Story Code: M/g, b/g, M/F, g/g, Mb/g, Under Age, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism

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First published: 09 August 2014

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Tails, a Force For Good or Bad? pt 3
by Isabella

John gave me a brandy to help with the pain in my throat, it actually hurt to take the first swallow but the alcohol soon numbed the pain, it didn't take the gravelly sound out of my voice though. John and I cuddled on the sofa as we watched the end of the TV program finish and then we headed off up to bed. As we passed Victoria's bedroom door there was no mistaking what she was doing inside, she was definitely riding her carrot with a great deal of energy. John said, "I wonder what she tastes like after using a carrot?" Absentmindedly as if he was talking to himself without realising that he was saying it out loud.

A massive shudder ran through my body as John mused on what our daughter's cunt would taste like after using a carrot as a dildo, I looked at him, I knew that what I was feeling had made me blush slightly but John still didn't realise that I had heard his comment and he was just going about his bedtime routine, brushing his teeth, setting his alarm clock and placing a glass of water on his bedside cabinet. I shook my head, if I had a problem with John pondering what oral sex with Victoria would taste like, that was obviously my problem, I doubt that Victoria would complain if her father had just popped into her room and got down between her legs.

I didn't brush my teeth; somewhere at the back of my mind I could remember reading that a woman shouldn't brush your teeth for four hours after having oral sex, I couldn't remember if that was with her husband or a stranger but I had at least had a large brandy to drink after sucking John's cock so if there were any germs in my mouth from cock sucking I was sure that the brandy would have taken care of them.

I went to sleep very quickly even though my head was jammed full of thoughts and visions from my first day of true sexual awakening but I think that sleep came with the help of the large brandy I drank earlier as well. I woke with a start, it was still dark so it was still the middle of the night, the bed at my side was empty and I worried, I put two and two together and made five. I jumped out of the bed and rushed to the door out onto the landing, Victoria was gasping and groaning, she was in the middle of a very noisy orgasm, I yanked her door open, expecting the worst, expecting to find her father pounding into her.

"Mum, you could knock; you frightened the life out of me!"

"Sorry darling, I thought I heard an intruder and then I heard you groaning, I thought the worst."

"God mum, it's taken me hours to get off, this fucking carrot is no substitute for a good cock I can tell you!"

Victoria tossed the carrot into the bin at the side of her bed, "No point in starting all over again now, it'll be morning before I get off again. I think you probably heard dad, I think he dropped something in your bathroom, that's what it sounded like to me."

I rushed back into our bedroom, I knew that my face was bright red from allowing my.... well, what, was it insecurity? Was it jealousy? Was I just reverting back to my prudish programming from birth? I didn't know but what I did know was that I really wanted to have a more free and open life, about thirty hours of sexual awakening, saying why not instead of an automatic 'NO!' to every sexual thought or opportunity. Just thinking in terms of sexual freedom was exciting, even if I wasn't actually doing anything more than just walking around the house in the nude.

I went into our en-suit bathroom; John was on his knees, in the dark, trying to clean-up a broken bottle of face cream from the tiled floor. I turned the lights on just in time to stop him kneeling on a shard of glass.

"Oh, I'm sorry I woke you, I was hoping I could get this all cleaned up without disturbing you even more."

"I thought it was a window, then I heard Victoria groaning, I just burst in on her and disturbed her... well, I'm sure you can guess what I disturbed."

John smiled at me, "I could guess, she's been at it since before we came to bed, you were okay, you dropped straight off to sleep but I've been lying there listening to her trying for over two hours. You know, it would be nice if you could tell me what she was doing instead of saying 'you know what', I think I'd find that sexy and you might find it a bit more liberating as well."

I got on my knees and helped in the clean-up and while my face was pointing squarely at the floor I said, "She was masturbating with that carrot, she was right on the edge of her climax and I burst in and ruined it for her."

John tipped my face up so he could see me, see my bright red face; he gave me a massively loving smile before kissing me, "Do you think we should offer to buy her a dildo or a vibrator?"

I gasped, not in shock or disgust but a kind of excitement, it was a huge step up from allowing her to experiment for herself to facilitating her experimentation by buying her sex aids.

John looked at my face for a few moments, trying to gauge my reaction to his suggestion. "As it's so late and Vicky hasn't been to sleep yet, should we suggest that she has a sick day tomorrow?"

It was just past two o'clock in the morning so it kind of made sense not to send Victoria to school the next day, or rather later on that day, she'd be a mess by lunch time anyway, I found myself nodding my head in agreement. John was once again studying my face closely so he noticed my head nodding slightly in agreement.

"Perhaps you should just pop in to her bedroom before she drops off to sleep, ask her if she wants you to take her to Adult Expressions on the High Street tomorrow to buy her some toys."

My eyes opened wide and I gasped all over again, I had a little body quake going on deep inside for a few moments and then my usual 'sensible' old self returned, "They won't let Vicky go in to Adult Expressions, they have a no under eighteens policy, I've seen it on the door!"

"Victoria could make herself look eighteen easily enough and no one will ever ask if you go in together."

"She said we looked like sisters earlier, she did my hair like hers and said that if I let her do my makeup that we'd look like twins."

"God I'd love to see that."

John grinned at me and then gave me a cuddle before whispering in my ear, "Why don't you go and ask her what she thinks?"

I let John kiss me before I took a deep breath and headed back towards Victoria's bedroom. I knocked on her door, so gently that I had difficulty hearing it myself, "Come in, I'm not asleep yet!"

I opened her bedroom door; her bedside light was on and she was writing something in her diary, "What did dad break?"

"That expensive face cream he brought me back from Germany last year."

"God that's so crappy, I've been having a borrow of that whenever I could sneak in your bathroom, it feels great, makes my face feel super soft."

I laughed, "I thought I was imagining that it was going down so fast, I thought that it was evaporating."

"Yes, that's it, it's vaporising, it wasn't going down because I was using it as well, just forget that I said that bit."

I was kind of wishing that I'd just come straight out and said what I was there to say, having an everyday chat as a preamble to something so personal wasn't actually helping me, "Erm, that carrot thing didn't seem to work for you, your father and I were just chatting, we wondered if I should offer to take you into town tomorrow to visit Adult Expressions shop and get you something a little better to use. You'll have to try and make yourself look over eighteen first though or they won't let you in!"

Victoria stopped writing in her diary and turned her head slowly towards me and a very thoughtful expression turned to a broad grin and then on to a serious frown, "What about school?"

"Well, your father thought that as it's so late and you haven't managed to get to sleep yet, he thought that I should ring in to the school secretary and tell them that you're too sick to go in tomorrow, or rather today, you know, later...."

"Stop! You're babbling mum, I get the message and all I can say is, you and dad are very irresponsible parents and I love you two to pieces."

I had a sudden thought, "This doesn't mean that you can make a habit of stopping up late and ditching school, this will be a one off, oh, and you'll have to help me finish off delivering the newsletters tomorrow before we can go into town."

Victoria did a mock salute before grinning at me and saying, "Wilco boss!"

John was fast asleep by the time I returned to bed next to him and even getting into bed didn't disturb him one little bit. I cuddled up to him, nestled my head against his chest and he still didn't move, I fell asleep with the familiar smell of my husband's musk surrounding me.

John left for work at his usual time without waking me or Victoria, she came into my room at nine o'clock, "Can we go shopping yet? Mum, mum, are you awake yet, can we go shopping now?"

I groaned as I dragged myself up onto my elbows, "Breakfast first, then we still have four hundred newsletters to deliver, then we can go into town and do our shopping."

"Well, hurry up then, the day's half gone, and after delivering the newsletters we'll have to come back here to get dolled up. I'll get breakfast started while you finish waking up."

Breakfast was toast and coffee, I managed to stop Victoria covering my toast with chocolate spread and after breakfast I had to lick the corner of my handkerchief and clean chocolate spread off of her cheek, took me back to when she was five years old on her first day at school, she was so excited that she ended up wearing more of her breakfast than she ate. I had to shake the image of the five year old Victoria out of my mind. I was, after all, about to take the twelve year old Victoria to buy her first proper dildo. A shiver ran through my body, I hadn't really thought about this in the dark of the night, I hadn't bought my first dildo, I'd never been inside a sex shop and I just knew that it was going to play on my mind all morning.

Victoria dressed in her school PE kit, tight shorts, skinny t-shirt and running shoes; she even had a towelling sweatband holding her hair back. Again she looked like a little girl right up to the point that her chest stuck out in front of her, she looked every inch the twelve year old girl smuggling two huge cuddly toys under her shirt and as she walked she wobbled like jelly, I suggested that she needed a firmer bra under such a flimsy top, she lifted her t-shirt to show me that she wasn't actually wearing a bra at all, I just shook my head.

Victoria started to develop very early, the first bumps started to push the front of her t-shirt out when she was just seven years old and she couldn't wait to put on her first bra, I had the devils own job to find her a bra for a seven year old that actually had shaped cups, everything on the market that was for her age range just had flat triangles and as soon as she passed into a 'C' cup she hated bras and wanted to leave hers off.

I loaded the four hundred newsletters into the shopping trolley that I had used the day before to carry all of the deliveries in and we walked back to Ben's street, I left the trolley on the corner, took a hand full of newsletters and walked along the road to Ben's next door neighbour as I had already left one at Ben's house the day before.

I started walking back towards the corner where the trolley was, posting newsletters as I walked along. Victoria had taken a pile and was doing the next street. When I got back to the trolley Victoria was at the last house on her street, just opposite the trolley. Vicky was chatting to an elderly man on his doorstep, he was chatting her up, I guessed that his age was about seventy but Victoria was still lapping it up, she was loving the attention of such an elderly man.

When Victoria spotted that I was back at the trolley she said her goodbyes to the man and joined me on the corner. I asked her what the man wanted, "I think he would have liked to fuck me, I told him that I was very busy today but I said that I might pop back another day."

"Don't you think that would be slightly dangerous?"

Victoria waved at the man who was still standing on his front door step and he smiled and waved back.

"Dangerous, well, it could be but because of his age I'd be very careful with him, I told him to make sure that he has condoms in the house in case I could get back to him another day."

"That's not what I meant...."

Victoria grinned at me; she was pulling my leg the little minx.

"Okay, so he didn't want to....." Part of me wanted to say 'you know' as I would usually have done but then I heard John's voice in my head, 'saying the words is liberating', so I stopped myself chickening out and said, "....fuck you then!"

"Oh, yes, he does want to fuck me or he wants me to suck his cock, he'll be happy with anything really."

"What? You men that total strangers just tell you that they want sex from you in the street, just like that?"

Victoria looked confused for a moment and stopped walking, "You mean that strangers don't ask you for sex in the street?"

I couldn't be sure if she was pulling my leg again or not, I wasn't going to answer her but eventually I shook my head.

"God mum, that's really weird, men always tell me that they want to fuck me."

To get into the next part of the estate we had to go out onto the main road, past the shops and then take the next side street into the housing area, the other half of the estate was all social housing so there were no links through into the private houses. Victoria suggested that I walk on one side of the road and she walked on the other so I could watch her as she walked along. It wasn't a particularly busy shopping area but it did have a few shoppers and business men floating about.

I watched from the other side of the street, as Victoria walked towards the first man I saw her look the man straight in his eyes, her eyes widened slightly, her eyebrows arched upwards and she gave a broad smile. I realised that she wasn't showing off for my benefit or anything, I had noticed her walking along like that before when out with me and her father and had thought nothing of it.

The man stopped a few feet short of her and he returned her open faced smile as Victoria got to just a pace away from the man he said "Hi."

He hadn't tried to stop her, he hadn't stepped in front of her or anything, he just smiled at her and greeted her. Victoria stopped and they exchanged a few words, then Victoria said "Goodbye, see you later." And she started walking again, I looked back at the man, he was adjusting his cock inside of his trousers, he was looking back at Victoria and had a huge grin on his face.

There were only four men walking on Victoria's side of the road, two of them spoke to her and two smiled at her and stopped after she walked past so they could look at her from behind. There were six men on my side of the road and the first four totally ignored me. I had no idea what men saw in Victoria that they didn't see in me, Victoria and I were both the same height, we both had the same body shape, same hair colour and length, same breast size and without makeup on, our faces were almost exactly the same, so why did she have the effect that she had and I had no effect at all.

The fifth man was approaching me; I studied what happened as objectively as I could. Six feet away and the man was aware that someone was approaching him, he looked down at my legs, his eyes lifted to a point approximately around my crotch, then his eyes lifted to my breasts and dwelled there for a pace or two. I saw his eyes flick up to my face but before he could make eye contact I had responded by looking down at his shoes. 'Dammed it to hell' went through my mind, I had missed the crucial moment, missed his reaction to my face and by the time that I forced myself to look up again the moment was over and we were passing each other by.

The sixth man was ten feet ahead of me now, 'Right, you have to keep looking at him, you have to force yourself not to look down at the last moment or you'll miss what's happening all over again', I said to myself.

The routine was almost exactly the same, at six feet he looked down at my legs, then crotch area, then breasts for three times longer than my legs and crotch. 'Don't look away, don't look down' repeated over and over again in my head, his eyes flicked to my face, he checked out my mouth, nose and finally eye contact.

I was totally forcing myself not to look down or away, he was two feet away from me and just to my left. When he realised that I didn't look away his eyebrows arched up, his eyes opened wider and then he smiled and stopped walking, "Hi, how are you?" He said with a grin.

Because I hadn't looked away I realised that my face had mirrored his, my eyes widened and I smiled automatically before saying, "Hi, good thanks, how are you?"

I hadn't intended to stop walking but I did, I had tried very hard not to look down, trying to keep eye contact but without wanting too, my eyes flicked down to his crotch area and back to his eyes, he had a very healthy looking package bulging out in front of his trousers and as soon as I realised that he had seen me checking his package out he grinned even more and I blushed, "Can I offer you a coffee of something, there's a cafe over there, bit of a greasy spoon but their coffee is okay, well, drinkable at least."

I looked around in total embarrassment, Victoria was laughing at me from across the road, she was mouthing, "Go on, say yes!" to me, I just froze. There was a very awkward moment with us both just standing there, then Victoria burst into action and marched across the road to us. Victoria took the trolley handle out of my hand, "I'll do East Street and West Street, you can catch me up on Powel Road, go on and have a coffee break!"

I looked back to the guy's eyes again, an awkward feeling deep inside, "Well, come on, you've been given a coffee break, take advantage of every opportunity you get!"

I allowed him to take my arm and lead/drag me across the road to the Polish coffee shop. We made small talk over strong Polish coffee it was a bit like a teenagers first date, all that 'my name is, what's yours? What colours do you like? Who's your favourite band? What are you doing on Friday night?' I remained totally noncommittal but really enjoyed the thirty minutes that we spent chatting together. As I said, "Goodbye." He pressed a note with his telephone number and email address into my hand and kissed my cheek, while thanking me for taking a coffee with him.

I walked straight to the corner of Powel Road, Victoria was already there and was standing chatting to a man with an American Pit-Bull straining against a heavy chain leash, the man was touching her left elbow, rubbing his fingertips up and down her bare arm, as I got closer I heard him say, "Of course I have condoms, right here in my wallet, how old are you anyway?"

Victoria had been laughing at the man's conversation as I walked towards them and suddenly she turned serious, "I'm twelve, almost thirteen years old!"

"Cool, when's your birthday? I could throw a party for you if you like"

"End of August!"

"Really close then, so, you want to come to my place for a bit of fun, it's only out on the High Street, I live above the carpet shop."

"I'd really love too but I'm supposed to be delivering these and I'm working away from the High Street."

"That's a pity, if it's just a time thing, I know a place just along Powel Street, hardly anyone ever goes there!"

Victoria looked over her shoulder and spotted me, she gave me a 'Cat with the cream' kind of grin and then turned back to the man, "Where is it?"

"The old path between twenty-eight and thirty, on this side of the road, it used to go down to the park but the council closed the path down."

Victoria looked at me again, "Can you do the other side, I'll take the trolley and meet you at the other end of Powel Road!"

Victoria didn't wait for my answer, she dipped into the trolley and took a 'lazy handful' of newsletters from the trolley and handed them to me. Before I got across the road Vicky had delivered to four houses, the man was pulling the trolley along in one hand and was trying hard to stop his dog yanking his other arm off. By the time I had delivered to the second house I watched Victoria walking down the overgrown path that used to lead to the park, the man was following her and our trolley was just left at the end of the path, still out on the pavement.

By the time I caught up I was almost out of newsletters, I posted the last one and crossed the road to the trolley. I tried hard not to look down the path but I couldn't stop myself. The council had strung a wire link fence across the path about half way along it and the same again at the far end. Victoria and the man had pulled the fence to one side and both squeezed through so that they were standing in a kind of oblong box, six foot high solid wooden fences to the left and right, separating the path from the gardens on either side and the open link fences in front and behind of them.

I could see right through to the park and anyone in that bit of the park would have been able to see my daughter and the man. He was dressed in white trainers, black ankle length socks, white football shorts and white t-shirt. He was standing with his back to the fence and his dog was on my side of the wire fence, the loop on the end of the leash had been hooked over a concrete fence post.

Victoria was totally naked apart from her white trainers and white trainer socks; she was standing on the tips of her toes, one arm around the man's neck and the other down the front of his shorts. I was so close to them that I could actually hear the smacking of their lips as they kissed each other. Victoria's shorts and t-shirt were draped over the long slender branches of a wild Buddleia that had taken a hold in the cracks of the path since the council had fenced it off to stop people passing.

I heard Victoria say, "You want to just do it or you want a blow first?"

The man said nothing; he just put his hand on top of her head and pressed down, I watched as Victoria went down onto her knees in front of the guy and as she went down, she pulled his shorts down to his feet. She spat in her left hand and rubbed her spittle over his cockhead and then down his shaft, she was inspecting his cock closely, almost lovingly but I guessed that she was looking for sores or lesions on his cock that might have indicated an STD of some hind.

I studied the way that she de-fluffed his cock, making certain that he was totally clean before she bobbed her head down and began to suck his cock. Victoria put a lot of effort into sucking his cock, she was very enthusiastic but that wasn't good enough for him, he gripped her head tightly and began fucking her face hard, it sounded like he was slapping her face as he was hitting her so hard with his hips.

After a few minutes, and I really was totally disgusted with myself for still being there, watching my daughter, totally naked, sucking a large man's cock. Victoria managed to pull her face away from his cock, "You want to cum in my mouth or fuck me?"

He let her head go and bent to find his wallet from the back pocket of his shorts. He passed the foil-wrapped condom to Vicky and she snapped it open, placed the ring of latex against his cockhead, pinched the teat and rolled the rubber down the length of his shaft. He turned Vicky around and bent her over, gripped her hips in both hands and rammed his abdomen hard against her backside.

Vicky straightened and yelped in pain, then she raised herself onto the tips of her toes and wriggled her hips slightly as he pulled her back into him, this time there was no mistake and he struck gold. He fucked her hard and fast but still didn't climax for ages, all the time his dog was barking like mad, I was surprised that no one had come out of the surrounding houses because of all the barking and the sound of a fast hand clap as his abdomen slapped against her buttocks.

I heard the man start to issue a string of obscenities and his rapid, fluid thrusting slowed and turned ragged, Victoria was begging him to keep going but she was too late, I suddenly panicked, I didn't want the guy to catch me watching them fucking so I grabbed another handful of newsletters and crossed back over the road.

I had posted three letters by the time Vicky and the man walked back up the path, at the end of the pathway, they kissed and he reminded her that he lived over the carpet shop, "I'm usually home most days, if I'm not there try the park, I won't be far away."

Vicky carried on down her side of the road posting her letters and by the end of the road she had passed me. When I got to her side she turned to me, she looked very worried, "Don't tell dad will you?"

"What? That you and that man had sex."

"No, dad wouldn't care about that, just so long as I made him use a condom, don't tell dad that I let the gut fuck me in the street, or the path! I did promise dad that I'd stop fucking in dangerous places."

I nodded my head; I could see why her father would insist that she didn't have sex in such a public place. My nod got a smile from Vicky and the worried look disappeared from her face. "What did you think?"

"What do you mean?"

"Did you like watching me fucking with Alan?"

"Oh, is that his name? I worried a lot that he was hurting you."

"Not really, he only hurt me once, he was way wide of the mark when he tried to fuck me, almost threw his cock up my arse a little too fast and hard."

"That's terrible!"

"Not really, if he had told me he wanted to do anal I'd have handled him differently, sucked his cock a little after I put the condom on him to give it a little lubrication."

"If you were worried about doing it there, why didn't you go to his flat with him? I could have done the rest of the drops on my own; you did give me a coffee break after all."

Vicky giggled, "You had a coffee break so I could have a fuck break! Anyway if I had gone to his place with him it would have taken all day, I know a few girls from school who go with him, he likes to fuck you first, then while he recovers he gives you to his dog for an hour or two and then he likes to take his second turn while your cunt is full of digs spunk but he never uses a condom for his second turn."

"Oh my God, you can't be serious!"

Vicky shook her head, "Anyway mum, how did your coffee date go?"

I giggled like a teenager and thought back to my coffee, "It was nice, very nice but of course nothing could possibly happen."

"Did he want to fuck you?"

"Nothing was said outright but he left me in little doubt that he wanted more than a cup of coffee with me."

"Yep, I could see that from his body language from the other side of the street."

We delivered the remaining newsletters and I phoned the charity organisers to let them know that I was finished. I had to give her the start address and the final one as well as the route I'd taken and what days I had delivered to what streets.

We walked back home at around eleven o'clock in the morning, I listened to the local news on the radio while Vicky took a shower, there was a news item about the High Street in the town where the branch of Adult Expressions that I was going to take Vicky too was situated, the report was of a massive electrical fire in the central substation of the electricity grid, eighty percent of all the town centre shops had been closed for safety reasons.

I called directory enquiries and asked for Adult Expressions' telephone number so I could phone them and check that they were still open. I'd dialled the number and was standing with the phone against my ear when Victoria walked in drying herself.

"Bad news darling, the shop I was going to take you too seems to be closed, they have no electricity so they can't open, it isn't safe to have people wandering around a store with no lights on."

"If they had no electricity then their tills wouldn't work either, neither would their telephones, you need electricity for everything mum."

Vicky fetched her phone and put in a call to Ben, she asked him where the nearest sex shop was, he mentioned Adult Expressions on the High Street in town, that was the only retail sex shop in the area. There used to be dozens of sex shops in every town, once a shop had zoning for retail goods they could sell anything they liked so long as it wasn't hot food, then the government said that although the council couldn't stop a sex shop opening, they could set a licence fee for a retail sex shop and that fee could be any figure the council wanted so almost every sex shop closed overnight.

The main exception was the larger chains and there were only three of them, Adult Expressions being the local store. Those shops were given a lower license fee because they adhered to very strict rules, like the sex toys, books and videos were all hidden from view in over eighteens area that was well policed (in theory).

Victoria chatted to Ben for a while and then hung up, "The nearest shop is in Milton Keynes but Ben says that there is an online warehouse on the industrial estate between us and town, he gave me the manager's number so I can phone him up and ask if we could visit to buy something, Ben told me to leave it for half an hour before I ring them though. Let's get ready while we wait."

Vicky did both of our hair styles to match, this time she used hair wax to ensure that our styles didn't move once she finished them. She did our makeup as well, she was lightning fast, looked very casual and haphazard but the final result was that we looked like exact mirror images of each other. I had a scarlet and an orange wrap-over dress, Vicky picked both of them out of my wardrobe and started to help me to put on the scarlet dress, "I need a bra on under this."

"No mum, you don't, I'm not going to bother with a bra and we need to look like sisters, so you can't have one either!" it would appear that I wasn't allowed knickers either and neither was she but she did find two new packs of self-support stockings in my chest of drawers, black, satin smooth with very lacy tops.

'Well, if we can't go to the dot-com warehouse we're a little overdressed for watching News Round on TV' went through my mind. Victoria phoned the number that Ben had given her and chatted for a few moments and then hung up the phone. I didn't like the look on her face; something about her chat with the manager of the warehouse had bothered her a lot. She had written something on a pad and then she sat me down and squatted down in front of me.

"They absolutely can't sell us anything over the counter; they'd get closed down if anyone ever found out. The manager needs a few shots of new lines that have just come in for the website, if we agree to let them photograph us using their stuff on each other, whatever we use we get to keep for free. The problem as I see it is that you might freak out at the idea of using a dildo or vibrator on me. Or, if they asked me to use something on you!"

I needed to think about this a lot, buying our daughter a sex toy was one thing but using one on her, or her using one on me, that was a step about a mile high! Vicky was on the phone again while I started to regress about forty-eight hours, back in time the dark ages before my sexual awakening started.

"Mum, dad wants to talk to you!"

Victoria handed me her phone and I chatted to John for five minutes. Victoria hadn't mentioned exactly what we'd been asked to do but she had mentioned that she had suggested something that she thought was a little further than I wanted to go. John just kept saying things like, "Who will it hurt?" "What can go wrong?" "Why was I worrying so much, just go with the experience and have fun!"

I took a deep breath and said, "Oh to hell with it, all I can do is give it a try, but if I try and still can't go through with it, don't be mad at me, okay?"

Vicky grinned at me and pulled me to my feet, "Mum, you're the greatest but from this point on, I can't call you mum, okay?"

I nodded my head, "I'll be Kate mum and you can be my older sister Amanda, no last names, I'm eighteen and you're twenty five, okay?"

I nodded again, as we walked out to the car Victoria even worked out our dates of birth, where we lived, that we were both single and that we lived together. In the car she took the note she made and punched the post code she'd been given into the sat-nav. "This place is called 'Mistress of the Night', it's a dot com or dot co dot uk or something but Ben said that it's just a huge warehouse with MotN over the door into the office.

I drove following the sat-navs instructions and we soon found the unimposing little door on the side of the massive warehouse. The logo over the door could easily have been missed as it was only letters six inches high. The door was locked and we had to press a buzzer on the door to get attention.

The manager came and opened the door; he looked at us and grinned, not a smile but a lecherous grin. "Come in ladies, may I say that you both look delicious, not often that we have twins to model our products."

Vicky signalled to me that she was growing older to match the age she'd made up for me. In the office we had to fill in release forms so that they could use our images in their online pages to sell sex toys. Victoria still described me as her big sister; she claimed that I was older than her by an hour. The manager didn't care that we just used one name, he just insisted on us both filling the forms in using our own handwriting, purely for legal reasons, he actually pointed to the security camera in the corner, "We'll save that video to prove that you both filled in your own forms before we started."

We moved into what was ostensibly a conference room or lecture room, two men were working flat out to bolt together temporary lighting rigs on both sides of the room and the large table in the centre of the room was moved out and a bed was brought in. They had around fifty sex toys of all kinds, dildos, vibrators, strap-on cocks, nipple clamps, suction pumps and things that I couldn't work out what they were for.

The camera that was set up on the tripod was huge and expensive and it had a 'UTP' cable linking it to the company's computer server, the manager explained that while photographs were being taken by the photographer, the IT guy in the next room would be capturing them and adding them onto their website in real time. Literally, they would take a snapshot and within seconds it would be online and available to their customers.

"Can we see you naked please ladies?"

Victoria could see that this was the danger point for me and she made a grab for my hand before pulling at the knot at my side and unfastening the belt that was the only thing keeping my dress closed. She turned her side to me and made me pull the bow at her side. We heard about a hundred pictures being taken as we stepped out of our dresses.

"That's great girls, the stockings you're wearing are actually ones that we stock, so well done, we're up and running straight off."

Clothing was brought in for us to wear as they photographed us; it took thirty minutes of pulling something on, kissing or touching each other in various poses while we were photographed. On one side it was quite boring just changing clothes for ten seconds at a time, posing and then undressing all over again. But once we got round to the sex toys things changed, they got very exciting and even though there were four men in the room watching us and God knows how many men were in the IT room adding our photographs into the right places on the website I was still getting off with mini orgasms about every five or six minutes.

Things like the eighteen inch long, black rubber, double ended dildo were a great turn on for both Victoria and myself, instead of stopping when we were told too we just continued until we both climaxed together fucking each other on the bed under the lights. We needed time to redo our makeup and hair after fucking each other and as we were the IT manager came in with a laptop and asked the manager to take a look at the results of our fucking the black double ding.

"I took a dozen pictures but also a video, what do you think, can we leave the pictures and the video on the website?"

"Can you make it so that the video is only available to premier members?"

"Great idea boss, I can do that easily, I could make the first picture in each set as general and all the supplementary pictures restricted to premier members only as well if you like."

"Great, I'm sure that we'll get more people paying for premium membership if there are extra pictures and videos for them to see."

We went through about three hours of photography, we hadn't eaten lunch but for some reason that didn't matter, didn't even cross our minds. We used every toy on each other, well, only one toy on one person, because we looked so alike we didn't both need to use every toy. Victoria liked to use the nipple pumps on me and she sucked my nipples as far into the pumps as she could get them and then just left them there for almost an hour while she used an assortment of other dildos and vibrators on me, I actually liked her using the strap-on on me, while she was fucking me we were also doing a lot of kissing and Victoria once again engaged in a lot of nipple torture on me, we got the 'Cut' call from the photographer but once again we just carried on fucking each other and when we were finished we had to redo our hair and makeup all over again.

When they came to the riding crop, all they asked us to do was hold the crop against one of our buttocks, I didn't like the riding crop at all but Vicky asked me if I'd really hit her bum for her, I did a gentle tap but she complained, "I'd hit you so hard with it that it would make you cry if I were told to hit you with it!"

So, suitably admonished, I gave her about a seventy percent strength hit, the leather strop at the end of the crop made a sound like a gunshot against her arse and she shocked me by asking me to hit her harder. Before I could though she had picked up the whip and she was pushing the handle of the whip up her fanny as I hit her as hard as I could. Even though we'd been asked to just pretend with the riding crop they kept on filming and photographing us as I hit Vicky as hard as I could. Vicky also wanted me to do the same thing with the whip, even though its handle was all slippery with her cunt juice but I only hit her once with the whip.

We got home at four o'clock with a boot full of sex toys and clothes from Mistress of the Night, Vicky had picked up an advertising leaflet that would usually be pushed into every package that they posted out; she wanted it for the web address. As soon as my pc opened up Vicky was on the sex toy web page.

We were all over the site; about ten percent of all of the pictures on their site were of me and Vicky, she was looking for the riding crop advert, when the page with the riding crops and whips came on she was disappointed to find that there was a photograph of the crop but not a picture of it being used, just a literal message that said 'Additional pictures not available'

She pressed the 'F5' key several times to refresh the screen and then squealed with delight, "Look mum, look mum, they haven't had to do any trick photography on this photograph!"

I looked over her shoulder; her bottom had four red wealds on it and the photograph showed the riding crop hitting her bottom and the photograph clearly showed the crop pressing her bum cheek in deeply because I hit her so hard with it. I blushed at seeing the red stripes on my daughter's bottom. There was a supplementary button at the side of her beaten arse picture that said, 'More pictures and a video available to premier members'. Victoria pulled her dress open and struggled to see if the marks were still there and I blushed a deeper red because they were still there and more besides.

I watched as Vicky copied the web address of the page where we were both using the large black double dildo on each other, the photograph they had used for that toy actually filled the screen totally so you could see every detail of both of our naked bodies.

"What are you doing with that?"

"I'm emailing it to dad's phone, not his work address."

"Okay, we don't want him getting in trouble with his boss for looking at porn on his work computer."

Ten minutes later there was a reply from John. 'Fell of my seat when I opened that page and saw you two playing, what a wonderful picture of you two having fun..... only problem is......Chris Gamble was with me, he was telling me that my project may have to be put on hold.... after seeing that there are two of you, he's more determined to have a photographic session with one or both of you now. I have to let him use you or my project could be cancelled totally!'

Vicky took a box full of dildos and vibrators up to her bedroom and said, "Call me when dad gets home" as she struggled up the stairs under the heavy load.

I started cooking dinner, as I walked from the living room to the kitchen I could hear the buzzing sounds of a vibrator being ridden up in Victoria's bedroom. Each time I went through to the kitchen for the next ninety minutes the buzzing sound changed very little, sometimes it was accompanied by the sounds of her gasping through her orgasm and some just by the sound of her bed bouncing.

We were all naked as we ate dinner the same as we were the day before, the topic of conversation over dinner was all about our day of modelling and John trying to find out what it was like for Victoria and me playing with each other and all of the sex toys. After dinner Victoria actually offered to help wash the dishes and John came into the kitchen to help put things away instead of catching up on the events of the day on the TV news.

We all moved into the living room and tumbled onto the sofa together, I sat back watching Victoria and John chatting animatedly about the day, it was a bit of a two way street too, Victoria was interested in John's day, more from the perspective of what Chris Gamble had said about her pictures on the sex tot website. I found myself smiling just from the animation in my husband and my daughter as they babbled together excitedly, I was smiling and they were both smiling too.

I thought back to a week ago, well, at this time a week ago, John would have still been at work, he found it difficult to trust others at work so he tended to do everything himself and get home late and totally knackered, he was just rattling through five jobs that he had passed out to the rest of the team at work just so he could leave at the time he was supposed to. A week ago, Victoria would have been up in her bedroom, listening to her music or reading romance novels. The TV was off and that in itself was unusual.

There was lots of touching and hugging as well as kissing but, although the talk had rotated around sexual topics as well as work all evening, the touching and hugging had no real sexual meaning. I was trying to work out why we all seemed so happy all of a sudden and the main difference over the two days of comparison was honesty, that and nudity. Seven o'clock had passed to ten o'clock in the blinking of an eye. I didn't want to put a break on the fun but I couldn't afford for Victoria to miss another day off of school so I had to send her off to bed.

Usually John and I would have waited at least an hour after Vicky went up to bed before we went up but as soon as her arse passed through the living room door John had my hand and was pulling me off towards our bedroom. As we passed Victoria's bedroom door a sudden buzzing started up, "Vicky, straight to sleep please." The buzzing stopped, "Yes mummy, sorry mummy."

I closed our bedroom door and said "Sarcastic bitch!" Under my breath, "I heard that mummy!" I shook my head, "She didn't, she couldn't possibly have heard me through two closed doors." "I can hear everything very clearly mummy." "Go to sleep, you're going to school tomorrow no matter how tired you are!"

John and I didn't have sex but we did make love to each other for over an hour before going to sleep cuddling each other. We were all up early in the morning, we all ate breakfast in the nude, Victoria didn't say much but she had a faraway look in her eyes and a permanent smile on her face. As she took her plate and dish to the sink John spotted something between her legs, "What have you got there Vicky?"

Victoria opened her legs and we both saw a loop of string hanging out of our daughter's cunt. John pulled at the string and a 'Jumbo Love Ball' eventually stretched her labia open enough to pop into view, the second ball was still deep inside holding the first ball dangling out of her cunt, she whispered, "Push it back please daddy!"

"Are you taking those to school?"

"Yes daddy."

"Well, if you do, you'll have to leave them in all day, don't get caught playing with them in school!"

"They've been in all night; I may never take them out again for the rest of my life!"

Victoria disappeared up to her room to get dressed for school. John was grinning like a fool, then he looked at my face, "Don't worry, she didn't mean it, the next time a man smiles at her, she'll take them out in the blink of an eye!"

John didn't run off to work early as he usually did, he hung around so he could drop Vicky off at school before going on to work, I heard him and Vicky talking in our en-suit bathroom and he came down to the kitchen fastening his tie, "What are you doing today darling?"

I thought about it for a moment, "Strip the beds and wash the sheets, possibly a little gardening, I don't have anything else on."

John laughed at my comment about having nothing on as he kissed me and patted my naked bottom he dropped a casual little bombshell before he left the house, "I know you have nothing on and it's lovely going to work with you naked and coming home to find you the same way. Why don't you ring that bloke that you had coffee with yesterday, invite him round here, give him coffee or lunch or something, anything you want to give him really, just tell me if anything exciting happens and remember girl, I'll be looking for details, details are everything."

I'd finished the housework by eleven o'clock, I had looked at the slip of paper with an email address and a telephone number but no name written on it a dozen times as I worked. I could call the number but felt such a fool, we had talked for thirty minutes or more and we hadn't bothered to exchange names and how much more of a fool would I have felt if he had told me his name and I had missed it in my excitement at a simple conversation with a stranger?

I stood trying to make up my mind what to do; it would be nice to have a little excitement in the middle of a boring day. I had just finished ironing the last of Victoria's linen, the last item was the t-shirt from her PE kit. I just stood there looking at her shirt and remembered the animalistic way that the man from over the carpet shop, Alan or whatever his name was, had fucked her, stripped naked, standing up and bent over, her hands braced against her knees to prevent her being fucked to the floor on her face.

I started to brad my hair into a loose pony tail, the way that Vicky had done her hair the day before when we went out to deliver newsletters. I brushed my hand over Victoria's t-shirt as I looked at myself in the mirror, I found her towelling sweatband and pulled it on my head, smiled at my reflection and watched as Victoria smiled back at me. The germ of an idea was forming in my head, I was the one that wanted the fun, craved the possibility of new experiences but I was still being slightly held back by my old conditioning, the fact that in my mind I had to act responsibly. I had, for a long time, envied Victoria her freedom, she was just a kid and could get away with a lot more risqué behaviour.

I pulled Victoria's t-shirt on over my head, no bra of course, just the way Victoria wore her t-shirt if she wasn't playing sports. Being the mother, the thought was sitting at the back of my mind that I'd have to wash her PE kit all over again before Monday when she would need it for school. I smoothed the material down over my stomach. John would be the only person in the world who would be able to tell that the reflection in the mirror wasn't Victoria and that was because, having breastfed Victoria as a baby for nine months, my nipples and areola were far more defined that Victoria's.

I started to have doubts but shook them from my head and stepped into my daughter's shorts, I even wore her trainer socks but I did put my own trainers on. I left the house with a shiver of anticipation running through my body. In my mind I was just going to head for the High Street and practice what I'd have to call, 'The approach' if it really needed a name. Walking up to men and looking them in the eye and smiling at them to see how many wanted to engage with me in whatever way they wanted too.

I didn't get much chance to practice the approach, my coffee companion from the previous day was standing outside the carpet shop looking at his wrist watch, he saw me at a distance and instantly began looking around, it dawned on me that he had thought that I was Vicky and he was actually looking for me. I could have changed directions, headed off into the supermarket or something but that wasn't what I was out on the High Street for, I was looking for an experience or at the very least, I was looking to practice my opening gambit with a few men.

"Hi, where's your mate today?"

I tried to hide the shiver running through my body but my nipples just wouldn't be denied, they popped like Champagne corks and in such a thin t-shirt with no bra, they definitely drew his attention, I took a deep breath, did I tell him the truth and admit that if he had told me his name I'd forgotten it, I spoke and the words that came out were, "She's moved on to a different area today!"

A lecherous grin slowly broke over his face, he was quite openly 'checking my body out', not a hint of shame on his part and as I tried to force myself to calm down there was just a hint of red flushing over my cheeks. He took a step to the left and bent slightly to take a closer look at my arse with the stretched shorts covering it. I could almost hear his thoughts, "Definitely no bra but has she got knickers on under those shorts?"

He suddenly straightened up and stepped into my personal space, just a half step but noticeable, I would have seen it as threatening just a few days ago and would have checked his half step with a full one of my own away from him. It was funny, or was it strange, I couldn't work it out but because I was forcing myself to keep up eye contact and as broad and open a smile as I could, instead of stepping away from him or even wanting to step away, I found that I was being drawn in, my upper body was leaning slightly in to him, closing down my personal space even more.

He started whispering to me and as he did he reached out and brushed his hand down my upper arm to my elbow, I totally missed what he had said and so I had to lean in even further to hear and I asked him to repeat what he had said. His hand slipped off of my elbow and down onto my waist.

"I was asking if you had a little time to spare this morning!"

His hand rubbed back and forth over the waistband of my shorts and then slipped down over my left buttock, he was feeling to see if I was wearing any knickers under my shorts and once he'd confirmed that I was dressed commando so to speak his smile broadened again. His hand slipped back up, I had begun to look around to see how many people could see us, see him, groping my arse out in full view of the busiest road in our small town. His hand found mine and he took a firm hold, "Come down here with me, don't worry about the carpet shop, it's closed all day today, the owner is in court again."

I didn't really have a chance to say no or anything else really, I was just pulled down the drive at the side of the carpet shop leading to their loading bay but not to customer parking. As soon as we passed the end of the building he started to kiss me, I broke off the kiss as his hands started to fondle my breasts through my t-shirt; I looked over my shoulder to see if anyone was looking at us down the drive. I suddenly felt cool air around my midriff as he pulled the front of my t-shirt up exposing my thirty-eight inch 'D' cup breasts, "I can't do this here, someone could see us!"

As soon as I spoke a barking dog set off in the flat above the carpet shop, I recognised the dog's bark, it was Victoria's friend Alan's dog. I was pulled to one side so that I couldn't be seen from the road, "Lift your arms up!"

I just did it without thinking and my t-shirt was pulled off over my head, he threw my shirt onto the top of the large wheelie bin belonging to the carpet shop, my right arm came into play and covered my breasts as I looked nervously towards the window where the sound of the dog was coming from.

"Don't worry about Alan, he'll watch us but he won't come out and disturb us and he won't blab about what he sees either."

He pulled my arm down with one hand while his other hand was busy pulling at the end of the chord that was holding my shorts up, I had tied it with a simple bow so it offered no resistance to his pulling and in a moment my shorts were falling down towards my ankles.

"Lift up your foot!"

Once again I did as I was told without thinking about it, he bent down, kissed my pussy mound and picked up my shorts and tossed them on top of my t-shirt on the bin. I shivered, I wasn't cold but just standing there, totally naked, in front of a fully dressed man had taken me to the edge of a climax in an instant and the thought that the man that had fucked my daughter just twenty-four hours earlier could be standing at the side of his dog, up at the window watching me, just added to my excitement.

He began to kiss me, his hands were all over my body, exploring every inch, he told me to open my legs and once again I did as I was told and he dug two fingers up into my cunt and began to finger fuck me throwing me over the edge and into my orgasm in an instant, he chuckled as I started to lose control a little and the hand that was pinching my nipples suddenly disappeared and I felt him fumbling between our bodies. 'Condom' popped into my head from somewhere, between my gasping for air I heard the sound of his fly being unzipped. 'Condom' popped into my head again.

I felt the warmth of his cock against my hip as he freed it from his trousers, 'Condom' flashed into my head, I was on the edge of losing control of my bladder and spurting all over his hand, then I felt his hand moving, he was pulling his cock up and down like a slow wanking motion, 'Condom', he was rubbing the head of his cock against my belly and pussy mound, rubbing a trail of pre-cum over my abdomen, 'Condom'. He was slowing down his masturbating me and started to bend his knees, 'Condom', he was starting to aim his cock and as he pulled his fingers out of my cunt, 'Condom', this time my hand slipped between my legs and blocked his access and I whispered, "Condom, I can't let you do it without a condom!"

"I haven't got a fucking condom, if you're so desperate for guys to use a condom to fuck you, you should bring them!"

I heard a heavy sigh of disappointment and he muttered something under his breath, then he grabbed my hand and pulled it away from between my legs, I thought he was about to rape me but he didn't, he dragged me by the hand towards the stairs leading up to the flat above the carpet shop, Alan's flat, Alan and his dog's flat.

At least he had grabbed my t-shirt and shorts before we started up the stairs but it wasn't to give them to me to put on. Suddenly I felt very exposed, the higher we climbed up the stairs, the more I could be seen by other people in the area. At the top step he called out, "Hey up our kid, have you got any condoms I could borrow off of you?"

The door opened and Alan stepped out and smiled at me, "Hi Vicky, you getting hooked on my family or something? Me yesterday and my youngest brother today, there's only four more and you'll have had the full set. Of course I've got condoms, I buy them in bulk, bring her in here Pete, the condoms are in my bedroom, they are in the drawers on both sides of my bed."

Pete pulled me through his brother's flat to the bedroom, the dog was shut away in another room and it was going mad to get out, Pete left me standing at the side of Alan's bed, I looked at the bedroom door and Alan walked in, closing the door behind him. Alan was wearing a dressing gown that he was holding closed at the front but now that he was inside of his own bedroom he stopped holding it closed, I watched as Alan's dressing gown fell open, he was naked under it and his cock was rampant and hard.

I heard Peter undressing and glanced over at him momentarily as he struggled to get his trousers off while standing up, I looked back at Alan and he was walking towards me now, slipping his shoulder out of his dressing gown and letting fall to the floor behind him., I felt my old friends panic and shyness growing over me, John's warning to our daughter about not performing sex acts in a dangerous place came into my head, I wasn't totally sure that he would have classed this as a dangerous place... no, oh dear God no, the dogs barking was really getting on my nerves but suddenly Vicky's comment about Alan fucking girls in his flat and then giving them to his...

My head was grabbed, Alan was pulling my face down towards his cock and at the same time Peter was grasping my hips and holding my lower body in place. I managed to get a look at Pete's cock before my face was buried into Alan's crotch; Peter had fortunately put a rubber raincoat over his cock, a healthy eight inches long and reasonably fat, as Alan guided his cock into my mouth I braced myself, I prepared to take on boarders in my cunt.

As soon as Peter's cock finally managed to break into my inner body I lost my fears and worries and just settled into being spit-roasted by Alan and his brother. The climax was out of this world and Alan didn't want to shoot off in my mouth so that was a definite bonus but after Pete filled his condom the bonus turned into something a little less so because while Pete stood there with his condom covered cock slowly shrinking in my cunt, Alan was at his bedside drawer and he was sliding a condom down his cock.

Pete pulled out and then pushed me onto the bed on my back and as he stepped out of the way, Alan dropped down between my thighs and began to fuck me all over again with his short fat cock and he started my orgasm climbing all over again.

Peter left the room as his older brother was pounding away into my body, the dogs barking became louder and I could hear the sounds of claws scratching against the laminate flooring. Suddenly the bedroom door seemed to explode inwards as the dog's head crashed the door open. Alan looked over his shoulder and without skipping a beat fucking me he said, "Calm down boy, I'll be finished in a minute and then this little bitch will be all yours.

I climaxed extra hard at Alan's comment, I had never been too bothered about the idea of animal sex, I'd heard that people did it, we lived in the country where ninety percent of people had dogs and, being country folk, we didn't go in for spaying or neutering our pets so there were hundreds of testosterone fuelled dogs around all of the time, what I wasn't sure about though was having Alan's dog fuck me while Alan and his brother watched and then after I'd been totally humiliated by the dog, I kind of had the idea that both men would take another turn at me but I doubted that they would be so keen to use condoms again after the dog had fucked me without one.

Alan filled his rubber with a torrent of bad language and abuse, directed at me. As Alan rolled off of my body Peter guided the dog past his brother and he patted my belly and told the dog to get up on me. I kicked out with my legs, propelling my body across the surface of the bed. I grabbed my shorts and got them on as quickly as I could, "No! No dogs for me this time guys, I've got things to do and places that I need to go!"

I dressed and headed for the door as quickly as I could, Alan and Peter just stood there open mouthed watching me heading for the hills.

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I didn't look back, I slammed the front door shut behind me and ran down the stairs into the loading area behind the carpet shop, I ran to the end of the driveway and slowed to a walk as I stepped out onto the High Street. I think that was the point that I took my first breath, leaning against the carpet shop window and as I got my breath back I started laughing.

I had sucked Alan's cock and both Alan and Pete had fucked me, I had managed to keep it as safe as I could, if Alan or Pete had planned to take my photograph performing a sexual act, they were sure to have done it as that damned dog was tied with me but my fast thinking and even faster movement had forestalled that little plan, Vicky had mentioned that after his dog had taken a turn fucking a girl, he never used a condom again with that girl, Vicky didn't say that he blackmailed the girls but I put two and two together and could see that even a bad quality photograph taken with a mobile phone would stop a girl ever refusing Alan ever again.

I was leaning there against the window and imagining what it would feel like having sex with a large and powerful dog, well, I'd already taken the first step, but I guess you could say that I'd chickened out before experiencing the dog but I saw that as a safety precaution, if I was ever going to let a dog fuck me I'd have to have a little more control. I'd have to mention the dog thing to John when he got home from work, see if that was something that might interest him in helping me with.

I'd had my fun for the day, so much fun that I imagined that I 'Squelched' as I walked, the gusset of Victoria's shorts was soaking wet and as both men had used condoms all the liquid swilling around between my legs was my own excitement and lubrication. Even though I hadn't practiced my approaching technique to see if I could be as successful as Victoria at attracting strangers, I decided that I'd probably had enough fun and taken enough risks for one day.

I was about to turn to the right and head for home but I saw something out of place on the corner of the High Street and East Street. I spotted two of Victoria's school friends standing on the corner, well, I say standing, they were walking up and down, it looked like they were trying to attract the attention of passing motorists, not like hitching a ride, just trying to get the men to look at them.

I recognised both, I had seen them just the other day at Ben's house, Lisbeth and Emma, they were both wearing cropped tops and micro-mini skirts and every time they moved I could see a flash of their knickers from under their skirts. I checked the time, it was just ten minutes past twelve, the girls couldn't have got from school to our town in just ten minutes, it would have been difficult for them to change out of school uniform and into... well, I guess you'd call it 'hookers uniform' if you were being unkind.

I had intended to go home but I decided to go and have a word with Emma and Lisbeth before I did. As I got close to the corner of East Street, Lisbeth suddenly started to go through her routine, a car was driving up slowly and Lisbeth walked towards the kerb, strutting her stuff and shaking her arse to try and interest the driver, Emma was watching Lisbeth but she was talking to me, "Hi Vickster, I thought that you had stopped working the streets because your 'Daddy' asked you too!" I got the image in my mind that Vicky would usually have been part of this street corner life before her father asked her to stop the more dangerous side of her sexual activity.

The driver increased his speed and pulled away from the kerb, Lisbeth hadn't hooked her man and she walked back to Emma's side with a disappointed look on her face. Just then Claire walked out of Powel Street, she was walking with a wiggle in her arse, dressed exactly the same way that Emma and Lisbeth were dressed but her shoes had slightly higher heels on them, she was counting money as she joined her friends on the corner and she gave some of her money to Lisbeth who counted it before saying, "Must have been full service for him to give you that much, at least one of us has had a bit of luck so far today."

"Victoria, good to see you out again!"

I froze on the spot, the voice came from behind me, I recognised the voice, as soon as I heard it I was just fourteen years old, I was looking for a summer job, most of my school friends worked on farms in the area, usually picking fruit or vegetables and usually the farm would be owned by one of their family members. My family didn't come from the farming area; we had no contacts in farming, my dad worked at a plastics factory, the fourth largest employer in our town and at fourteen years old I was being interviewed by my father's boss, Ken Pledgeman, for a summer job.

A shiver ran through my body, Ken Pledgeman of Pledgeman Plastics was still a powerful man, powerful and vital even though he was seventy years old, he was still CEO of Pledgeman Plastics and I saw him once a month at the board meeting of my favourite charity, the friends of our local hospital's fundraising committee, at the last meeting, just a week ago, I had taken the minutes so Ken had spent most of the meeting looking at me, waiting for me to finish writing before he moved on to the next point, if anyone would recognise that I was the mother and not the daughter he was bound to be the one.

"Come on Vicky, come over to the car, I want to chat with you."

I turned slowly, very slowly, just an hour earlier I'd been stripped naked in a car park and at the time I had thought that was the most exciting thing in the world, then I'd been dragged into Alan's flat and ended up with two men and all of us were naked and fucking, that had over taken being nude in the car park as the highpoint in my sexual excitement. Then Pete had brought the dog in to fuck me and again the excitement bar had been raised but this, out in the street, with one of the most respected man in the town and he was bound to spot that I wasn't really Victoria and then what, I'd have to resign from my fundraising activities but the thought of being caught, that had kicked the excitement level even higher.

I walked over to Ken's car, a beautiful Rolls Royce convertible, the roof was down and the white kid-leather seats glowed in the sunlight, I looked back at Victoria's friends, they looked totally pissed off that Ken had called me over to his car, it suddenly dawned on me that they might just know Ken as a customer, I hadn't really thought too much about my early dealings with Ken Pledgeman, I had closed the doors on my childhood and never peeked inside that compartment ever since. Even when I started volunteering at the charity and started to bump onto Ken all over again, it was like the adult me had never met Ken before and he never mentioned knowing me from before either.

"I just want to tell you that the first time we met, and I told you that I knew your mother, I wasn't trying to threaten you or anything like that and I know that, well, I was just stupid to say that at that particular moment but when you undressed and I saw your lovely tits, I suddenly remembered that I knew your mum, back when she was about your age or just a little older. Come on, what do you say, give me another chance, I was really looking forward to tasting your wonderful little fanny."

I just couldn't believe that Ken still hadn't recognised me but then, I hadn't actually said anything to him yet, as soon as I opened my mouth I would give myself away for certain. I took a deep breath and the earthquake running to the very core of my body almost overwhelmed me, the prospect of getting caught was almost better that the sex with Alan and Pete fucking me together, and probably even better that the near miss with the dog. I thought I was about to pass out as I said, "What's it worth?"

I actually imagined Vicky saying it, firstly to give me the confidence to actually open my mouth and secondly to try and disguise my voice with her kind of sneer. Ken smiled at me and nodded his head, "Twenty-five quid is the going rate for your mates to do straight sex and thirty-five for full service, I'm willing to pay you fifty quid but you have to come with me in my car right now, not your usual place and you have to agree to do whatever I want you to do!"

I mulled it over for a moment or two, going to a place of his choice was more dangerous than going to a place that I knew well, but then, what would I have said if he asked me to direct him to my usual place, I had no idea where Victoria and her friends went to sell sex, it had to be close, Claire had just walked back from it and the full service, whatever that was, I had no idea but Clair had just performed it with her punter so it couldn't be all that bad, she didn't look in the least bit traumatised by the experience.

I held out my hand and Ken counted five ten pound notes out into it. I closed my hand into a fist grasping the cash and turned my back on him, I walked over to Lisbeth, "Fifty quid for a condom!"

I took the condom and tucked it into my back pocket before I returned to Ken's car, I opened the door and slipped into the well cushioned leather that seemed to suck me down and seemed to almost caress my body.

"I see you've learned to use the door this time, you almost gave me two heart attacks, the first when you jumped the door to get in and the other when you stood on the seat to jump back out again, I've used leather milk and cream five times and I can still see the scuff marks in the seat from your shoes."

I sat silently in the seat as Ken drove along, I was trying to work out how to unlock a file stored in my head, a file from over sixteen years ago, that had been locked away for most of those sixteen years. I couldn't even work out why I would have locked that information away so deeply, I couldn't remember ever having anything unpleasant happen in my life, so why?

"What I was trying to say the last time we met before you ran out on me so abruptly was that I knew your mother when she was about your age, she came to work at my factory during the summer holidays, your grandfather worked in my warehouse back then too. Your mother looked almost exactly the way that you do today, I gave her what we called the dirty job, she had to grind up all of the waste plastic, the miss-shapes, the under-weight, the sprue and the runners. Because the waste plastic is all colours, the waste has to be mixed with Carbon Black in a large cement mixer before being fed into the black plastic storage hopper. It's called the dirty job because of the carbon black; the factory is very hot, all year round, but even hotter in the summer, the Carbon Black is so fine that it seeps through your overalls, through everything and it sticks to your skin because of the sweat..."

Things started to come back to me, as soon as my dad heard that I'd been taken on in the recycling room, he warned me that all I couldn't wear anything at all under my overalls not even my bra and knickers, the recycling room got very hot because it had to be closed to prevent the Carbon Black being carried around the factory on the hot air, one speck of it drifting into the open jaws of the mould would ruin that batch, just a single speck would swirl through the molten plastic as it was shot into the mould.

The recycling room was entered through a shower, when you started work you went through into a small changing room, changed into a clean overall and walked into the workroom through the shower area with the water turned off, then you had to stand at the closed workroom door and turn the showers on before you opened the door. The idea was that any Carbon in the air would be captured by the cascading water as you entered the room.

You had to stay in the workroom all day, you ate your dinner in there and you had a toilet in there too. At the end of the shift, you turned the water on in the shower before opening the workroom door, stepped through into the changing room, took off your overalls, dropped your dirty overall into a sealable bin then you walked naked through the water and on the other side of the shower you dried yourself on a fresh towel provided for you by the cleaner who had taken away the previous days sealed bin with your dirty overall in it. You then put your outside clothes on before opening the second door and leaving work for the day.

"...I gave your mother two weeks to get used to the changing room routine and then I 'accidentally' walked in on her as soon as I heard her enter the showers. She had her back to me and was busily soaping herself down; I could still see all the black creases of her body where the Carbon dust had collected. Your mum had to put a load of energy into washing herself and because of the cascade of water she didn't hear me just a few feet away from her..."

I managed to stop myself gasping, as I started to remember. I remembered turning round, I was really massaging the soap into my breasts and between my legs, Ken was just standing there, he had a massive grin on his face and he was holding a towel in his hands as he stared at my body.

"...When she turned to face me, it looked like she was masturbating herself, she gasped out loud and looked like a frightened rabbit frozen in the headlights of a car. I told her that the laundry had been delivered late, after the cleaner who usually brought in the fresh towel every day had left, I told her that I thought she'd rather I brought her a towel rather than leave her soaking wet after her shower..."

I remembered, God, I remembered, I have no idea how I managed to keep my breathing calm as Ken was talking but I just kept my face turned toward him, forced myself to keep my smile broad and open, forced myself to keep looking into his eyes instead of looking away in revulsion at what he had done to me when he was fifty years old and I was just fourteen!

"...I almost pissed myself laughing at your mother, she was frozen like a statue, I can't even remember if I had to use my normal spiel, the thing that I said to every fourteen year old girl that came for a job and who I took a liking too..."

He was right; I was almost catatonic, just standing there, one hand on my tits and the other covering my pussy. Ken was laughing as he turned off the water and stepped into the shower area; he took the soap out of my hand and began to form a lather in his hands. I didn't move a muscle as Ken began to wash me, rubbing the foam all over my body, he gently moved my hand away from my breasts and then he washed my tits for a good ten minutes, then he pulled my other hand away from my cunt and be began to wash there too, well, wash and masturbate me simultaneously.

"...I got her off with my fingers, she loved it, I think I gave her her first proper climax at another person's hands. I told her that she was a good girl, told her that she could book an hour's overtime, told her that she was doing such a good job that I'd give her a pay rise, put her on the rate for sixteen year olds instead of the fourteen year olds rate..."

Yes, yes, I remembered, Ken had unlocked that closed file in my brain, he was being a little economic with the truth though, not quite telling me the whole story, mind you, Ken never knew the whole story. Ken had assumed that no one in the world knew his secret, no one but the girl he had chosen to be that year's target for his lust. The latest laws had changed the kind of work a school girl could do, they couldn't work in a factory like Ken's until they were sixteen years old, so now Ken was forced to use girls like my daughter and her friends who were experimenting with sex of the more dangerous kind.

"...I could have fucked her but I didn't want to spoil a good thing, I knew that if she came back to work the next day I'd be able to fuck her all I wanted too, I just have to give girls a little money and a little time. With a little overtime and the pay rise, a girl could earn double what all of the other girls of her age were earning and all she had to do was be nice to me at the end of her shift."

Ken had played with my body for an hour under the guise of washing me clean, he had brought me to three orgasms before he stepped out of the shower area, wiped his hands on the towel he'd brought me and turned the water back on to rinse the soap suds off of my body. I was an hour late leaving the recycling room, I went to clock out and found that Ken had written in a finishing time and signed it; I would be getting two hours pay for letting him rub his hands all over my body for one hour.

I walked through the factory gates and found my dad sitting on a low wall just beyond the factory gates. "Hi baby, well, I guess you've learned everything about the recycling room now, judging by the time, that is!"

I froze for the second time that day, my father looked so sad, he had resigned himself to what happened to girls that Ken picked out for recycling. My father didn't look me in the eye, he just patted the wall at his side, inviting me to sit by him.

"Was it horrible? Painful? Disgusting?"

"No, all he did was touch me in the shower."

"Well, the choice is yours, we don't really need the money, I was going to use some of your pay to cover the cost of your school's French trip next term and let you use what was left of it for your spending money over there. You won't be the only girl from your class who has to stay at home; Mr. fucking Pledgeman will have to break-in a new girl to have his fun with."

I could still hear my father's words in my head now that the door had been opened, almost feel the hatred that he felt for his employer, I wasn't a total innocent, I'd had a boyfriend, I'd done the kissing thing, the fumbling in the back row of the cinema, more than one boyfriend actually, John had got further than any other boy, I had the feeling even back then that John was the one for me but I had liked messing about with other boys as well.

I remembered the words I had used in my reply, "Mr. Pledgeman's not that bad dad, and I never wanted to go to France on the school trip, I was hoping that you'd let me use my pay to go towards changing our old banger for a newer car, something we could do day trips on some weekends. I'll be okay, so long as you know what's going on and don't ask me to stop working at the factory."

My dad patted my knee, his voice had suddenly mellowed, the hatred had subsided slightly "Well, if you're okay with it, we really could do with a better car, one that will go all the way to the shops and get back home again without breaking down."

My dad kissed me on the cheek and gave my knee an extra squeeze, "Come on, let's go home and see if your mum will forgive us for ruining her hard work on our dinner."

We linked arms and started the long walk home, my dad still hadn't looked in my eyes but I could tell that he was more relaxed about things, a little more relaxed that is, then he sighed a little, took a deep breath and said, "Are you still a virgin? No, you don't have to answer that, none of my business really, you're fourteen now and more of a woman than your mother was when I married her. It's just that if you are, you know, still, I'd hate for that bastard Ken Pledgeman to get that prize off of you, you should think of calling that boy, you know, the one that you've been to the pictures with the last few Saturdays. If you're going to offer it to anyone, give it to someone who loves you, not Ken."

I got a really warm feeling as that conversation came flooding back into my head, when I locked down that file, I had lost the memories of my first time, my first sexual act with anyone and it just happened to be with my husband, I understood exactly what my father had meant about giving my cherry to someone I loved, I giggled inside as I remembered what had gone through my febrile mind back then, if John didn't want to do it, perhaps I should let my dad do it, no one loved me more than him after all. I was trying to work out how serious that thought had been back then; would I have let my dad fuck me if John had refused to fuck me? And then Victoria came back into my head, she was really comfortable being naked around me and her father, I wondered if she had ever thought about having sex with her father. Only a few days earlier I had thought that they were actually 'at it' when John woke me in the middle of the night, when he dropped my face cream on the bathroom floor.

"Are you still with me Vicky?"

"Sorry, what?"

"Were here, I wanted to take you to the place that I first fucked your mother!"

I looked up at the facade of Pledgeman Plastics, nothing had changed in the years since I worked there, well, just one thing, the name was now Pledgeman International Plastics. From the noise I could tell that the factory was running flat out. I had to remember that I was Victoria and that I had to allow Ken to show me the way into his factory.

We ended up outside the changing room leading to the recycling workroom. Ken led me in, handed me an overall, just exactly the same as I had worn when I was fourteen years old, "Undress totally, put the overalls on and stop at the door at the far end, after I've turned on the water, you go through into the work area."

There was only one worker in the recycling room, she looked shocked to see me, "Hi, I'm Victoria; Mr. Pledgeman said that he wanted you to show me the ropes." Samantha was sixteen years old, the youngest girl that Ken could employ on his factory floor, she tried to hide it but she muttered under her breath, "Well, I guess there's no overtime for me tonight!" I worked with her for thirty minutes; I could have shown her a trick or two in handling the recycling process but I let her guide me and tell me what to do, after all, I didn't know if there was a camera in the workroom these days as most companies didn't like lone workers without some kind of checking process. The Tannoy crackled, "Okay Victoria, I think you've been in there long enough, come back to the shower."

As I walked to the door I could feel that familiar stickiness, I'd only been in the workroom but I already had Carbon black sticking to every fold and crevice in my body. I walked through the door and found Ken, naked, standing in the shower waiting for me, in my memory, he had never done that, he always waited in the changing area for me to wash myself for him while he watched my every movement, well, after that first time when he washed me.

Ken took great delight in washing my body clean and he actually fucked me under the cascading water, and he'd never done that to me before and when he threw his cock into my cunt and I didn't cry out and bleed, he didn't sound disappointed at finding that I wasn't a virgin and that first time when he fucked me he was bitterly disappointed that I wasn't in pain and there was no ring of blood around his cock. John had been very gentle when he'd fucked me the night before, he hadn't believed his luck, I called for him out of the blue and took him home just as my dad took my mum down the pub, he gave John a wink and said, "I'll be bringing mother back in two hours, don't be a minute longer!"

Losing my virginity still hurt but nothing like it would have hurt if Ken had been the one to do it with his monster cock. Before my dad left the house he had spread a bath sheet out over my bed to make the clean-up after my deflowering easier.

Because Ken had caught me in the shower, twenty feet away from my back pocket I didn't have the opportunity to force a condom over his cock but what the hell; one out of three fucks without a condom weren't bad odds for me. I let Ken take me home after he'd fucked me, fortunately he got me there before Vicky came home from school, that was fortunate and it meant that there wouldn't be any unpleasantness at the next charity board meeting.

I showered and washed out my cunt to rid my body of Ken's spunk, dried myself but remained naked as I cooked dinner. John was home early and we actually ate dinner over an hour earlier than usual and for the third day on the trot we were all totally naked as we ate. I had expected John to ask me about what I'd done during the day after Vicky had gone to her room but he didn't, Vicky actually pre-empted things by wanting to know what we'd both done all day.

John jumped in first, "Well, I spent most of my day looking at my phone and hoping that your mother would send me a text to tell me that she was having fun with some stranger but I didn't get a message."

Both faces turned towards me so I took a deep breath, I quickly skipped through the housework bit, then I mentioned dressing in Vicky's clothes, John got an erection just from my telling them how I'd dressed to look exactly like Vicky, she looked at his cock and giggled. Then I mentioned wanting to try what Victoria had shown me the previous day about how to make men want to pick you up and John started producing a ball of pre-cum on the end of his cock.

By this point in my story we were sitting on the sofa, John in the middle, Vicky on his left and me on his right. When I got to the point where I bumped into Peter, Victoria stopped me, "Peter, who's he?"

"He's the guy that you made me go for coffee with yesterday and guess who he turned out to be!"

"Who?"

"He's only Alan's younger brother, Alan from the flat over the carpet shop, that's all!"

Vicky gasped in mock shock, John was starting to look uncomfortable, his cock was straining now, the ball of pre-cum was in danger of overcoming its surface tension and bursting, Vicky said "Go on then, what happened when you bumped into him?"

"He asked me where I was, I told him that I was working another area."

Vicky had a serious expression on her face as she looked at her father's cock. When I got to the part where I was dragged down behind the carpet shop and Pete stripped me naked in the car park, Vicky giggled, then she said, "Poor daddy, you look very uncomfortable!" Victoria leaned across her father's lap and her breasts dragged across his cock, the ball of pre-cum exploded all over her tits, she grabbed my right hand and pulled it over to John's cock, she wrapped my hand around his cock and she started masturbating her father but using my hand.

"Go on mum, keep going, tell us what happened next!"

I mentioned the finger fucking and then that I stopped him and told him he would have to use a condom, Victoria let my hand go and I carried on wanking John off slowly by myself, Vicky turned her body slightly and put her legs over her father's lap, her right thigh pressing against her father's balls as I jerked him off lazily.

When I mentioned being dragged up into Alan's flat Victoria began to masturbate herself, she was being more energetic with herself than I was being with her father, I went through the oral and vaginal fuck, the double bang as it were, then that Pete finished off and pulled his cock out of me and that Alan stepped in straight after.

Victoria started to moan and had the first of her tiny orgasms, then I mentioned the dog being brought in and how Pete struggled to hold the dog back, Victoria was rubbing far harder, far faster and was climaxing in great waves. I told how the dog was being told to jump on my belly and before I could tell them that I slipped out from under the dog, John was just tipping over the edge of his own orgasm. Victoria was rolling from side to side, lost in a powerful volcanic climax and as I felt John's semen causing a bulge in his shaft as it began to spew out, I aimed his cock away from his own belly and pointed it at Vicky, when his eruption finally broke free he covered half of Vicky's body with his spunk.

Victoria was moaning and groaning, she was working her clitoris even harder with her right hand and using her left hand to massage her father's semen into her body, all over her belly and her tits. I stopped my story while they both finished climaxing and waited until they calmed down, when John finally got his breath back he panted, "So you let a dog fuck you today then did you?"

I shook my head and then continued my story, John seemed disappointed that I'd run from the flat.

"So, was it, like, you were repulsed by the thought of sex with a dog or what?"

I shook my head, "No, the thought is quite a turn on but not with Alan and his brother, I reasoned it out that they would probably try to photograph me with the dog to use as blackmail and I didn't want to end up under their control."

"Would you consider posing with a dog for a photographer?"

"What, you mean like me with a dog fucking me while someone photographs me?"

John laughed, "Well, that would be lovely if you would but I was thinking, just artistic poses, no actual sex, just cuddling and lying on the floor with a handsome dog!"

"Well, I couldn't see too many problems with something artistic like that."

"Well, it's just that Chris Gamble brought some of the photographs he'd taken of his own dog, he's so desperate for a model to pose for him that he took pictures of his Weimaraner, Chris is a good photographer and his dog is beautiful."

Vicky came back to the conscious world, "I'll do it daddy, I'd love to pose with a dog."

I was hoping that the talk of posing with Chris's Weimaraner would make Vicky and John forget that I was half way through telling them about my day but I was never going to get away with that and once they had both gotten over their post-climactic torpor they were both back on at me to finish telling them about my day.

I tried to rush through to the end but they both complained that they wanted more details from me, Vicky moaned, "I'm going to get the blame for most of what you've done so it's only right that I know why, what I'm supposed to have done when I was being a good girl at school!"

John piped "For the first time in two years!"

I went into greater details, I even mentioned my repressed memory that Ken had had opened up for me, I mentioned how my dad had suggested that I gave my boyfriend my virginity and Victoria's eyes opened wide, and wider still when I mentioned my thoughts that if there was no one else who could help me, I had considered giving my most cherished prize to my own father, just to stop his boss getting it.

Victoria was torn, she wanted to know who I had given my cherry too but she wanted to know if I would have given it to my father as a last resort, "Had you ever seen Grandpa's cock?"

"No,"

"So you had no idea how big he was?"

"No."

Victoria looked disappointed, "Okay, so who did get your cherry?"

I was about to say when John said, "Why do you think I was so cool when I caught you having sex that first time, it felt to me like I was paying it on, I was giving you the freedom that your Gramps gave to your mother, I would have told your mum about it at the time but after I hinted I realised that she was blocking that period of her life out of her mind, so I decided to bide my time."

Vicky grinned, "So you took mum's cherry, what did you think at the time?"

"I thought that the world had gone crazy, it had taken me five days just to get to feel her tits through her blouse..."

Vicky barged in, "That's first base."

"...Yes, yes I know, the American scale of success on a date, anyway, your mother fought valiantly to keep her modesty. It took me two more dates to get my hand inside of her blouse and get to second base. On our next date she let me start out at second base straight off and I have to tell you that back then, your mother had the biggest pair of tits that I'd ever seen on any girl at the time, even in girly magazines, I really loved to see her tits free and in the open but that didn't stop me trying for third base..."

Victoria butted in again, "Typical of boys, they are never happy with what you give them, they always want more!"

"...Anyway, I was planning to try for third base in earnest on our next planned date and out of the blue she comes round to my parent's house and out of the blue she asks me if I have a condom and then she almost dragged me back to her house. We got there just as her mum and dad were going out and I got the two hour warning from your grandfather."

John had regained his erection all over again and as it was only eight o'clock in the evening it looked like he was going to need another helping hand before we went to bed. I went to get a drink, coffee for John and me and a hot milky drink for Vicky. She followed me into the kitchen, "Mummmmmmeeeeee!"

She stood there making 'Cow eyes' at me.

"Yes dear, what do you want?"

I had expected a request for sweets or cookies to go with her milky drink.

"Daddy looks like he needs sex to me."

I nodded my head, "Looks like it to me as well."

"Do you want sex as well?"

"I don't really need sex, I've had sex with three different men so far today but your daddy is my husband and if he needs sex, it's my job to give it to him."

"You know how sometimes, when you're busy or tired, I help, like washing the pots or doing laundry?"

There was a pause, Victoria was looking into my eyes, she had made her eyes as wide as she could but was also trying to bat her eyelids at me at the same time, making for a very unusual and disturbing image.

"Yes dear, you can be very helpful at times."

"Wellllllll, I was wondering if I could be helpful tonight......... if you know what I mean!"

Victoria closed her statement by winking at me twice. I put her drink on the kitchen table and took John's coffee and mine through to the living room to where John was still sitting on the sofa, his hand was on his cock and he was just slowly rubbing his erection, taking the bubble of pre-cum as it formed and rubbing it into his cockhead.

"I think that Vicky is hinting that she would like a chance to help you out with that!" I said as I passed John his coffee.

John looked up at me and then at his mug of coffee, I didn't think that she liked coffee the way I take it. I grabbed a cushion and hit him on his shoulder with it, "Not your coffee, your erection, you stupid boy!"

John grinned at me, "That's your fault; you put the idea of fucking your dad into her head!"

"So, what about you, do you want her to help you out as well?"

"I'd be lying if I said that it hadn't crossed my mind a time or two since she started to develop into your twin!"

I kissed him and told him to finish his coffee while I took my shower and that we could have an early night. John kissed me and said, "I'll just check the nine o'clock news headlines and be straight up darling!"

I opened the living room door and called to Vicky that it was time for her to go to bed. We crossed in the hallway, she ran into the living room to kiss her father good night and while she did that I went into the kitchen and quickly peeled and washed the largest carrot I could find. When I got upstairs I found Victoria stepping out of the shower in the family bathroom, I handed her the carrot and said, "The other day when you were using a carrot as a dildo, your father wondered what you'd taste like after using it. I'm going to use your bedroom tonight so you'll have to find somewhere else to sleep."

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