that what you tried to do to us? Get us excited? Talking of excited, I do hope you still have that brush."

Time was not on Pat's side; she had just less than four hours to do what these boys wanted. The girls, nothing must happen to the girls, no matter what. These boys had to be gone by three thirty. She resigned herself to doing what they wanted. Sniffling, she remembered the little brush and what it had done to her. Because of the marks from her encounter with Alan, she had avoided Pete. She had not had sex since Alan. She remembered how Pete had left her alone after the farmhouse. She had been easy prey for the boys then. Now it made her feel sick, knowing that brush was sat for all to see on her dressing table. It was pointless hiding that.

Hands were mauling her breasts, and a finger pushed in and out of her cunt. She looked at leering faces gloating at her. If her eyes moved she saw that huge cock slowly being pumped in the imbecile's hand. Was she getting wet? Was her body betraying her? She had no time to think; she had to get on with it.

"After you have all fucked my mouth and forced me to swallow your juice, you will take all my clothes off."

Dick cocked his head, "We do like the stockings left on."

"Yes, yes, ah, yes, you will leave the stockings on, and then you will get me on the bed. My legs will be open and you will start to tickle my cunt with my brush. You will tickle me until I get wet."

Dick nudged John, "Wiggle your finger when it's up her," he grinned back at Pat and pushed his tongue out and waggled it at her.

"Ah, ah," Pat felt the invading finger wiggle up her, "Yes, yes, ah, you will lick my cunt until I'm really wet, all the time one or two of you will be working on my t… ah, tits, sucking the nipple, making me hot, forcing me to beg you, beg you to fuck me. It will be your choice. I will be unable to, ah, ah, to stop you. You will decide how to fuck me-ee."

Dick grinned, "Many times today."

"Yes, yes, one at a time, or on my knees, one in my cunt while the other fucks my throat." She looked at the huge cock in the boy's hand, but knew she had no choice. "Or maybe all three at once, but I will be your slave and you will fuck me many times, and I'll make sure you enjoy it, ah, nooo, ahhh."

John looked at Dick, "She's wet herself and its sticky and slippery, just like mine."

As Pat sobbed helplessly on the stool, Dick slapped John on the back, "You just made her cum. Let's get her upstairs and do it to her again."

Dick dug the penknife out of his pocket and handed it to Des, "Cut her free, its time to take her upstairs." He looked at Pat like the third person, "It's time to have her all to ourselves and fuck the shit out of her."

Pat whined as she felt the knife cutting at the rope on the stave, but her mind was soon taken away from that. Dick grabbed John's juice covered fingers and jabbed them in Pat's mouth. "There you go, Mrs. Thomas, get used to the taste of cunt and cock. Your mouth is going to be tasting it a lot today."

She groaned around the invading digit, tasting her own cunt juice. The groan became louder as she felt the rope holding her ankles back under the stool snap free, and the pain in the back of her knees brought more tears to her eyes. Des came around, knelt and undid her ankles, and in just a few seconds her legs dangled free.

Quickly hands grabbed her arms and she was dragged forward, stumbling as she tried to keep her balance. The boys hauled her back and around towards the stairs, Des on one side, the oaf John on the other. Dick grabbed the rope trailing from her bound wrists and, gazing at the firm swaying arse and shapely calf muscles of her nylon-covered legs, followed them up the stairs.

Pat's eyes looked left and right as she climbed the stairs. The look of lust chilled her, that same look she had seen in Alan's eyes. She hoped these boys would not have the same degree of cruelty. She just wanted these next few hours over so she could have time to work out how to rid herself of them and their hold over her.

In the bedroom, nothing was said. They just took off their shorts and stared at her. Her breasts jutted out, full, round, and firm, held at a grotesque angle above her bra. She shuddered as she knelt, defeated by a bunch of schoolboys. She could do nothing but stare at their rigid cocks and await her fate.

Dick was the first up, prodding his cock at her face. Pat didn't waste any time. She opened her mouth and took the grinning boys cock into it, sucking and tickling, moving her head back and forth, knowing the harder she worked on him, the quicker he would cum.

She heard Des whisper to John, "Go get a handful of her tits. While we've got her hands tied there's nothing she can do, so I'm going up her skirt. Got to get my hand in her pants and finger her cunt. We got to keep her hot; she fucks and sucks great when she's hot."

Pat knelt on the bedroom floor, gagging as first Dick then Des pummeled her mouth, making her suck them and tongue their cocks until she took both loads of juice into her stomach. Then it came to the moment she was dreading. Waving in her face was the biggest cock she had ever seen. The fact that it belonged to a boy was bad enough, but a retarded boy who would get easily excited and not realize the pain he could inflict on her scared her most.

She forced herself to smile into his emotionless face before she opened her mouth as far as she could and engulfed the massive head, licking at it, lapping her tongue all over, tickling the hole, and moving her head around, doing everything to stop him from ramming it further in.

Dick watched and giggled at her discomfort before he had Des hold her skirt up while he slid under her. He lay between her spread thighs so he could pull her pants to the side and lick at her open cunt, much as Pat worked on filling her mouth with the oaf's filth as fast as she could, she still couldn't help but become aroused. Des had already tickled her now, and Dick's very active tongue was continuing her torment by licking at her exposed clit.

Des tweaked her hard, sensitive nipples, playing with her. He couldn't wait to see her cheeks blow out when John pumped himself into her throat. He knew when that happened they would have her. She would be naked on her back with them using the little brush to make her their plaything.

Dick knew that John had blown himself. It didn't take long - a kid's first blowjob - but he did fill her mouth. Dick could see as her hips jerked to him, gagging as she tried to empty her full mouth. He slid out from under her, and the sight that greeted him made him giggle. John was still standing in front of Pat, the fat, sticky head of his cock dangled on her chin while cum was dribbling from the corners of her mouth. He giggled again as she tried not to vomit, "Well, Mrs. Thomas, doesn't look like you will need any tea tonight."

Although she was still coughing and choking on the filth in her throat, they dragged her up and Dick grabbed her jaw. "Right, we are going to untie your hands. Don't even think of doing anything stupid." She tried to nod. "Good, you will strip for us, apart from the nylons - we think they look dead sexy, then you are on the bed, legs open, showing us your shaved cunt while I find the brush, understand?" She nodded again, "Good, free her, Des."

Des pulled at the knots freeing her. Pat stood for a moment rubbing her wrists. She looked at the boys, their eyes lusting at her body. Slowly she removed her blouse, then her tits stood proud and free. John grunted as her skirt slid down her legs, quickly followed by her panties. Trying to look brave, she slid on to the bed, lay on her back and opened her legs.

Des and John had watched the whole strip, but Dick had found the brush. He had also busied himself looking through her drawers; maybe she had some sexy underwear. He grinned at her as he approached the bed, the brush dangled from his hand. "Okay lads, let's have some fun with our Mrs. Thomas."

Pat gave up any thoughts of fighting. She wanted them gone. She stole a quick look at the clock. All she had to stand was two and three quarter hours. They could have her, do what they liked, she would get them off, she would take the fucking they had planned for her, and she was free. She would save her girls.

It didn't take them long. Pat's body had already been aroused. She was wet and Dick remembered the last time. He tickled her with the brush; quick light strokes over her clit forced her hips to jump. Mouths attacked her nipples, sucking on them. They played with her, sniggering as her hips moved. Her knees rose and her heels dug into the bed. She had been ordered to keep her arms above her head, and her fingers itched to relieve herself, but she daren't.

They wanted her to beg, and as Dick tickled between her cunt and arse the first, "Oh god, yes," spilled from her lips, and then as Dick started using his tongue, her knees clamped his mouth to her cunt and a strangled, "Yes, yes you bastard, you win, I need it, go on do me, fuck me now," filled the room.

For the next two and a half hours they took her. First Dick fucked her, and then John plowed his huge cock up her. She had never taken anything so big, and in such an aroused state, she had squealed as it filled her. Dick got the idea to lay John on the bed and watch as she impaled herself on his pole, fucking herself into a frenzy as he tickled her clit with the brush and Des worked on her tits.

Twice she was on her hands and knees and being fucked from both ends. The humiliation of listening to school boys as they joked about how this was the way to have Mrs. Thomas - a cock stuck in both ends. And then after every time they came, she was forced to suck them deep into her mouth, licking and tickle their balls until they were ready to use her again.

They became expert at that. Each boy took a turn to lie on the bed. Pat had to stand, her hands behind her head, her legs straight, as she bent over and sucked, licked, and tickled them with her tongue while the two others were behind her, tongues, fingers and the little brush, tickled and aroused her. They made her so incredibly wet that when they were ready she was in no position to stop them, whether she wanted to or not.

She was arse-fucked, and Dick and Des were so high on lust that they held her while she was forced to endure John's huge cock deep in her bowels. Twice she was three-way'ed and tit fucked. In the last three quarters of an hour, two rested while one fucked her. Dick was making sure she never stopped. He wanted her exhausted, because he knew something the other two didn't.

It was ten to four, and John had just fucked Pat again. He was insatiable, and couldn't get enough of this new fun. She was so aroused that she had cum twice before he finished with her. She lay there, panting from exertion as Dick bent and picked up the rope. He nodded to Des.

Quickly they were on her, and before she could do anything they had turned her. Her hands were dragged behind and crossed, and her hair was grabbed, dragging her head back. Her pants were shoved between her lips as the end of the rope was wound around her face, locking her arms up and the pants in her mouth.

She thrashed around the bed, trying to free herself. Dick gave the order to the other two, "Grab a leg each and pull them wide." She lay on her stomach. She tried to twist and turn, anything to escape, but it was useless. She was in a helpless position, and with her legs held open, she was unable to move. Dick went to the bedside cabinet drawer, opened it, and took out a half-full bottle of white lotion. "I read about this in his diary. I recognize the description of the bottle - blue, and I think I know what it does to you."

Muffled squeals filled the room, then silence as she felt the cold lotion touch her between her legs. Pat started squealing again as she tried to clench her muscles, trying to prevent the digit shoving into her. It was impossible, her cunt lips fat and full from the amount of times she had been forced to cum, her slit wet from her and the boy's juice, her arse still wide from John's enormous cock.

The finger slid into her. Not one, but two loads before another load slid up her arse, "Okay let her go. I think she will amuse herself for now. We, on the other hand, have other visitors to prepare for."

She struggled off the bed. It was impossible to look at the boys; the way she had been tied all she could do was stare at the ceiling, unless she pushed her arms almost to her shoulder blades. She moaned at them, but all too soon the irritation began between her legs. She dipped and jumped, trying to plead with her tormentors as well as stand and rub her thighs together, trying to relieve the itching now consuming her cunt lips.

Des and Dick just grinned at her, and John looked completely bemused, but did as he was told. Being so strong, his orders were to hold the girls while the other two bound their wrists. Pat would just be a helpless spectator, as Dick put it. They would leave her to the enjoyment of the lotion until a more sordid activity could be forced upon her.

Suddenly they heard a door slam and voices, young girl voices. Dick grabbed Pat and dragged her back to the bed, literally throwing her on it. John was behind the door, and Des on the other side. Pat struggled, but Dick held her firm, lying across her. His weight held her to the bed, his left hand tickling her cunt. Her brain fought for control over her body. She wanted to save her two girls, but the fingers on her clit drove her wild.

As the girls came through the door, Shirley was saying, "But why should the stool have rope on it and…" they froze, staring at the bed, Pat could hear them as she, "ooommppphhh and mmmmd," into her gag, her whole body now hurtling towards an orgasm as Dick's fingers rubbed furiously at her slippery wet clit, time seem to stop.

John and Des were on either side of the door, naked from the waste down, lengths of rope in their hand, their semi-erect cocks swinging. Dick, who was also half-naked, lay across the helpless Pat, his body on top of hers, his hand covering her cunt. The two girls were open-mouthed, looking delightful in little white pumps and socks, pleated grey skirts, white blouses with a red and white striped tie. It was like a tabloid scene in some perverted play.

Then it all started again at a pace. John moved forward and his huge arms encircled each girl's throat. Des moved first to Betty, grabbing her arms and twisting them behind her, securing them. Then Shirley got the same treatment. Little squeals struggled past restricted throats until they were both bound, hands held tightly behind them and John holding a handful of hair in each hand, making sure they were on tiptoes. He held them there until Des made them realize that no noise meant no pain.

Dick giggled at the activities, his finger still active while they forced groans and hip jumps from his captive, keeping her hot, knowing what he had in mind for his new captives, and the pleasure they would be forced to give him and his mates later, but most of all, what they would be forced to do next.

Dick left Pat to struggle between protection and pleasure, smiling at her as she rocked first, trying to get up and then being forced to lay down again and rub her thighs together, "Don't get up, Mrs. Thomas, just lay there and play with yourself. Oh no, you can't. Don't worry; I'm sure I can think of something or even someone to help."

Deliberately swaying his hips, making sure his semi-erect cock swayed with each step, he approached the sobbing girls. Crouching down, he looked first at them and then down to his cock between his spread thighs. Slowly he looked back up. "Hello, you two. Miss me? I know I've missed…" he stopped, his hands moved out and gripped the hems of their school skirts and simultaneously lifted the fronts higher and higher until he could see their pink panties, "…this view."

Letting go of the skirts he slid his hands further until his fingers were rubbing the soft material, he growled menacingly, "John get them to spread their legs," John looked at Des, "Pull their fucking hair out." Des snapped.

Both girls squealed and so did Pat, Pat's squeal was as she thrashed around on the bed as she came again, the girls' was through pain. Dick looked at the tear-covered faces. "Do as we tell you or you get pain. You know the rules from last time. You do remember last time, don't you?"

Betty blubbered a, "Please don't hurt us,"

Dick laughed, "We didn't hurt you last time, did we?"

Des giggled, "No we just fucked you."

"We didn't like what you did, it was wrong. Mummy said you wouldn't be back."

"Well it just goes to show how mummies can be wrong, just look at her enjoying herself and she wants more and that's where you come in," he looked up at John, "I'll take this one, you two can have some fun with Shirley," as he grabbed Betty's hair from out of John's hand, he gripped Shirley's face at her jaw, "Got a great mouth, and best of all she looks great with something long and hard stuck in it," he pulled at Betty, "Come on you, as for your mouth, your mother needs the use of that."

The way Pat was tied, all she could do was look at the headboard and mumble incoherently into the gag. Dick looked at the naked beauty, her hips twitching and jumping as the lotion continued to irritate her inner walls. He could see how wet she was, the way her thighs closed and opened, forcing her tits to move and sway, made his cock stiffen. He thought that was for later, after the delights of a young cunt.

He took a quick glance at the others. John was now holding Shirley around the throat with one hand. His other hand squeezed at the delightful bulges in her blouse. Des was knelt in front of her, his left hand holding her right knee, pushing it wide while his right hand was somewhere up under her skirt. Dick smiled as he knew his right hand was getting into a pair of pale pink panties, which brought him back to pretty little Betty.

He shoved her on to the bed. Pat's heels dug into the bedding and her hips moved. Her legs opened and then closed, her moans accompanied the sound of nylon on nylon. She couldn't see what was going on between her legs. Dick watched and waited for his moment. The second she opened them again he grabbed the back of Betty's school blouse and thrust her forward and down until her mouth came in contact with her mother's wet cunt.

A long moan echoed from behind Pat's gag, her head thrashing from side to side as she heard Dick snap at her daughter, "Eat it, you know how, I've seen you. Get knelt up, arse in the air and get your tongue up that hot hole. You know from last time you don't stop until you're drinking it. Now tongue-fuck your mother, or it will be the worse for both of you."

Dick ground the young face into the valley between her mother's legs and watched as the little pink tongue started lapping at the wet, aroused hole. His hand let go from behind her head and slowly travailed back until it reached the hem of her skirt slowly, enjoying every moment he pulled it up and over her raised bottom until it lay bunched around the waistband, the lovely round neat cheeks of her arse under the pale pink panties on full view.

He let his finger slide down the back of her panties, following the line in the crack of her cheeks until he wiggled it in to the indentation of her arsehole. Lovely little muffled squealing sounds came from between the spread thighs. He looked over at the others, "Having fun?"

John still had hold of the moaning Shirley, her tie was pulled to the side and all the buttons except the top one of her blouse were undone. Her little bra was around her neck as his big hands mauled and squeezed the firm, young mounds. Dick sniggered, as all he could see of Desmond was his naked arse. His head was up under the pleated grey skirt, and Shirley's pants lay around one ankle as she stood captive, her legs wide open, easily giving free access to what was going on between her legs.

Dick looked at his own erect cock. He moved into a position kneeling behind Betty. His hands gripped the waistband of her pink knickers and dragged them down until they strained wide across her spread thighs. Then he wet his fingers. Pat was now humping uncontrollably into her daughter's face, groaning as her hips rose off the bed, her thighs pushing up and wide. This forced orgasm was the best Dick had seen. He chuckled as he thought of the little blue bottle. It still had enough lotion inside to set the stage for a very interesting night.

And it started there and then as he pushed his wet fingers into the little pink hairless hole in front of him. His hand held her back firmly down as he drove them in and out, going further into Betty with each stroke. Past one knuckle and then another, all the time the little hole opened to him and the cute little bottom wiggle and moved. That excited him, but the memories of last time and now the thoughts of having all three of them again, helpless and theirs to fuck and play with all night, excited him even more.

Des pulled his head out from under the little grey skirt, turned and smiled at his friend, his mouth glistening, wet from licking and slavering over the young girl's cunt. "Gonna take her in her room." Dick nodded, and Des looked up at John. "Drag her into her room. We will strip her, give her body some fun, then we will start fucking her."

He looked back to Dick, "Looks like you're about to do the same." Dick just nodded, removed his finger, gripped his cock and pushed it at the lovely pink slit. He started to push his hips forward. The room filled with the sound of desperate female voices. Pat grunted wildly into another orgasm, Betty and Shirley squealed in unison, Betty as she was feeling the cock pushing into her, Shirley as she was lifted and carried out of the room.

Dick continued to push in. Though it was lubricated by his wet finger, it was still a tight little hole. It closed around his length as he shoved back and forth, his right hand holding her head firmly into her mother's cunt. Long, deep strokes forced Betty to tongue-fuck her mother, her face already covered in wet, sticky juice. Suddenly she got another spurt, as Pat couldn't help but climax again.

Dick slowed into nice, long, deep thrusts, smiling as he watched the little blond head of his young captive actively moving between her mother's legs.

John had Shirley pinned to the bed, she squirmed helplessly while Des was busy removing her clothes, all though they had untied her hands, she was no match for the two boys. Within minutes they had her held down on her bed, naked, while fingers pinched, prodded and invaded her lovely young body.

Des resumed his activities between her legs, his thumbs digging into her thighs, holding her legs open while John licked and sucked at her perfect young nipples, his right hand squeezing them into long cone shapes as he forced the nipple into his mouth. His left hand held her hair tightly to the bed.

The excitement was just too much for Dick and he soon found himself filling the young cunt with his juice. Pat was still humping into her daughter's face. It was obvious she was about to cum again with the moan from behind the gag as Dick dragged Betty up to sit on the bed while he rammed his sticky cock into her wet, blubbering mouth.

Forcing it in, he stood there making her suck, lick, and tickle the meat with her tongue. The lovely feeling of a wet, sucking, warm mouth made it doubly enjoyable. By reaching between the stocking-clad legs, tickling Pat's wet cunt, and rubbing the hard clit, made her jump and grind her hips into the bed, helpless. Muffled grunting noises of women in the throes of climax filled the room.

Dick waited for the heavy breathing to subside before he bent over her. He pulled the rope free from the gag. Pat groaned as she relaxed her neck. She went to spit then, but he shook his head. "No, no keep the gag in until John comes back. I think you need a big cock right now. He will have instructions not to untie your hands, understand, so you will be helpless and me and Des will have your daughters and there's nothing you can do to stop us enjoying them or you tonight."

Pat shook her head, Dick grinned, "Oh yes, as far as everybody is concerned, we are staying at John's tonight. Well, John can get his parents to lie for him. Much as they don't realize it, they are giving you an alibi, so there it is - three boys and three girls and a lot of fun. So you be a good girl and let John do what he likes to you, and he's stupid enough to believe that if he puts the lotion from the little blue bottle all over his knob end, it will help and you won't tell him any different, will you, or we will use it on the girls. Oh, and by the way, he will tell us if you speak, so I say again, understand?"

Pat groaned, and Dick smiled, "I'll take that as a 'yes'. Come on, you. Let's get your clothes off." He dragged the bound girl towards the door, grabbed the handle, and looked back at the beauty on the bed, "Have fun, I know I will."

He opened the door to the other bedroom. As he shoved Betty in, he giggled at the scene. Shirley was naked, pinned on the bed like a butterfly. His friend Des was between her legs, licking and slavering all over her cunt, his tongue aided by a finger prodded up the inviting pink hole. John's mouth engulfed her right breast while his right hand played with the nipple on her left. Her face was blank as she stared at the ceiling, her arms up above her head and wide like a starfish, but Dick noticed one thing. Every so often her little hips jumped, unable to control herself, getting aroused by the continual assault.

"Sorry to spoil the party, boys, but I think John is required in the other room. Mrs. Thomas needs your fat long cock and she would like you to fuck her with it." John looked quizzically at him. "Oh don't worry, John. She says she likes you and she will let you do anything you like to her. She wants her tits sucked and her arse fucked as well. She even wants to kiss and snog you and she wants to suck your cock, so make sure you do all those things to her and don't forget to put some of that lotion on your cock before you do her, she'll like that. Go on, what are you waiting for? Go fuck the lady."

John got up and walked past Dick, his long thick cock swaying like a fat snake searching for a kill. Dick smiled and thought, "That thing could have ruined tonight if it had got up the girls. Best let him fuck mother all night. He or Des could always pop in for some of Pat if they felt like it." He tapped John on the arm and handed him the lotion bottle. "Don't forget this."

John opened the door to the main bedroom. Pat still lay on the bed. Her eyes flew to his cock, staring back at her, huge, hard, erect and menacing. She groaned. She knew she had to stay quiet. Her daughters' safety depended on it, but her helplessness was confounded by the fact she had also seen the little blue bottle clasped in his hand.

In his deep, rather timid voice, he stuttered, "Er… Mrs. Thomas, Dick said you wanted me to fuck you. Is that right?" Pat chewed on the cloth in her mouth. The thoughts of those boys putting the lotion up her girls frightened her. She looked over at him and nodded.

He moved towards her. She couldn't take her eyes off the huge, fat, long meat swaying at his hips. He mumbled, "And you want me to kiss you and you want my cock in your mouth and I'm to stick it up your arse, but you're not to speak to me. It's all part of the game. I'm just to keep fucking you as much as I can because you like me and want me to. Is that right, Mrs. Thomas? Is it?"

Pat swallowed and nodded. Her eyes closed as she thought of the huge cock. A thought raced into her mind. If she let him fuck her cunt and sucked him off, maybe he would be too tired to push that monster up her arse. She spat the cloth out and smiled at him. He saw it and moved closer. "Shall I start by sucking your tits?" John smiled back and waited. Pat nodded.

His large head slowly went to the firm, round mounds. As his mouth opened he said softly, "Mrs. Thomas you have lovely tits. Thank you for letting me suck them," his lips parted, allowing his tongue to slip out and caress the hard, red bud. Slowly he licked it into his mouth. Pat groaned, not through pain, but he was so gentle. Gone was the hard sucking, the feeling of teeth on her nipple. Now it was more like a baby suckling, the mouth pulsed, softly pulling the bud to a new height of sensual excitement.

She swooned a little. She felt his fingers trailing down her body until they slid between her legs. The sensual feeling grew as the finger gently rubbed and tickled at the folds of her cunt, allowing them to moisten with her juice before slipping around her clit. Her back involuntarily arched, and her legs opened as wide as they could. She whispered a quiet, "Yes, yes just there," before she jumped to his touch.

His touch was so soft that she was amazed that such an oaf would be so gentle. She moaned and he stopped licking. Her eyes were half-closed, but she could see him looking at her. His voice was like a school boy asking his teacher for something. "Can I kiss you, Mrs. Thomas?" She smiled and nodded. His kiss was the same, soft and gentle, she pushed his mouth open with her tongue and then snaked it inside. He sucked it like a dummy. His fingers, wet and slippery, slid in and around her fat, full cunt lips. She arched again. She was in a haze - she couldn't believe she could be so aroused by this retarded boy.

She "mmmmm"ed as he drove her on. John looked at her and she panted, "Fuck me, fuck me with that big cock and make it hard." He stood, and she watched as he dipped his finger in to the blue bottle and stroked the lotion on his fat purple head.

He put the bottle down and moved towards the bottom of the bed. He stopped, "It tingles."

She smiled and whispered, "Quickly then, put it in me." Quickly wasn't the word. Within seconds he was between her legs, shoving hard up her wet hole. She was aroused and had been well-fucked but he still had to push. As he sank in all the way, she let out a long, low moan before her hips started to pump.

Des and Dick lay on each bed, stroking their cocks, Betty and Shirley stood between the beds, both girls totally naked, kissing each other while fondling each other's tits. Dick held a small saucer in his hand. On it were the remnants of two blobs of white, creamy lotion.

Dick winked at Des as the girls started to squirm, their hips rubbing at each other. Little groans in between the kissing sounds let both boys know the lotion they had slid up their little pink slits was starting to bite.

As soon as they dipped and jumped, they were ordered to finger each other. They looked so cute with their legs open, trying to rub away the irritation.

Another ten minutes and they were in a sixty-nine, mouth covering wet slits, tongues licking at the juice now dripping from their aroused holes. Des stood by the bed, his arms wide as he tickled each wet, pink hole, making sure their tongues stayed active.

Dick looked in on John. He was surprised. Pat was free, but she was fucking and sucking like a woman possessed. Dick couldn't believe his eyes. John's cock was almost disappearing down Pat's throat while she sat on his fingers. They were moving furiously, driving up her cunt. Dick turned, and still shaking his head, he returned to the bedroom. He stood and looked. The girls were now either side of Des, their mouths licking and sucking up and down his cock while their fingers rubbed their cunts, each little finger glistening with juice. Betty looked at him, "Will you fuck me? It tingles and I want you to do what you did to me last time. Fuck me."

All three males lay on their backs as each female bounced on their cocks. As soon as they had cum, mouths took the place of cunts until cunts replaced mouths, not once but going on until well into the morning.

A couple of times during the night, Dick left Des with Betty grinding her cunt down onto his mouth while Shirley bounced on his cock. Dick just wanted to have some of Pat, but each time he went to the big bedroom, Pat was impaled on John's huge length, moaning and squealing while she either bounced on it, knelt with him on her back, or she was just laid on the bed humping her hips onto the massive cock.

It was ten in the morning. The three boys were dressed, and the girls snuggled up to each other. They were in one bed, and each one had a hand on the other's cunt.

Dick looked at the beautiful Pat. She was well-fucked, but surprisingly nice to him. As she sat naked, all but her stockings, demurely looking at him, he put on his air of authority. "Right Thomas, we will be back. You are all our fuck slaves, so don't try anything clever and we will keep your secret."

Pat nodded, "Yes, I will not try to be cleaver. I will expect you back when I am alone and helpless. Will you tie me up and force me to do things again?"

Dick swaggered, "Yes, you will have no options. I like you helpless while I do what I like to you."

She slowly nodded, "Thank god you have run out of that lotion. I would hate you to be able to use that while I was a helpless, blackmailed captive."

Dick laughed, "The recipe is in his diary. I reckon I could market it, turn it into tablets, maybe little blue ones in honor of the bottle - make a killing for my old age, so yes, we will be using it again."

Pat turned and put her head in her hands covering a little smile, "What with the lotion and will it just be you or…" she stopped and looked up.

Dick giggled, "Oh no, all three of us. John's one of us now."

Pat looked down at her swollen cunt, juice still leaking out. "Oh dear, still I can do nothing to stop you, so what must be, must be."

Dick turned and opened the door, "True right lady, we will be back."

Pete walked back in about six-forty in the evening. "Hello girls, have I got some news for you." The girls tried so hard to look interested. They really just wanted to sleep, but Daddy was home and Mother had told them to play the game.

"Please Daddy, what is it?" Shirley shouted. Pete sat at the table as they gathered around. Pat stood, as she knew sitting would prove a little uncomfortable. He beamed at them.

"Right. Daddy has been promoted. He has a new office to look after, but it's in Langford. I know it's only forty miles away and there are trains, but we could move. It would be expensive, but we would all be together all week."

Pat cocked her head to one side and looked at him. She could see a 'but' in there. "Yes darling, there is another option. I could commute. There is a little box room above the office where I could sleep. I would be working all hours to get it up and running. I wouldn't be much company, and it would be cheaper. We would be together at the weekends, but for a while I would have to leave you alone."

Pat rubbed her hand over her hips, "Well Pete we would be able to save for the girls' schooling and when they left for college we could all move to a bigger house close by, say in a couple of years, eerr yes?"

Pete smiled, "Oh, you are wonderful. We could really make some money, maybe get a car again and we would have a great future for the whole family. It's… well, won't you be bored?"

Pat smiled at the girls, and they smiled back. She put her arm on her husband's shoulder. "Oh I expect the three of us will get bored a lot, but we will try and find something to fill our needs. We will just be itching to find something to keep us tied up for most nights, won't we girls?"

Pagan.