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First Published: 18 February 2016

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My Next Door Saviour Part 2
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, Romance, Masturbation, Public Nudity

I woke on Wednesday morning to an earthquake; either that or the house was falling down. It took my sleep-muddled brain a while to come around, Johnny had carefully rolled me onto my back, he had spread my legs as wide as they would go, pushed my heels up close to my bottom and then he had knelt between my legs and plugged his cock into my cunt. I'd slept through most of his preparations and only woke when he closed in on his climax and began to fuck me harder and faster, causing my body to slide up and down the bed slightly. I felt the warm flow of semen spreading into my belly just as the alarm clock sounded out that we'd reached six am.

"Sorry about that darling, I woke just before the alarm clock went off again and you looked so damned sexy lying there naked like that so...well, I tried not to wake you up but just got a little carried away!"

He gave me that lopsided grin that I found so endearing and usually guaranteed forgiveness of any misdemeanour, a few days earlier and I would have been very upset if Johnny had used my body like that, using me as a sex object but since my talk with Sandra's brother about the variety of sexual acts that I'd just dismissed out of hand and the fact that our previous lack of sex was all basically my fault, a problem with the way I was wired and something that Johnny had put up with for years, he was just playing catch-up because in my newly enlightened state I didn't really mind Johnny getting his sex from or with me if there was no reason for me to say no.

I didn't look for my nighty, knickers or bra, I just pulled my silk kimono over my shoulders, tied the belt at the waist and went down to cook Johnny his usual Wednesday breakfast of soft boiled eggs and toast soldiers. For the second day on the trot I stood in the kitchen with twin semen streams running down my inner thighs. Johnny sat eating his breakfast and drinking his coffee, every time he looked up at me standing up to eat because of the leakage caused by early morning wakeup call, he grinned at me like a naughty schoolboy.

Things from last night were running through my head and then I remembered that Johnny was about to tell me something before he dragged me into the shop doorway. "Erm, last night just before we got hauled in by the police, we were talking, you said something like all the guys in the pub wanted to...you know...me! I said something like they wouldn't because most of them were happily married and then you laughed and said that I'll never know. I asked what you meant by that but before you could tell me the police butted in."

"Oh that, it was nothing really, just a rumour that three or four of the guys in the darts team are actively involved in wife swapping but like I said, no one will ever know for sure."

"Where do they go to do that?"

Johnny shrugged his shoulders, "Somewhere on the estate, apparently they have a big party once a week or fortnight but most evenings there is a small gathering somewhere or other on the estate!"

Johnny had finished his breakfast and was kissing me goodbye when he repeated what he'd done the night before in the shop doorway, he pulled my kimono open and cuddled his fully dressed body into my totally naked body. Johnny was just nuzzling into my neck as his hands rubbed all over my naked body when there was a single knock on the backdoor, it opened and Sandra stepped into the kitchen behind me calling out, "It's only me!"

Johnny stopped chewing on my neck and looked into my eyes, I mouthed 'Sorry and shrugged my shoulders, I was still holding my kimono wide open even though Sandra was walking into the kitchen, Johnny looked at his watch and said, "Doesn't matter, time I was gone anyway..." Johnny pulled my kimono out of my hands and closed it over my body while I tied the belt at my waist. "...Morning Sandra, how are you today, can't stop to chat, time for work!"

Sandra smiled at him, "Don't forget you're taking Rob in today, he should be waiting out front but you know him, he's really forgetful, probably walking around the block looking for where he left the car!"

We both watched as Johnny left for work, "I'm sorry Vicky I never imagined that Johnny would want seconds before going to work."

"Seconds?"

"Well, you two did fuck again this morning before your alarm clock went off didn't you?"

I felt my face colour over, "Well Johnny did but he didn't need to wake me up because..."

Sandra's eyes sparked, "Don't tell me that you finally got round to sleeping in the nude all night?"

She chased my eyes around, I was trying to avoid her stare but she kept locked on until I finally nodded my head.

I was dragged through to the dining room table and Sandra fetched my 'Medical trial' diary and opened it at day three, "Come on, tell me everything." She said as she filled in the day, date and my unique number at the top of the page.

Once again I had to tell her everything that had happened since we spoke together when I came home from work the day before. Sandra stopped me a few times with questions like, "Did it turn you on to be the centre of attention in the pub dressed so provocatively?"

"No, I was totally embarrassed!"

"Was it exciting to show your tits to Johnny in the street outside the shop like that?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "I was scared but didn't really mind because Johnny looked so pleased that I did it for him."

"Were you turned on when the police caught you?"

"God no, I was so embarrassed being dragged off of the street by the police like that."

"When you got home, you took your coat off and took the policemen their coffees into the living room, why didn't you put your dressing gown on over the top of your clothes?"

"Well, I assumed that Johnny had invited them to stay for coffee because he wanted them to see how I was dressed."

"Did it have a reaction on them?"

"Yes, all three of them grew erections."

"So it definitely turned Johnny on seeing you in the living room with two strangers dressed sexily?"

"Seemed too."

"Did it turn you on to have two strangers so close to you in your own home while you were dressed in that way?"

"Not really, it was nice to see that Johnny was so excited though."

"What did you think when Johnny gave you a cream pie?"

"A what?"

"Washed your face with his spunk!"

"I was just happy that he didn't want to put it in my mouth, I thought that was what he wanted when he moved his ... thing ..."

"Cock, you're allowed to call his penis a cock, or a dick, or a shlong, trouser snake, one eyed monster. You're not at school now, we're all adults!"

I took a deep breath and fought back the feeling of embarrassment as I watched Sandra writing, 'I worried that my husband wanted to put his cock in my mouth but was happier when all he wanted to do was shoot his spunk over my face and tits.'

I made a cup of coffee for us both, not because I needed the drink or the stimulant but to get me away from Sandra while she wrote up the way that I'd been woken at six o'clock this morning.

"Vicky, did you say that you didn't feel Johnny's cock in your cunt at all, that you only woke up because Johnny started pushing your body up and down the bed?"

I walked in with both cups of coffee, "Erm...yes...that's right."

"So he had been fucking you for twenty minutes before you woke up?"

"I don't know how long he was...doing it... before I woke up."

Sandra smiled, "Trust me, he was fucking you for at least twenty minutes, he woke me up, I'm surprised that the noise he was making didn't wake you!"

"I shrugged my shoulders, "Well, I had two Ports in the pub, I guess they made me sleep deeper!"

"And when you woke up...did you feel his cock in you then?"

"Of course I did!"

"Are you sure, did you actually feel his cock inside your body or did you just know that he was in you because you could see that he was fucking you?"

I had to think about that one, I finally shrugged my shoulders, "I'm not sure exactly what I felt inside."

I sat drinking my coffee as Sandra wrote rapidly; she had filled in both sides of that page and had started a continuation sheet. Sandra stopped writing and tapped the end of the pen against her lips as she thought about something and then she leaned forward again, and wrote another paragraph, "How would you say you felt when Johnny told you that wife swapping was going on around the estate? Would you say that on a scale of one to ten you felt excited or disgusted, excited would be a ten and disgusted a zero?"

"I don't think I was excited or disgusted, I think I was surprised, but then I didn't think we had any prostitutes on the estate either until the police told me they arrested someone for doing it just before they brought us home to check out our identities. I think I'd say I was intrigued, I wondered who was doing it and where they were doing it."

Sandra was half way down the third side of A-four paper when she stabbed a 'full stop' burying the point of the pen so deeply into the paper that you could see the spot on the next page. Sandra drank her coffee and then it was time for me to go and get ready for work. I saw Sandra to the door, she stopped just before she stepped out, she turned and kissed me on the cheek which took me by surprise.

I ran up the stairs, my usual routine in the morning would be to strip the bottom sheet off of the bed, especially if the night had been a warm one or if we'd had sex in the night so there was no contest after a hot night and two bouts of sexual activity; the bottom sheet would need changing. I'd check the duvet cover to see if that could take another night before it needed washing. After I made the bed then I would lay out my clothes for the day, take my shower, dry myself and then dress in the clothes I'd laid out.

I walked in the bedroom and saw that the bed had been changed. The duvet cover and the bottom sheet were both on the floor in the corner of the bed room and on the foot of the bed there were clothes laid out the way I would have done it myself, a small slip of paper on top of the pile from Johnny, 'I got such a kick out of dressing you last night that I wondered if you'd let me dress you again today?'

I moved the note; he had put the cashmere sweater on the top of the pile that I'd worn for a few hours the previous evening, I would usually have refused to wear it on a second day, if Johnny had been home and asked me I'd have told him to pick another top for me to wear. I sniffed under the armpits of the sweater, there was no odour problem, I shrugged my shoulders and put the sweater to one side, I had expected to find the red silk bra and thong set under the white pleated skirt that was next in the pile but I was wrong. The pleated skirt was very short; it was styled on a tennis skirt but heavily pleated so it looked more like a slightly longer than usual 'Rah-Rah' skirt. The bra that Johnny had picked out for me was white cotton, it was an under-wired lift bra that pushed my breasts up, added shape and cleavage, a little like the red silk from the day before but it only added a little to my breast size unlike the red silk bra that added two inches and one cup size so I wouldn't feel so ridiculous wearing it to work. The panties were white cotton bikini-brief style which I thought were very sensible for my husband's choice, I would be wearing white trainers to work so Johnny had finished the outfit off with little trainer socks with lace fold over trim that just covered the top edge of my trainers.

When I looked at my reflection in the full length mirror on the back of my wardrobe door I saw a thirteen year old cheerleader looking back at me with a pound of Kleenex stuffed into the cups of her mother's bra. Not exactly the best way to dress for work but, at the end of the day, I'd only be seen on my way to work and on my way back home. While I was at work I had to wear a cover-all, like an old fashioned warehouse coat but it was in the company colours of cream background with dark blue neck trim and pocket flashes. Neck to knee coverage that made all of the shelf stacking drones look the same.

By the time I'd held my internal argument with myself it was too late to do anything about it anyway. I stopped at the front door, looked at my summer mackintosh, I could wear that and then no one would see me at all, Johnny would never know either because he'd be at work all day and would get home long after me. I lifted my coat off of the rack and then said, "Damned it!" to myself, I didn't want to try and cheat Johnny, he would be turned on all day thinking about the way I was going to dress on my walk to the store and back so I put the coat back on the rack and had to run part of the way to get into work in time to swipe my ID card in the machine at the staff entrance to show the time I'd arrived in the store.

Mr Prendergast, the store manager, was standing outside the security manager's office, he checked his watch, I thought he was checking my time but he turned to the guard, "Any word yet from Emily Walker?"

"No Mr Prendergast, she's never late as a rule."

I was just going through to the locker room to dump my handbag and put my cover-all on when Mr Prendergast called me over to him, "Mrs Clarke, could I have a moment before you change into your overall please?"

I went over and stood in front of the store manager like a naughty school girl, I thought he was going to mention the way I was dressed, especially the way his eyes were standing out on stalks looking at the thin cashmere stretched tight across my chest.

"Mrs Walker hasn't turned up for work yet and I need a minimum of two security staff on the shop floor at all times! I take it you've done our standard shoplifter awareness training?"

"Just last week, I scored eighty-nine in the final exam."

"Good, very good, you'll be working under Mr Green for this shift, make sure that you look through all the photographs of known shoplifters in our area before you take to the floor"

And with that the manager turned on his heels and marched off into the store. I walked into the security office, Mr Green was sitting at his console watching a bank of TV screens showing various views of the shop floor. He looked over at me, shook his head and said, "And where the hell am I supposed to hide a two way radio under those clothes?"

I looked down at myself and then back up into his face, "Pity the two way radio doesn't look like an iPhone, women walk around the store all the time with one of those plugged into their ear!"

"I can live with that, here, take my phone, go to audio and ask them to give you a hand's free headset and pop my phone in your handbag, when I phone you it won't ring, it'll just turn on and you'll hear my voice in your ear, tell them to indent the hands free earpiece against store expenditure and at the end of the shift bring the earpiece to me with my phone."

So, instead of lugging heavy cans of beans around the place, I was sauntering up and down the aisles of the store with a shopping basket over my arm. I got a few funny looks from my co-workers when they saw me out on the shop floor apparently shopping instead of lugging boxes and filling shelves but they didn't say anything, just gave me a strange look.

The girl on the Deli counter attracted my attention, I went over and asked her if she had any sliced ham on special in a clear voice, she whispered, "Are you on security today?"

I nodded my head, "Do you have any with a little less fat around the outside?"

Again she whispered, "You're good at this, look at the girl in the orange top, she's just gone down the DVD aisle for the third time!"

I mouthed thanks and said, "No, thank you but I think I'll go for pre-packed, it's a little cheaper and it's only for my old man's pack-up!"

I went down the DVD aisle and pressed the speed dial on the mobile phone to contact Mr Green, "Girl, seventeen to eighteen, orange top and blond hair, aisle sixteen walking towards the door, the deli girl has just pointed her out as suspicious."

Well done, I see her and she's just dipped a DVD into her pocket, I've got clear pictures so if she doesn't pay for it and tries to leave we have her dead to rights! I'm going to send Roger to the door to wait for her; you shadow her but keep it casual, out!"

The girl walked in a figure of eight pattern past the same shelf three more times and on each pass she lifted another DVD off of the shelf and popped it into a pocket sewn into her coat. Eventually she walked towards the in-store cafe and I took a right turn through the blouse section so I could parallel shadow her, she did a fast turn in the entrance to the cafe, she did a three hundred and sixty turn and looked at the faces of everyone around her, I bent my knees and slipped out of her view below a rack if half priced blouses, all I could see of her was her legs as she began walking back towards the exit.

I ran in a wide arc and emerged from the fruit and veg section but without my shopping basket, I speed dialled Mr Green again, "Looks like she's walking out, did you have her covered walking from the cafe towards the door?"

"Yes, she still has whatever she took off the shelves inside her orange coat."

The girl moved suddenly, she turned the coat inside out and suddenly it was a blue coat and she walked straight towards Roger who was waiting in the car park in front of the store. Roger looked at me and shrugged his shoulders, I pointed to the girl a few feet in front of me, Roger looked confused but he stepped in front of the girl and went through the court approved ritual for arresting a shoplifter.

She ducked and turned, Roger had her collar in his hand but she slipped her arms out and ran in my direction, 'Now what the hell do I do?' I stepped to the left as if to get out of her way so she jinked to the right and I tapped her right heel towards her left leg as she passed me and she tripped herself up and rolled four feet before stopping against the canopy pillar.

Roger helped the girl to her feet, gripped her left arm and 'Escorted' her through the store towards the staff entrance and Mr Green's office. The girl was forced to sit on a seat even though she was fighting Roger all the way and protesting her innocence all the way. Mr Green played the footage he was recording down onto a DVD for the police to take away with the girl when they collected her. She seemed to calm down once she saw the TV screen, she did try "That's not me, that girl has an orange coat on, mine is blue!"

Mr Green picked up his phone, "Police; we've caught a shoplifter, could you send a female officer to Perkins and Benet's on the Wellingborough Road, my office is by the loading bay!"

I found eight DVD's in the poacher pocket sewn into the lining of her coat; the clever part wasn't just the hidden pocket though, it was the fact that the coat was lined with tin foil to defeat our electronic guard at the store exit. It was only a one hundred and twenty pound value but even if it was just a fifty pence packet of biscuits our store prosecuted every shoplifter caught. Mr Green told me to go through her handbag, she had refused to tell us her name but that wasn't a problem because she had a police caution in her handbag from three hours earlier in the day. I found a set of car keys in her bag and dangled them in front of Mr Green, he smiled at me.

"And what is the registration number of your car Miss Whitehead, you may as well tell us because when we close the store tonight the car that's left will be yours."

I saw the girl smile but she kept tight lipped. The key was to a BMW, a central locking key-fob, I took the key back again, "Shall I go and see what I can find?"

I could see that Mr Green wasn't too happy but as I wasn't the employee that made the arrest there really was no need for me to be in the office waiting for the police to come. 'Okay, she was fucking smug when Mr Green told her that we'd wait until eight o'clock to find her car, there had to be a reason for that smugness.'

I walked around the car park and looked in every BMW; I resisted the temptation to just stand there with my hand in the air pressing the button as I walked around the car park. I spotted a small one series BMW parked in a corner with a man sitting in the passenger seat. If the car had been parked closer to the door the man would have seen us picking up the girl and he could have slipped away. The doors of the car were all unlocked as you would expect with the man sitting there in the front seat. I pressed the lock button twice, the man looked all around, he looked totally shocked, he tried to pull the locking button up but two presses double locked the doors so the man was now held prisoner. At that point the police car drove behind the BMW and I stepped out in front of their car to stop them, "You here for a Miss Whitehead?"

The copper stepped out of the car, "Well, if it isn't Mrs Clarke? May I say that you look better in a skirt than jeans, no matter how tight they are?"

"I helped stop Miss Whitehead as she left the store without paying for goods, I found this key in her handbag and it just locked this car with a man in the front seat. "Oh really, well, she'll lose the car if she actually owns it."

The policeman's partner was in the driving seat of the police car and there was a WPC sitting in the back, "Right, you two carry on to the back of the shop and talk to this Mr Green bloke while I chat to chummy here!"

I wasn't looking in the police car I was still looking at the guy sitting in the BMW. I saw a silver flash in his hand and he pushed something under his seat hoping that no one saw him.

"Right, unlock the door for me please Mrs Clarke!"

"Before I do I think he may have just hidden a knife under the seat and it looked like a big bugger to me!"

The policeman pulled his stab vest down to make sure that all of his vital organs were covered and protected; he also pulled his Taser out of his utility belt. He pointed the Taser at the man and put the red dot on the man's chest even though there was a door and a pane of glass between them, "Right Mrs Clarke, if you'd do the door lock for me when I nod my head and then step way back from the car please."

He nodded his head and then screamed at the top of his voice, "Police officer armed with a Taser... step out of the car, keep your hands where I can see them and step out of the car now!"

I stepped way back away from the car and watched as the man stepped out of the car. He looked an angry bugger, a big and very angry bugger. He was told to put his hands on the roof of the car and the police officer handcuffed him. The policeman used his radio to call for backup, I just stood there trying not to look at the handcuffed man, I was humming the 'dum-de-dum-dum' song in my head as I paced up and down at the side of the car. There was no messing about with the second police car, it turned up with blue's and two's at very high speed, two traffic officers stepped out of their car, "I need you guys to check the car out for me, the lady here says there may be a knife under the front passenger seat. The traffic cops put their latex gloves on and started a search, "Plenty of contraband, all looks like high-end goods, all brand new and no receipts, how the hell did they get this stuff out of the shops with their security tags still on. Looks like a ton of stolen goods but no knife under the seat!"

I stepped in, "Erm, can I say something please ... he didn't bend down to the floor, it looked like he just stabbed the knife into the bottom of the seat!"

The traffic cop on the passenger side of the car gave me a dirty look but he fetched a torch and examined the front of the passenger seat, "Crafty bugger, there's a secret compartment here in the front of the seat."

A nine inch long bowie knife was pulled out of the front of the seat, there was no sheath around the blade and it was sharp enough for a man to shave with. "Better get the car picked up, we need it thoroughly searched and bag the knife, get it checked for finger prints and DNA!"

The man was taken away in a van and a second van was called in to pick up the girl, our little department store had more than half the officers and vehicles on duty with the local police department at that time of the day. It was soon four o'clock and I walked back up to the store to go off shift. Another girl had been taken off of the shelf stacking and put onto the task of looking out for shop lifters.

I had to laugh to myself as I walked home, it had been a great day, I'd impressed the security manager as well as the general manager, I'd been elated, excited, terrified and happy as I walked home. I seemed to be getting loads of looks from young men as they walked from the local college, they must have thought that I was a student like them, I also noticed older men checking me out as well. 'Did I like men looking at me?' I couldn't answer that question but I definitely didn't dislike being ogled by men as I walked along the streets.

I went straight in home and put the kettle on, Sandra turned up within seconds, "I saw you walk past and I thought, Oh My God! You look delicious!"

"Johnny picked out my clothes for me this morning, I thought I'd be okay just walking to work and back, I thought I'd be wearing my cover-all in work all day but they put me on shoplifting watch so I was walking around all day dressed like this."

"God Vicky, you must be soaking wet!"

"I am sweating a little."

"Not soaking wet with sweat, your panties, the gusset of your knickers must be dripping wet walking around the store dressed like that all day."

I shook my head, "No, not at all!"

Sandra's forehead furrowed slightly, "Really, if I was out in public dressed like that for four hours I'd have to swim home!"

Sandra fetched my ring binder and started to describe how I was dressed and mentioned the fact that I wasn't turned on in the slightest. She then opened the box of hormones and peeled the protective covering back from both sides a little to expose the lint pad in the middle of the plaster.

"You know Sandra, I'm not sure that I really want to keep up with the trail, all I really needed was the talk with your brother to make me see what I needed to do to keep Johnny happy!"

Sandra looked shocked, "You're happy now because Johnny's happy but what about in six months time when you start to resent the fact that you're the one always giving in to his desires, you'll start to resent being used as a sex object when you don't feel sexy and it'll make you as miserable as Johnny has been for the last two years! You need to try and get yourself checked out to see if you can be the one that gets turned on from time to time or it'll be you slamming doors and stomping around looking for a way out!"

Sandra didn't wait for me to respond, she put one droplet of hormone from the second bottle and she tried to push my sleeve up to expose my upper arm but failed because the sleeve was too tight. "Right, top off please!"

Sandra said to take my top off so sternly that I just did it!

"That bra looks damned sexy on you, I'll have to look out for one in my size!"

The plaster was stuck onto my upper arm and I made our coffees wearing just my bra on top of my body.

"Should this plaster feel hot?"

"Could be, they have different effects on different people, I had one that made my arm tingle for the whole twenty-four hours. If it's painful I'll ring my brother and ask him what he wants me to do."

"No, it isn't painful but it got hot in just a few minutes!"

Sandra noted down my reaction to the plaster, "Any other feelings anywhere else?"

I shook my head, "No, just the top of my arm feels hot."

After coffee I went up to get changed, I looked in my wardrobe, what would Johnny prefer me to wear for him, it crossed my mind that he might like to see me dressed how he had sent me out to work but it was a little too hot to wear cashmere in home, especially upstairs, the roof wasn't nearly insulated enough to keep the heat of the summer sun out.

I stripped myself naked, slipped into my silk kimono and dragged all the dirty washing down to the laundry room to start it washing. I started dinner, no cooking today apart from two eggs; I hard boiled them to add to a salad with pork pie.

Johnny got home and looked out of the window, "There's a police car down the road, I wonder what they're doing there?"

I looked out of the window, "That's the car the two policemen brought us home in last night!"

"How do you know that? It was dark on Tuesday night!"

"I spoke to them at work."

"Wow, how did they recognise you at work?"

"Because I was wearing last night's sweater!"

"How did they see that under your overall?"

"Because one of the store detectives didn't turn up today so I had to stand in for her."

The grin slowly spread across Johnny's face, "So, what your saying is you had to wear my choice of clothes on display all day!"

I nodded my head and Johnny pulled me into his arms to kiss me and also to open my kimono so that we were standing in exactly the same position as this morning when Sandra knocked on our backdoor and both wearing exactly what we'd been wearing then too.

There was three knocks on the back door, a ratta-tat-tat pattern so I knew it wasn't Sandra this time and they didn't just open the door so I knew it wasn't one of our other near neighbours, Johnny cursed, "That bloody woman!"

"It's not Sandra this time!"

"How do you know?"

"She'd be in here already!"

Johnny left me closing my kimono and tying the belt while he walked over to the back door. The two police officers who were fast becoming almost friends were on the back door step, "Can we come in please, we need to have a chat with Mrs Clarke please, if that's possible."

Johnny invited them in and said, "You must have smelled the coffee! Would you like a cup?"

Two police officers grinned at each other and nodded their hear, I saw them take a crafty look in my direction before they turned to look at each other and as they nodded their head I saw them both raise their eyebrows twice.

"Any chance of mugs this time Mr Clarke? Those posh coffee cups would hardly drown a fly!"

"Sure!"

"Can we go through into the living room Mrs Clarke?"

I led the way from the kitchen to the living room; I opted for one of the comfy chairs opposite the sofa and directed the two policemen to sit on the sofa opposite me. Johnny brought two cups and two mugs of coffee in. He handed the two mugs to the two police men, gave me a cup and a lascivious grin and then he took his cup and sat on the comfy chair that was side on the rest of us. Every time I moved I had to fight to stop my upper or lower body from popping out into the room. I could clearly see three very hard cocks in the room; even through their thick serge trousers I could see that both the police men had huge boners.

"Well, I suppose that we should get round to the reason for our visit, We need to take a statement from you about how you found the shoplifter's car and what you saw in the car, oh, and our chief inspector asked us to pass on his thanks for apprehending a very dangerous criminal. Off the record we believe that he was guilty of committing a very serious act of violence against the person, we've been doing the rounds of people who knew his victim, see if anyone has seen anything of the victim or the criminal."

I could see that Johnny was shocked and full of questions about how I'd managed to arrest a violent criminal when I'd gone to work to stack baked beans on the shelves in a department store. Johnny sat there enthralled as he listened to me making my statement while the police officer wrote it all down. The coffee was long finished by the time I signed my statement and initialled each of the subsequent pages.

All three men had been sexually excited for well over an hour because I was struggling to keep my kimono closed for all that time. Johnny showed the police out of the back door and he locked it even though it was only eight o'clock in the evening. I was dragged up to the bedroom, it got hotter and hotter as we climbed the stairs, at the top step Johnny said, "God, this heat is ridiculous!"

"Yes, I was going to open the windows up here when I got home to blow some of the heat away but there was a swarm of bugs and gnats around so I couldn't."

"Pity, would you like to go for a walk across the recreational grounds to cool down?"

I looked a little confused, "You want me to get dressed for just an hour to go for a walk?"

Johnny gave me his school-boy grin, "Well, not exactly!!!"

Johnny opened all of the windows and closed the curtains; if we turn the lights off up here we shouldn't get too many flies in the house while we're out."

"So, what would you like me to wear this time?"

Another grin, and Johnny pulled me back down the stairs, he eased my kimono off and handed me the coat that I'd worn to the pub the night before so there I was, totally naked apart from trainers and coat going out for a walk in the evening light. I stopped at the gate at the end of our garden, "I don't want to get arrested and dragged back home again!"

"I'll be careful, anyway, you heard PC Plod, they are busy tonight trying to track down people who knew the guy you caught and the bloke that they think he stabbed with the knife that you spotted."

We walked down our road to the end, there was a gateway into the recreational grounds, a series of sports pitches, long walks, running track and at the far end, opposite the gate from our street a group of overly large executive homes that were built right up to the fence of the sports field.

We walked straight across the field to a footpath that led to The Reach, between number nine and number eleven, two of the new houses. Johnny slowed down when we reached the path, "I was asking around at work today, the consensus of opinion is that the big weekly wife swapping party goes on at either number nine, that side of the path or number eleven, this side of the path. They reckon that you can't move out on The Reach for parked cars on Friday nights."

We walked up and down The Reach before returning to the recreational grounds. We didn't walk straight back to our street though, Johnny guided me to the side of the brook, just a glorified land drain really but the kids played in the water in the summer holidays. Johnny scanned all around; we were totally alone for around a half a square mile. We kissed and Johnny unfastened the buttons down the front of my coat, he slipped his hands inside my coat and I automatically gripped each side of my coat and held it open the way I had in the shop doorway twenty-three hours earlier.

"If I dare you too, will you walk along the side of the brook with me without your coat on?"

A shiver of excitement ran through my body and that surprised me, I rarely felt sexually excited. I looked all around and then slipped out of my coat; Johnny took my coat and folded it over his arm.

"How far do you want me to walk like this?"

Johnny chuckled, "As far as you dare, it's starting to get dark and out here, people could walk right past you and not see that you're naked."

We walked all the way to the last bush before the main road, there was an exit there and we could have walked down the main road and got back into our estate but Johnny turned me around and we walked all the way back to where I took my coat off, a thirty minute walk and the whole time I was turned on, my cunt was almost dripping I was so wet between my legs.

I couldn't remember ever being so sexually excited in my life. Johnny looked all around again, "I could really do with a wank darling, how are you fixed?"

I looked all around; no one in sight although the distance I could see clearly was shrinking by the minute. I unzipped Johnny's trousers and eased his cock out of his trousers. I began to rub his cock and he whispered, "Kneel down."

Once again I was on eye level with Johnny's cock; I was rubbing it as fast as I could as Johnny rubbed his fingers through my hair. After a minute he started applying gentle pressure on the back of my head and I allowed him to pull my face so close that I could feel the heat radiating off of his cockhead on my lips and at that point Johnny stopped applying pressure, he seemed happy to have me close enough to make sure that his spunk hit my face when he climaxed. I had fretted over Johnny trying to use my mouth for sex, I had been terrified that he might go a little crazy, as he often did when he got close to his orgasm, and choke me. There was the taste issue as well, the few girls/women I'd spoken to or evesdropped on while talking about oral sex, had all said how disgusting it was especially if you let them cum in your mouth.

With all the issues I had about giving my husband oral sex as well as my fear of trying it why was I planning out how to do it in my head, piecing all of the snippets together, keeping your teeth out of the way, apply light suction, use your tongue to rub around his cockhead, move your head back and forth but remember to keep massaging his cock with your hand. I felt an urge to open my mouth and lean forward that last fraction of an inch.

I opened my mouth and Johnny held his breath, I leaned forward and my lips passed over his cockhead and Johnny gasped. I closed my lips behind the ridge defining his cockhead, applied light suction and rubbed the tip of my tongue over his cockhead and Johnny let fly. ''Spit or swallow?' 'Spit or swallow?' 'Spit or swallow! and then it was too late, the volume of semen overwhelmed me and I had to swallow or drown!

Johnny hadn't touched my head while my mouth was circling his cock but once he fired off he began running his finger through my hair, he was panting from the exertion of his climax and thanking me as well as praising me for finally taking the risk of performing oral sex for him. The problem was that Johnny was so focussed on me and what I had done for him and the fact that I still had my lips around his cockhead, was still applying gentle suction to his cock and was still rubbing my tongue over his cockhead even though it was now hiding under his foreskin that he forgot where we were and what we were doing so he had forgotten that he was the meerkat on sentry duty and should have been watching for anyone approaching us.

"Evening Johnny, Evening Victoria, nice to be out like this on a warm evening isn't it?"

I froze; my mouth still around Johnny's cock, the voice belonged to Roger, the elderly man who lived in the last house on our street, he was out taking his dog Brutus in the fields, Brutus was a massive Rhodesian Ridgeback and as Roger stood at Johnny's side making small talk Brutus was sniffing around my bottom and licking the sweat off of my lower back.

I didn't move as Johnny and Roger chatted for five minutes, Roger reached down to my head and he smoothed my hair down, I saw you on your way to work this morning Victoria and you had a massive reaction on me but nothing like the reaction now, pity I don't have anyone at home to do that for me at the moment! Oh well, I live in hope. Good night to you both, have fun!"

I finally breathed again as Roger and Brutus walked away, I let Johnny's cock slip from my mouth and popped his cock back inside his trousers. Johnny was chuckling like a fool, "It's alright for you to laugh, it wasn't you that was totally naked standing in the middle of a field!"

"It wasn't that that made me laugh, Roger whispered something in my ear, he asked me if you'd suck his cock as well, that's when he put his hand on your head, I didn't know just how you'd react so I shook my head. Johnny had reached between my legs as he was talking and he began rubbing around my clit, I didn't feel anything, didn't feel any real contact with my clitoris so I pushed his hand away, "Not here, I don't want to get caught again."

Johnny heaved a deep sigh and unfolded my coat off of his arm, "I suppose you want to put this back on now!"

I went to take it automatically but stopped myself, "What would you prefer?"

"Well, I'd prefer it if you walked all the way home in the nude but I know that's too much to ask but I'd really love it if you'd walk as far as you dare without putting your coat back on."

I linked my arm in his and he folded my coat back over his free arm, we walked across the field rather than sticking to the path using the orange glow of our street lights as a guide. I got to within ten feet of the gateway to our street when the area was illuminated by the headlights of a car that drove past Roger's house and almost crashed through the vehicle access gate. That's the point that I suddenly chickened out and made a grab for my coat. When we got to the gate I peeked into the car, the driver had rolled his seat back and reclined it a little, that looked strange but the three five pound notes on the dashboard and the ginger hair bouncing up and down in the man's lap looked stranger.

I wanted to just walk on and go home, even if it disturbed what was going on inside the car but Johnny held me back for a few minutes and that's all it took, the head stopped bobbing up and down, the woman sat upright, she was topless and the driver's left hand was almost attached to her breast, the woman wiped her mouth, reached for the three five pound notes and popped them into her handbag, she said, "You okay now?"

He nodded his head and said, "I'm going to be back in the area again next Wednesday, will you be working at the end of this road next week?"

The woman wriggled her tube-top back into place covering her breasts before answering, "I usually work outside the shop, the library or the kid's playground."

"It's a bit hit and miss down there, I saw the police hanging around the shop the last time I was around here and ended up back at my hotel looking after myself."

"I could give you my mobile number; you could text me to see if I'm around."

He nodded his head and the woman dipped her hand into her handbag and she passed him her business card. I don't know what I really expected from a business liaison of that kind but I was surprised when the woman just slipped out of the car without so much as a kiss. As she got out of the door she was facing Johnny and me, she turned back to face the driver and leaned down to wave at him as he reversed in an arc out of the gateway and up onto Roger's driveway to turn round. There was a sudden jump from the woman and she was once again facing me and Johnny, her jaw dropped and it looked like she had stopped breathing, her face darkened, I assumed that she was blushing. I recognised her now that she was standing, the woman that I had taken to be a stranger to the area turned out to be Elle, the newly turned eighteen years old daughter of Mark and Dawn Padgett from number three.

Johnny spoke first, "Hi Elle, how's your mum and dad?"

Elle almost dissolved into a pile of tears, "Oh my God, Mr and Mrs Clarke, please don't tell my parents..."

Johnny stopped he in her tracks, "Elle, you're eighteen now, nobody's business what you get up to now, but you have to know that it isn't safe to do that so close to home."

"Yes, I do, I was down at the shop but Craig and Brian, the local beat bobbies turned up so we all called it a day and I was walking home when that guy spotted me and brought me up here."

Johnny asked me if I had a tissue, I shrugged my shoulders, "Where would I keep a tissue?"

Johnny laughed, "I see your point..." Johnny turned and looked at Elle again, "...why don't you come in home with us, we'll make you a coffee and you can wash your face."

Elle went up to our bathroom to wash her face and looked a little surprised when she came back down and found Johnny and me sitting on our living room drinking coffee. I was wrapped in my kimono and Johnny was fully dressed. Elle sat opposite me and picked up her cup, took a sip of her coffee while looking from Johnny to me and back to Johnny again, she gave a nervous laugh and I said, "What's that for?"

Elle shook her head, "I was half expecting Mr Clark to come up to the bathroom while I was washing my face..."

"Why?"

"Well, it has been my experience that, the more outwardly respectable a man seems, the less he really is and...well...you guys have something to hold over me now, I was expecting your husband to come up to collect a reward for keeping my dirty little secret quiet!"

"Oh, you were expecting Johnny to want to have sex with you?"

Elle looked shocked, really shocked, "No Mrs Clark, we don't have sex with men, only ever with our boyfriends, all we ever do is give hand relief or oral sex!"

"Only oral sex?"

I was shocked, I was twice Elle's age and I'd only tried oral for the first time less than an hour before catching her sucking a strangers cock for money, "Yes, our boyfriends don't mind what we do so long as we don't let the men fuck us or kiss us. We're all saving up to travel after sixth form, before we go to university, we're all going to take a year out but we need a lot of money, you just can't save enough working on Saturday mornings."

Elle was very grateful to us for promising not to tell her mother, she kissed me on my cheek, then Johnny on his cheek as well but she whispered, "I owe you one, if you ever want it, just say the word."

Elle's eyes flicked over to me, she realised that I'd heard her offer to my husband, she gave me an awkward half smile and blushed, "Sorry Mrs Clarke but I was only offering him a blow-job, you know, it doesn't mean anything!"

I patted her forearm, "Just the fact that you offered him oral sex will mean the world to him, I'm sure of that Elle."

Elle walked off towards home with a little spring in her step, it was just coming up to eleven o'clock, I looked at Johnny and gestured towards the stairs with my head, "Well, not quite an early night but let's go straight up, I'll look after the mess before I go to work in the morning."

We locked the front door and both headed up to bed, I went straight into our bedroom, didn't even hesitate at the bathroom door. We both stripped off in silence and got into bed. Johnny asked if he should turn the light off, "No, I'll need to go to the toilet before I can go to sleep so I'll do it."

Johnny grinned at me as I slid over to him, I took a hold of his cock and rubbed it a little, I kissed him and then said, "Would you have liked Elle to suck your cock?"

Now that surprised me a lot, it had been running through my mind but I never dreamed that I'd ask him outright like that, I'd asked him and I looked him in the eye, that's how confident I was in myself, I would usually look anywhere but in my husband's eye if anything remotely personal or sexual came up, one of the reasons that I couldn't watch anything remotely sexual on the TV if he was in the room with me.

Johnny smiled at me, "I can't say that I wasn't flattered and it must be part of every middle-aged man's fantasy to get some kind of sexual service by a young girl...If I'm being honest with you, if she had made that offer before this week I'd probably have taken her up on it!"

Johnny was fully hard now, I twisted my body and slipped my lips over his cock and sucked his cockhead into my mouth, I did the little mental mantra, 'Teeth out of the way, suck gently, lick his cockhead with the tip of your tongue, use your hand between your lips and his balls.'

Johnny reached boiling point in a flash but put his hand on my forehead before he tripped over his tipping point, "Sorry darling, that was far too good, far too pleasurable, I almost climaxed too fast!"

Johnny repositioned my body so that I was lying across the bed with the back of my head just hanging off over the edge of the bed and he stood on the floor at the side of the bed with my mouth directly under his balls.

Johnny bent his knees slightly and pulled his cock down, inserting it back into my mouth, "I might push my cock in a little deeper than you might like, if you just relax and keep breathing deeply, if you start to feel panicked or worried just press your hand against my abdomen, even if you just want to stop me because you don't like it, just press my belly and I'll happily stop. You don't need to use your hand until I'm ready to cum, okay?"

I couldn't speak because my mouth was full of cockhead but I nodded my head as well as I could. Johnny pulled my knees up and opened my legs wide, he laid his body along mine and started licking between my legs. I stiffened up, froze, this was the first time that I'd allowed Johnny to do that to me, my mother's voice was bellowing in my ear, "That's a dirty, disgusting and filthy place to touch, never let me catch you touching yourself down there again!"

Johnny was licking around my clitoris, I could feel him doing it but it wasn't pleasurable, in fact it hurt me a little as he pressed down directly over my clitoris. "You've stiffened up, would you rather I stopped?"

Johnny pulled his hips back a little so that his cock slipped from my lips and his lips were now brushing against my hairy pussy mound. "It's just where your licking and rubbing, it ...well, you know, it's dirty there, I don't mind your fingers but your mouth is different, I'm often getting infections down there that I need treatments for and it was sore at the moment so I'm probably getting another infection."

Johnny pushed his body up off of mine and he rolled over to my side, he pulled his body further onto the bed and bent over me again, he placed his thumb directly above my clitoris and pressed into my body and pushed the skin upwards.

"You're extremely red under the hood covering your clitoris and the hood is really swollen, I think you need an appointment to see the doctor and I think you need an emergency appointment first thing."

Johnny bounced off of the bed and disappeared for a moment, I pulled my body around so that my head was on my pillow properly, Johnny returned with a small basin full of lukewarm salty water and a hand full of 'Q-tips' and a towel.

"This might sting a little, actually, this might sting a lot but I think you need a little cleaning up inside, under the hood covering your clitoris."

Johnny eased my shoulders up off of my pillow and he pushed his own pillows under my back as well so that I was sitting up and could see down between my thighs. My knees were pushed right up and my heels tucked under my bottom so that I was wide open. Johnny fought hard to get my swollen hood out of the way and he dipped a 'Q-tip' into the warm water and began to moisten around my clitoris, the salt water made me cry out in pain, "Sorry darling, I don't want to hurt you but you really do need this cleaning up under here, your hood was almost totally closed over!"

Johnny spent twenty minutes cleaning around my clitoris before he allowed the hood to reclaim its place over my clitoris.

I looked at the time and said, "It's really late now, would you like to cum before you go to sleep?"

Johnny gave me that discerning school boy grin again, "I really wanted to give you oral sex, after all, you already did it to me once tonight!"

"And it was all over a little fast earlier..." 'For reasons that I can't explain!' "...I wanted to try again, to see how it would feel doing it for a little longer this time."

Johnny put the bowl of water on the bedside table, threw the 'Q-tips' in the bin and the towel on the floor at the side of the bed. I popped Johnny's pillows back on his side of the bed and patted my hand over his side of the bed, "Come on, lie down, I'll make it quick so you can get some sleep!"

'My God, I've just made the first move for the first time in my life; I was taking charge of sex!'

I found it so strange to be in charge sexually that I got a kick almost akin to a mini orgasm just from taking a slightly more dominant role. I slipped my lips over his cockhead just as I'd done before; Johnny placed his hand on the back of my head this time as I was starting to massage his cock shaft with my hand and his cockhead with my tongue. Johnny began to apply slight pressure to the back of my head and his cock slipped a little deeper into my mouth. There was less and less of his cock to massage with my hand and he began to lift his hips off of the bed to fuck even deeper into my mouth. I stiffened as his cock reached the back of my throat and caused me to choke slightly.

"Just relax darling..." He gasped almost at his tipping point once again. "...I'll stop pushing if you really want me too but I'd really love to try and go a little deeper..." There was another gasp from Johnny and a little gag from me, "...try swallowing, see if that helps!"

I tried to swallow hard.

"Take a deep breath!"

I took a deep breath and swallowed again, there was a pop; in my head it was audible but it couldn't possibly have been a sound, just the pop as Johnny's cockhead popped past my oesophagus. I was swallowing like mad; my gag reflex had been pushed aside by his cockhead burying itself into my throat. Johnny gasped out loud and he pulled his cock out of my throat. And then all the way from my mouth as well, I looked up at him, confusion written all over my face as he leaned over and kissed me.

"Why did you stop then? It wasn't hurting or frightening me!"

"I stopped because you finished me off in your throat, didn't you feel me shooting off?"

I shook my head but I grinned with pride, my second attempt at oral sex and I'd managed to reach the 'Holy Grail' of oral sex and managed to deep-throat my husband and make him climax without using my hands at all.

Johnny was fast asleep by the time I got back from the toilet, I stood there looking at his naked body for ages before I turned out the light and tried to get to sleep. It took a while to get to sleep; I'd had internal infections loads of time, the doctor never even looked up from his prescription pad, just checked his record for what worked the last time and rustle up another dose of the same drugs and I'd be on my way, happy as Larry. My problem was, although I did have the starting symptoms of an internal infection, what was going on outside was far worse, far more painful and, because it wasn't a simple yeast infection, my doctor would have to look 'into' it.

In the morning I was once again woken before the alarm clock but Johnny wasn't fucking me this time, he woke me up just so that we could have a kissing and cuddling session for twenty minutes before he had to get ready for work. As usual Sandra was on my doorstep the moment Johnny was ready to go to work. I told her all about our walk, about me being naked in the fields, about me sucking Johnny's cock out on the fields and about Roger catching us and asking Johnny if I'd suck his cock as well. I told her about catching Elle working as a whore at the end of our road and finished up with how I took Johnny's cock all the way down my throat and that he climaxed inside my throat without my knowing, the fact that I had to stop Johnny doing oral on me because of an infection under my prepuce and the struggle Johnny had in moving my prepuce out of the way to be able to bathe my clitoris with salt water.

"Shit Vicky, you should have told me that bit first, you need to have the doctor take a look at that as soon as possible!"

"Yes I know, I'll ring as soon as the surgery opens at eight-thirty."

Sandy took her mobile phone out of her pocket and pressed one of her contacts phone numbers.

"David Fletcher please...I'm his sister, Sandra...I think he'll be happy to talk to me."

Sandra mentioned my little problem and covered the mouth piece of the phone, "He can fax a prescription through to the local chemists, you want to wander down there and pick it up before work?"

I nodded my head, "Okay David, can you fax it over there now so Vicky can pick it up and put some on before work? Thanks, love you, see you later..." Sandra ended the call and then looked at me, "...he needs to see you after you finish work, he'll meet you in my house around three o'clock!"

The chemists opened at eight-thirty just like the doctor's surgery. It was a private prescription so I had to pay the price of the medicines rather than the flat NHS fee of eight pounds twenty pence per item. The prescription had two items so that would have been sixteen pounds and forty pence but being a private prescription it cost four pounds for the tube of cream and five pounds for the box of antibiotics, usually the doctor would usually give me twenty antibiotic pills, four times a day for five days but because it was a private prescription I got a full box, fifty pills for the five pounds. As Sandra and I walked away from the chemists I shook my head, "That's ridiculous, I thought that the NHS was already paid for out of our taxes so why would they 'Scalp' us over the cost of the drugs, I've just saved nine pounds forty and got two and a half times the number of pills that my doctor would have prescribed for me.

I was about to pop up to the bathroom to apply the cream but Sandra stopped me, "You said that Johnny had a hard job pulling the hood clear, you think you'll be able to do that and apply the cream on your own?"

I laid on the sofa and let Sandra get at my pussy, she managed to drag the prepuce away from my clitoris with a little pain and then she smothered every millimetre of flesh that she could reach that would later be covered by my prepuce, with the medicated cream.

"Probably better keep your knickers off today, let the air get to your pussy, it might be helpful to stop things rubbing against your clit."

I had a wash instead of a shower and then checked my wardrobe; I needed a reasonably long summer skirt, most of my clothes were trousers or skirts, the skirts were quite short because they all came from my school days, I'd grown taller but not fatter, well, only fatter across my breasts. There was only one dress that was really suitable, well, long enough to risk wearing it without knickers on under it, the only problem was, the dress was designed to be worn without a bra, the top was smocked with elasticated thread so that it pulled in tight around the breasts. I'd have worn a bra under it but the shoulder straps were spaghetti string type and a bra strap would have really stood out, the cups of any bra I owned would also have been on show as the dress was quite low cut.

Sandra was sitting behind me, on my bed, writing in my ring binder and asking questions to clarify points she was writing in my diary. "I can't go to work dressed like this!"

"Don't you wear some kind of uniform over your clothes?"

"Usually, but yesterday I ended up on security so I didn't have a uniform on and I was dressed a little inappropriately all day."

"You could always wear a cardigan over the top!"

I was looking at myself, swishing my body from side to side and twisting around slightly as well so that the bottom of my dress flicked out, "No, it's going to be too hot today, but I will need sunscreen on my shoulders, neck and chest though."

I found my bottle of sunscreen and Sandra stood up to the task of oiling every inch of skin on display, when she got to the plaster on my shoulder she looked thoughtful, this doesn't look good, we should move the plaster!"

I looked at my reflection in the mirror, she was right, a vast expanse of bare flesh with a plaster stuck in the middle of it.

"You're right but where could I put it?"

Sandra slapped my bottom, "Right here, up under your dress but high enough so that you don't end up sitting on it."

Sandra peeled the plaster off of my shoulder, lifted the back of my dress up and stuck the plaster back down at the top of my left buttock. I walked to work as usual and on the way every man I passed spoke to me, more than that, they flirted with me and instead of looking at my shoes blushing and running for the hills I revelled in their attention. I swiped into the computer at the staff entrance and went into the locker room, to my locker and found an envelope sellotaped to the door, I opened the envelope, the message inside was simple, 'Mrs Clarke, Don't put your over-all on, come up to my office when you arrive. Mr Prendergast'

I made my way up to the manager's office; I got the feeling that six hundred pairs of eyes were all watching me climb up to the mezzanine floor where the manager's office was located. I looked over my shoulder when I was about half way up, I was right, all around; men were looking up at me as I climbed. I should have acted like the well brought up young lady that I was and used my hands to hold the back of my dress against my legs to spoil the men's view but instead I found myself swishing my tail even more, any man standing in the 'Sweet spot' at the bottom of the stairs would have been able to see right up to the plaster that Sandra had slapped onto my bum.

I knocked on Mr Prendergast's office door, he invited me in and offered me a seat on the other side of his desk, he could see that I wasn't wearing a bra, the lack of bra straps was one giveaway but so were my nipples that were standing out like organ-stops pressing through the thin material of my dress. I saw his eyes flick down to my knees, fortunately I had deliberately chosen the dress because it covered my knees because I knew I wouldn't be wearing any panties.

Mr Prendergast stood up and started walking around his office outlining that I'd done such a good job the day before and because head office had been warned that a shoplifting gang from Leicester was working its way around Northamptonshire stealing electronic goods to order and the way things looked our store could be next.

"I've been given permission to employ a uniformed guard on the front desk in the hopes that will put off any potential shoplifters but as well as that precaution they have told me to use you as well as my usual undercover security operatives and I should have you concentrate on the small electrical goods aisles."

My four hour shift was uneventful for the first two hundred minutes; it was very nice having all of the male customers flirting with me as I wandered up and down the aisles. About forty minutes before I was due to finish I spotted something unusual, a man and a woman walked in, right in front of the security guard and the man was pushing a sack barrow. I was sixty feet away but I clearly heard the man tell the woman he was with to go and pay for the washing machine and her reply that she would. Now that seemed strange to me, an overly loud conversation like that in the doorway so I watched the woman closely as she walked over to the Electrical goods counter, I saw her pick up a five pound extension lead and I also watched as the woman handed over a single five pound note as she dropped the lead into her shopping bag.

The man called over to her and asked if she had paid for the washing machine and she held up the receipt for the five pound extension lead and shouted out, "All paid for darling, be there in a minute."

I realised the scam and set out at a run for the exit, the man had a four hundred pound washing machine on his barrow and asked the guard if he could open the door for him. The man was just about to lift the washing machine into the back of a small panel van when I shouted at the guard to stop him.

The man set off like a rabbit but fortunately the guard was younger and faster and rugby tackled the man to the ground half way across the car park. The woman was about to slip away unchallenged but I had her in an arm-lock before she reached the road.

Our security manager called the police, our local beat bobbies called in, they saw the video and called in a van to take the man in to the police station, a flat back truck to pick up the panel van and they took the DVD of the shoplifting into evidence and the woman into the police station.

Once again I ended my shift on a high note and I walked home swinging my hips. I bumped into Roger and Brutus half way along our street, Roger engaged me in conversation while Brutus was fighting to get his nose up under the front of my dress. I got the feeling that Roger was angling for an invite into my house for a coffee but because I could see Sandra's brother's car in front of her house so I had to try and ignore his anglings and leave him standing in the street with a bulge standing in his underpants, pushing the front of his trousers out.

I took my ring binder through to Sandra's house and while her brother drank his coffee she started asking me all about my day, I revelled in all the flirting I'd done all day, the shoplifter's I caught and how I spotted what they were up to. Sandra asked me if I'd removed the patch yet, "No, I forgot all about it because it was on my bum instead of my shoulder."

Sandra reached up under the back of my dress and peeled the plaster off of my bum. I wasn't the least bit embarrassed when David told me to sit on Sandra's dining table while he pulled latex gloves onto his hands.

He checked my prepuce, tried to expose my clitoris, it still looked red and sore but because of the cream and the tablets I'd taken it didn't actually hurt."

"Has it always been like this?"

"I don't know, my mother kind of beat it into me not to play with that part of my body and because of that I don't wash myself properly down there but I know that I need to start!"

David nodded his head in agreement, "You should really concentrate on keeping your genitals clean, take more baths as showers aren't as good for cleaning deep inside as a bath but the important thing is the prepuce above your clitoris, it shouldn't be so big, or so swollen or so tight. It could be swollen because of the infection and the antibiotics might shrink it down a little but if it doesn't then my clinic could perform a Clitoropexy procedure, the usual charge is two thousand pounds but because you're on our trial we can give you a seventy percent discount if you let us film the procedure and keep notes for us similar to the hormone trial."

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