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TRAINING THE TWINS (C) February 2002 BOOK ONE OF TWO - Part 2 of 8 (Mgg,MFfm,Rom,coerced,nc,1st.time,teen,spk,menst,bdsm,etc) Sexual Fantasy Fiction By Writer'sCramp The Characters: Sally Gordon, aged 35, divorced 7 years, blue-eyed blonde, attractive, shy, little self-confidence. Samantha Gordon, her daughter aged 13/14, blonde and pubescent, shy. Wesley Gordon, her son aged 13/14, dark haired, twin of Samantha, shy but intrigued with female anatomy. Vincent Gamble, Sally's boss Jeremy Saunders (Jerry), Sally's new found friend and future husband, dominant and demanding once he becomes irreplaceable. The Covenant Members: Fellows Family: Benjamin, aged 45, a doctor specializing in cosmetic surgery, Faith, his wife, aged 42, Bethany, aged 16, shy and extremely self-conscious, long blonde hair, Aimee, aged thirteen, demure and easily embarrassed, light brunette. Borack Family: Izador, aged 47, a so-called minister of religion, Franzescha, his wife, aged 31, fresh and willing, dark hair, Marie-Louise, aged 14, brainwashed from an early age to obey implicitly, black hair, Christopher, aged thirteen, wimpish, Lee-Anne, aged twelve, cheeky and attempts anything but careful not to upset her parents. ********************************************* All my books are available for download in Zipped Word9 & Text formats and uncompressed Text format from: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/WritersCramp40 Comments are sought and welcomed at writerscramp40@hotmail.com Please take the time to let me know what you think of my stories. I DO need your feedback. ********************************************* Chapter Three He arrived exactly on time and for the first time she realised he drove a very expensive Mercedes-Benz, dark blue in colour with dark windows one couldn't see into. He got out and greeted her with a warm smile as she walked towards him. "Good morning, Sally. Are you nervous?" "I'm shivering with fright," she admitted. "That's good. It keeps you on your toes. I'll drive a short way and then we'll stop and talk. Just in case your children happen to look outside," he explained. When they stopped, he turned to her and said with another encouraging smile, "Chin up, young lady. I promise you it will all be over by this afternoon. Now, first take this," he said handing her a small object. You'll need to get yourself half undressed to fit it properly. It's a wire tap." "What? What's a wire tap?" "It's a small radio microphone that lets me pick up any conversation you make within about two hundred metres of where my recorder is. See this, it will tape your conversation with Gamble so clearly he could never dispute it. Now this bit gets taped between your breasts; that's the microphone, and the battery, this little thing here, you can push down under the pad you're wearing. Hop into the back seat. Promise I won't watch," he said with an assuring smile. "Oh," she gasped as she realised the significance of wearing the Kotex pad. "Uhm, I had to steal one of my daughter's, I don't use... Oh," she gasped when she realised what she was explaining. "At least it means she's still a virgin," he said matter of factly. Deep down he was ecstatic about that knowledge. She glanced at him quickly but saw no ulterior motive in his eyes. "I'll just get into the back then." Even though she thought she trusted him, her eyes remained on him the whole time she was undoing buttons and pulling her clothes apart. It was not as simple as it sounded for she had to lift her top right over her head to give her access to the bra. She peeled the covering off the tape and pressed it against her skin right between her breasts as he instructed and was pleased how small it looked. The battery too was miniature and slipped under the pad easily. There was another wire hanging loosely and she didn't know what it was or where to put it. "Uhm, What is this other wire for?" "Oh, that's the aerial. Wrap it around your waist and tuck it under the waistband of your panties. One thing you mustn't give in to him today is to let him force you to undress or even take your slacks down. Use your period as the excuse and absolutely refuse to show him you are wearing a sanitary napkin. He should be able to feel it from the outside if he tries and that should be enough to stop him. Very few men, no matter how grotesque their sexual inclinations are, want to delve into a wet menstrual napkin," He explained without looking around and then when he heard her gasp in shock at what he said, added. "I'm sorry, Sally. I was forgetting your feelings. I apologise, I can only imagine what you are going through right now. I guess I was thinking too clinically. When you've dressed, come back in front and we'll go over some details." By the time he finished talking she was amazed at the things he had thought of and assured him she could handle what he had told her. "Good, I knew you would. Now why don't you go for a little walk, down to the next corner and talk to me as you go? We need to test the unit. It would be useless going into this sting without the tape." Sally had no idea what she talked about as she walked along. Her mind was running a dozen different things through all at once but by the time she returned she was more than confident this man could do as he said. "Works perfectly," he told her as she sat back inside. He handed her a slip of paper with a telephone number written on it. "Ring this number just before you leave to go into his office. Then we'll know just when to begin recording. We don't want to record the conversation with your friend. It has to be a clear tape when he's confronted with the evidence. As soon as he's finished with you bring the items we've discussed downstairs. You'll see a man leaning against the front door of your building with a folded newspaper resting against his forehead. Don't say anything to him just hand him the things and go back to your office. There'll be quite a commotion in Mr. Gamble's office later in the day but you mustn't intervene in any way, nor must your friend, Rosemary. Is everything clear?" "I think so," she replied hesitantly. "Jeremy..." "That's the first time you've called me by my name. Thank you." "No, I want to thank you. I don't understand why someone like you should do all this for me, but I'm very grateful." "Now try to stay calm and let things take their course. Good luck, Sally." He dropped her off a block from her office and she arrived at her desk more than a half hour earlier than usual but she was pleased Rosemary had already arrived. She signaled to her friend who came over immediately. "How are you feeling, Sally? Terrible, I guess. Gamble doesn't get in till nine. Was it too awful last night? Talking the pictures, I mean?" "I... I only took three and I felt abused but things might change today," she told her friend almost excitedly. "What do you mean?" She quickly told Rosemary and then said, "Do you want to get him off your back too, Rosemary?" "You really mean it, don't you? "Yes, I'm positive my friend will do it. But you'll have to trust him just as I did. What he needs is evidence from more than one person and you told me you had taped his conversations and you had copies of the pictures you'd given him. You have to trust him, Rosemary, my friend, I mean. Can you get them? Are they here?" "You mean give all I have to someone else? Oh," the girl blanched at the thought. "I'm sure it is the right thing and he's promised me none of the photos or tapes will be seen by anyone else. You'll get them all back hopefully with the originals too." "Are you sure, Sally? I mean, to give them to someone I don't know, gosh, I'm not sure, Sally." "I've done it and it was so hard to decide to trust him but he's genuine, I know he is. Look get them and type out a letter telling everything he's done to you in his office and sign it. It's just more evidence to force him to hand over all the filth he's collected. By this afternoon, my friend says Gamble will be weeping like a little baby and will do whatever he's told to do. I don't think he will even be working here afterwards." "Do you really think so?" "Yes, I do. Now go and type out a statement. Just tell it as you remember it. I've got something I have to do too. It's Gamble's letter of resignation." "What? You're joking." "No, they mean to make him sign it as well as hand everything over to them. Have you seen where he keeps the stuff we've given him?" "Oh, that's in the two locked cupboards behind his desk. He's often taken my photos from there when he's gloated over them in front of me." "Good, that's what I thought too. Go on, off you go and make it sound just as dirty as it was for you." "You bet. Oh, by the way. The copies are here. I keep them in my bag all the time." "Good. Just keep your fingers crossed." Sally felt so excited tears of joy began to seep down her cheeks as she began to type Mr. Gamble's short letter of resignation. She took great joy in typing his full name, Vincent Alphonse Gamble. It made her laugh to think she was the one completing this task, a delightful revenge. As the hour of nine drew close, Rosemary popped her head inside. "I've done it, Sally. Will I leave it with you?" "Yes and the copies you have. You didn't keep a diary by any chance?" "Yes, but I couldn't let you see that. It's too embarrassing." "I know the kinds of things he made you do, Rosemary and anything that can be held against him is important. I promise you no one will ever see it except those who call on him later today. They have to show him exactly what evidence they have against him to force him into complying. It's the only way you'll get back your photos. Just be brave, my pet," she added encouragingly. "But if anybody read what I had to do; oh, I'd just die with shame." "And if you don't get your photos back imagine how long it would be before they start turning up on the Internet. Much more chance of your friends or even your husband seeing them then." "He wouldn't," she gulped. "It's just what he would do. Now give it over, Rosemary and you'll have everything back in a couple of days. That's what my friend said." "Promise you won't read it then." "I promise. Now go and get it quickly. I'll need it as soon as I get out of Gamble's office." She dialed the number Jeremy gave her and left her office. She tapped on his door and heard the command to enter. "Ah, ha, little Miss Innocent with her first set of photos. Let me see them." "I... There's only..." "I said let me see them," he demanded roughly. She handed over an envelope. "What's this then. There's not twenty pictures in here," he accused her as he opened the envelope and let the three photos fall onto his desk. "I didn't buy a film, Sir. It was too late and there was only three left on the film in the camera. I'm sorry but I couldn't help it." "You'll pay for this you stupid bitch. And what are you doing wearing that. I told you skirts only." "I... It's my... I'm sorry but my period has arrived," she said, feeling her blush all over. "Oh, shit. Just like all you women. Think you can trick me like that do you?" "No, it's the truth. It came this morning. I have to wear these to hold my... Oh, it's so embarrassing. "You mean you wear rags? Shit, woman you're no virgin, why don't you push a Tampax up your quoit. What woman wears rags these days?" "I'm sorry, sir, but I always have. I can't wear the others for health reasons. Look I'll take more photos tonight to make up for these," she said hoping it would appease him. "You'll do more than that. Come here and let me feel your pad. I still don't believe you, it's all to convenient." "No, you can't, not like this," she pleaded, backing away from his outstretched hand. "Damnit, woman, do as you're told. Come here." She edged closer then breathed in silent relief as his hand cupped her groin over her slacks. "Hmm, at least you've told the truth this time. If I ever catch you lying to me I'll take the skin off your back. All right, let me see what you've done," he said, picking up the three photographs. As he took each one he studied it closely for a long time, looking up at her every so often as though stripping her bare with his eyes. "At least they're a fair job. Now tomorrow I want to see you stripped all the way, bugger your curse, if it drips down your legs, too bad. And make sure there are plenty of tits too. When's the blood stop?" "What? Oh, I suppose in five days." Why did she blush so easily, she wondered, especially when all this was to catch him at his worst? "Please don't make me photograph myself naked while I'm like this, it's just too disgusting, Mr. Gamble." "All women are disgusting so what else is new, bitch. And you're going to be more disgusted because tonight you can stay back and give me a good solid blowjob. That's the penalty for not doing as you're told. Five o'clock tonight I want you under my desk sucking me like you've never sucked before. Don't be late, Mrs. Sally Gordon," he said with a sneer. "Oh, you can't make me do that, Mr. Gamble. Please not that, not fellatio, I just couldn't do it. Anything else, but not that. Please, Mr. Gamble, you know how desperate I am to keep my job here and if it means I have to show you pictures of me naked, well I hate it but I'll do it. But not sex, that's unfair." "Shit you women make me laugh. You'll do it and you know it or you can find somewhere else to work, if you can, that is," he added with a snigger of glee. "Five and don't be late. Now get the hell out of my sight." Sally gave Rosemary the slightest of winks as she passed her desk and went into her own office. She saw Rosemary's envelope on her desk and gathered that together with the resignation letter she had typed on Company letterhead in her boss's name and took the lift down to the front entrance. Just as Jeremy had said, there was a man holding a folded newspaper to his forehead. Almost without stopping she placed the packages in his hand, watching the man leave immediately. She returned to her office and had little to do but wait. Chapter Four She had told Jeremy of Gamble's usual movements over lunchtime and just on two o'clock, saw three dark suited men came to reception, one holding up something for the receptionist to read. Just seconds later the receptionist pointed straight at Gamble's office door and the men walked straight to it. After one knock a voice called out, "Go away," to which the men responded by pushing their shoulders heavily against the door and burst inside. A woman's voice from inside the room cried out shrilly and Gamble's naked secretary ran from the room trying to cover her nudity, her bottom covered with a series of vivid red welts that she had obviously just received. Then Gamble's voice bellowed out, "What is this? Get out this instant." The whole staff crowded around and heard one of the men state loudly, "Vincent Alphonse Gamble, I have a warrant for your arrest on several charges of blackmail and other charges, and to that we now add assault causing serious bodily harm." The man went on to read Gamble his rights just as Sally had heard on television shows many times. Then the doors were closed to the eager spectators and Sally was most disappointed she could not see this bastard of a man begin to receive his just deserts. She returned to her office, trembling with emotion that she had been the one to bring about this final revenge. Soon Rosemary rushed into Sally and said, "It's true, Sally. What you said is all happening. Oh, thank you. Thank you so much. Oh, I hope that bastard gets fifty years in jail for what he's done to us and probably to many others too." "It's all over, pet," Sally said softly, tears running down her face in gratitude for what Jeremy had achieved for her. "I've got to see if his secretary is all right. The police will want to talk to her too, I suspect. She needs some clothes. Have you got anything?" The poor woman was absolutely distraught when Sally went to her office, still quite naked sitting at her desk swaying from side to side crying out almost unintelligently, "No, no, no. What have I let him do to me? Oh, I can't face it any more." It took Sally a long time to calm the poor woman down. "Shhh, it's all over now. They've arrested him. He can't make you do things like that again. He's going to jail and he definitely won't be working here again." "What," she asked in a dazed voice. "He's leaving? Really? How?" "The police arrested him. They'll be taking him to court and he'll go to jail for a long time." "But what about...? Oh, they'll all know... It's worse. Really, Sally it makes it all the worse for me. The pictures..." and she began to cry like a little child. "I promise you all the pictures will be returned. Every one of them." "But the police will see. Then they'll charge me too. For... Oh, Sally I can't even tell you." "He's made several women take photos of themselves, believe me. He tried to make me too, just yesterday but I had a friend who came to my aid. They have all the evidence they need. My friend will be given all the material he's collected from all the women and Gamble and it will be returned to you." "Sally, you can't understand. No one ever could. You see, he made me... Oh, how can I tell you? It's too terrible but I must. He made me have sex with my boy. For more than a year. He has several hundred photos of my son, he's only twelve, doing every sort of sexual act with me. Everything, Sally. Do you understand what I mean? And on top of that I had to give him sex whenever he wanted it. Nearly every day I did something for him. He was strapping me with his belt when the men came in. Now all that will come out. I'll have to go to court and explain to the judge and he'll send me to jail and my boy to some shelter somewhere. My life is over." "Go home, right now. Here are some clothes, put them on and go home. Take a weeks holiday and come back then. I promise you your job is secure and no one will say a word to you about what they saw today. That bastard corrupted almost every woman in the office in some way. They'll throw the book at him." Sally walked to the entrance of the building with the distraught woman and called a taxi to take her home. In a week after she hadn't been contacted by the police she should be satisfied that I've told her the truth, Sally thought to herself with comfort. Sally returned to her office and dialed the telephone number Jeremy had given her. The police and Gamble were still in his office behind closed doors but Sally just had to thank her benefactor. "Yes?" She heard his voice. "Thank you Jeremy. Thank you so much. I don't know how to express it more than to say Thank you." "You could say yes to joining me for dinner tonight," he responded with that same voice than made her smile. He was smiling too, she just knew it. "Oh, yes, please," she agreed immediately. "Where?" "I'll call for you at eight o'clock. Wear something nice." "Nice? What does that mean?" She asked with a little laugh. "It means what you feel comfortable in. We're going to El Rico, do you know it?" "El Rico? But that's... That's very expensive, Jeremy. It's black tie isn't it? I'm not sure I have anything to wear. Couldn't we go somewhere a little less...?" "Just be home in time to get ready, my dear Mrs. Sally Gordon. Eight o'clock and don't worry. I'll love whatever you wear." As she hung up she was dismayed to see three burly policemen bundle a now whimpering Gamble out of the office and into the lifts. His face was covered with sweat or slobber, she couldn't be sure and he was a broken shell of the man who demanded her to give him oral sex at five this evening. Sally was elated and several of the staff raised their voices in a chorus of jubilation and clapping. Sally decided it was time to go home. She could do no work today, not that Gamble had given her much to do anyway, and all she could think of was what to wear tonight. She walked the several blocks home, thinking deeply about Mr. Jeremy Saunders. How could such a man come into her life exactly when he was needed most? She had not dated any man since her divorce seven years ago and the thought of a date with Jeremy was almost overpowering. He was handsome for sure, such a wonderful smile, she thought, and obviously rich, probably filthy rich. So why would a man like that want to date someone like her? She thought she was attractive but she was in her mid-thirties and he could have the pick of every young woman in town, yet he seemed interested in her. It was overwhelming. But when she walked inside and saw first the large bouquet of roses that Samantha had obviously put in a vase of water she became more excited than ever. The note attached said simply, 'I did it because I wanted to help'. It was unsigned but only one person could have said that. And then there was more when Samantha popped her head out of her bedroom and said, "There's a parcel on your bed too, Mom. Have you got a boyfriend or something?" "A boy...? Of course I haven't. It's just a friend who helped me out with something." But her mind was floating as she quickly went to her room. It was a large gift-wrapped box from one of the exclusive boutiques in town, one of those she wouldn't even think of entering because of their prices. Her hands were shaking as she untied the ribbons and waded through a sea of tissue paper. There before her eyes was a gown in soft pink more delicate than any she had ever possessed. She lifted it against her chest and looked into the mirror. It was absolutely magnificent. A little more cleavage than she would have preferred but the hem fell halfway between her knees and ankle and seemed to be her exact size. Then beneath the gown was more. It made her blush as she lifted a bra, panty and suspender set of lingerie. He had chosen her underwear too. Even stockings were there and in one corner of the box, a pair of matching high heeled shoes. "Oh, my God," she moaned to herself. "It must have cost a small fortune," she said aloud, looking at the labels. "You do have a boyfriend, haven't you, Mom?" Samantha asked slyly as she poked her head around the door. "Did he buy that for you? It's beautiful." "I don't have a boyfriend, I told you, Sam. He's just a nice friend." "And filthy rich by the looks of it. Did you let him...?" "Don't you dare say it, Sam. No, I didn't, so stop being dirty. You deserve a good spanking for talking to me like that." "You wouldn't dare," she responded without fear. "I'm too old for that." "You're never too old if you start talking like that young lady. Now get out, I have to dress. I'm going out." "Oh, yes? For breakfast?" Her daughter giggled as she raced from the room. But those comments made Sally think. Is that what he wants? Buy me a dress and get into my panties? A fuck for a friend? Is that what he wants? Oh, what am I getting myself into? Yet what he did for me today... I would willingly let him take me. Yes, I wouldn't refuse if that's what he wants. Whatever he wants is a hundred times more attractive than what Gamble was demanding. And he did what he did simply because he saw I was in some sort of trouble. He fixed it in one day flat. She closed her door then stripped herself naked and returned to the mirror. What would a man like that think of me? I have a nice face, a good smile, my breasts are not large but they're still firm despite two kids. Pert, that's what they are. Would he like these? She asked herself, cupping the two mounds and squeezing softly. They're still nice tits, she complimented herself. Then her eyes went lower, a small cute waist and not a bad bush. I wonder what he would think of this if he did slip my panties down. She remembered reading where many men liked their women hairless. God, I couldn't do that. It would feel naked even when I'm wearing clothes. I wonder what my pussy really looks like when he parts the lips? Oh, shit, Sally he's not going to do that, stop it, you whore. She showered, washed her hair, dried herself and set her hair then spent twenty minutes under the drier. A dash of perfume between the titties, she thought giggling and some on her pussy hairs. Well what if he did strip the clothes he'd bought, off her? He deserves it and I probably wouldn't stop him, she decided after a moment's thought. Dabs of perfume under her ears and wrists then just the faintest make-up, and a soft lipstick to contrast with her new outfit. Sally stood before the mirror once more and critically studied herself. I think I look more beautiful now than when I married that bastard when I was nineteen, she assured herself. Yes, she was indeed pleased with the way she looked and was sure any man who had access would think the same. Of course it has been over seven years since any man has touched her and more than thirteen years since she'd felt the thrill of a man's hands caressing her nakedness. Her ex-husband never once thrilled her the way she so desperately desired, not even once since the night she was taken to the marriage bed. Oh, how those thoughts keep flooding back these days. It was when he found out he hadn't got a virgin wife after all, that his attitude changed instantly. After the first caresses of their marriage as he slowly pushed inside her and found no barrier with which to assuage his manhood, she had been used for sexual purposes only. No more romance, no caresses, no love just thrust, thrust, squirt, squirt, sleep. Would Jeremy be like that? He seemed so caring, so understanding once he took on the role of protector but she knew that this alone didn't mean he was interested in her sexually. Well, how could he be? A woman of thirty-something with two teenage kids hanging onto her skirts; what man in his position would be interested. Yet the flowers, the clothes and the intimates too? Maybe he was. Was he treating this dinner as a date with someone he's interested in or just the finale of a little adventure into the role of protector? Maybe that was all this was to be. She studied herself closely and cupped her breasts, gently massaging their firmness, stroking the nipples until they rose up like hard little bullets. If he doesn't do something to me tonight, I'll have to give myself a climax when I get home, she thought as she smiled at her reflection. "Until bed then, my lovely lady," she whispered to herself with a smile. Then she began to dress. Oh, god, they're real silk, she discovered as she slipped the panties up her legs and fitted them over her hips. How beautiful it feels. The bra was a perfect fit. How could he have known that? She giggled as she clipped the suspender belt around her waist. She'd been a young teenager the last time she'd worn one of these, panty hose and tights were so much more convenient these days but suspenders felt far sexier. The stockings were sheer, with the palest pink tinge and as she lifted the dress over her head it all came together. A long look into the mirror gave her even greater satisfaction. A new woman looking back at her, the neckline of her dress was cut very low, far lower than she would ever have purchased for herself, and the part of her breasts that were covered were contoured so well that anyone could make out the full line of their shape. The waist clung to her body like a skin and then fell from her hips as though it floated with her every move. Oh, how sexy it made her feel. Could she ever wear this out in public? Would she ever wear anything like this if it weren't for Jeremy? What would her children think when they saw it? Yes, they would surely see it for they knew something different was happening tonight. She had heard the whispers between the two siblings after her daughter's short visit and was certain they would be around if only to appease their curiosity. It was nearing eight o'clock and Sally knew she was about to run the gauntlet of their remarks. What should she do when he called? Wait inside or out on the front patio? It was so long since she dated, oh, what to do? No, he would be the gallant gentleman; he would come to the front door and knock. Yes she would wait inside. Then the kids would see him. Oh, God, it isn't easy. They'll know I'm off to get fucked. Fucked? Did I think that? she wondered in surprise. She had never used that word in her life before. It was because she wanted it, that's why. Yes she wanted someone to... No, she wanted Jeremy to fuck her. Tonight. Where? In his car for all she cared. Would he take her to his home? Oh, then Sam would probably be right, I'll be there for breakfast. No, he wouldn't even try, she told herself forcefully and banged her fist into the bed. Damnit, why should she even expect it to begin like that? He was just finishing off a small diversion in his life and may even be looking for accolades from her for the way he solved her problem so easily. Damn you, Sally Gordon, you're just all sexed up, letting your imagination run riot. Just calm down and give yourself some relief when you get home, she told her reflection silently just as the doorbell rang. "Mum, is that for you?" Samantha called and Sally heard a suppressed giggle at the end. She walked out into the lounge and both children were standing in their doorways. "Oh, shit," Wesley whispered loud enough for Sally to hear. "Mom, you're..." "You look beautiful, Mom," Sam finished the sentence and raced to her mother with a peck on the cheek. "Is he nice?" "I think so," Sally sighed as she opened the door. "Hello, Jeremy," she said with a smile. "Would you like to come in for a moment?" "Hello, Sally. Why, yes, thank you, I would. Oh, you do look beautiful," he added as he came through the door. Then he caught sight of the twins. His cock stirred instantly at his first sight of Samantha and he had to force himself to calm down. Don't show your interest, fool, you've just met them, he told himself. "If I do, it's all your doing. Thank you for the gift, Jeremy, I never expected anything like this. You shouldn't have." "Nonsense, I was pleased to do so, just something to finish off a very exciting day." "Well, Mom, aren't you going to introduce us," Wesley in his usual brash manner piped up. "Oh, yes, of course, Jeremy, I'd like you to meet my children. Wesley and Samantha, Jeremy Saunders." "How do you do, Wesley? Samantha?" He said extending his hand to each of them in turn. He gave them the same wide smile that melted any doubt in most people's minds when they first met him. The children were most impressed, Sally noticed. A few pleasantries and Jeremy suggested they should be going. Chapter Five "They are lovely kids, Sally," Jeremy as he closed the door behind them. "Did you know they're twins?" "Twins? Really? Yes, I guess they do look alike. What, fifteen, sixteen?" He knew exactly how old they were, he even had copies of their birth certificates. "They look it, don't they? Actually they'll celebrate their fourteenth birthdays in just a couple of weeks." "They certainly look older. I guess they're a handful these days." "They can be. At the stage where they want their freedom but Mom won't give it to them just yet," she said with a little laugh. "Yes, I suppose so, it's the schools, you know. They actually teach the kids to question everything their parents say. Sometimes a little discipline doesn't go astray." "A father would have helped there but he hasn't been around for a long time." "Yes, that makes it harder," he said as he opened the car door for her. She felt like the original virgin on her first date, not knowing what to say or do. "Just relax and have a good time, Sally. I can see you're all on edge. I don't bite, you know." She glanced quickly at him and found that wonderful smile looking straight at her. "Oh... It's just that... Well, I haven't been out with a man since... Since I was divorced. I feel.... Jeremy I just wanted to say thank you for the beautiful flowers and these clothes. I just never expected..." "Did it embarrass you? I mean what you found in the box?" "They are so expensive..." she began but he cut in. "I didn't physically choose the lingerie, Sally. Never saw it in fact. Just asked the woman to choose and send it. I hope it didn't embarrass you too much." "Oh, that," she gushed too quickly. He surely noticed. "I never thought... Oh they are beautiful, Jeremy. Thank you." "I'm pleased you like my choice of dress. I did choose that." "But the size? It fitted perfectly." "So I noticed. Perhaps I am gifted in that area. I like what I see, Sally. You look very beautiful and I am so pleased you accepted my gift. Some women wouldn't, you know, suspecting there's an ulterior motive, if you understand what I'm saying." He looked at her for several seconds as he said that even though he was driving. She couldn't stop herself blushing. "I'm not that sort... Oh, I didn't mean that, Jeremy." "I accept your gracious thanks and we'll leave the subject there. Now, I take it you haven't been to El Rico's before?" "No, of course not. It's not the kind of place my ex- husband ever thought of taking me and I've... Well, I haven't been myself, no." "I think you'll enjoy it. That's what I hope for anyway." "I know I will," she replied still flustered. He was so polished and she was but a humble secretary, how could she match his conversation for the whole night? "Are you interested in the outcome of this afternoon?" "Oh, yes please. I saw the man bundled out of his office by the policemen and he was actually whimpering like a baby." "They weren't exactly policemen although Gamble thought they were." "Oh?" "Well, they were sort of working acquaintances of mine. They have done similar things for me in the past and they did exceedingly well today, I must say." "Then he won't be charged? With crimes of something?" "You won't be seeing your molester again but no, he won't be facing court. You see these so called policemen convinced him that the several complaints lodged against him didn't really want to be witnesses in any court cases as long as he returned every last item of pornography he had obtained from his victims. Did you see the large box one of them carried out of his office?" "Yes but I didn't know what it was. I thought it was just his own office stuff or something." "It was full of photographs and video tapes of his staff. You were just one of them and they can thank you alone for retrieving it. You can have the satisfaction of returning it yourself if you wish. Even some of the girls who left the firm will have to be identified and you have been with them for many years so you should know them all. He made them do the most grotesque things, Sally." "I know. Did they tell you about his secretary? The men, I mean. He was beating her with his belt while she was stark naked in his office when they broke through the door. She was panic stricken because she expected the police to charge her for posing for her photos. She told me just a little of what was in them." "Can you tell me? I mean I don't want to embarrass you but I'd like to know." "Oh," she whispered and then looked out the window as the passing traffic. "Oh, it is embarrassing, Jeremy. I've never spoken to a man about things like she told me, ever. It was beyond what I could imagine any woman doing." She felt her blushes deepen until she thought she must surely be sweating, but when she brushed her hand over her cleavage it felt quite cool. "Opened your eyes a little, I suppose?" "Well, yes, it did, I suppose. It was about incest," she added with a gush of breath. "I understand several of the women were made to do similar. It's not your fault, you know, Sally. They did what they did because it was the best thing for them in the circumstances. I wonder how far you might have gone with his demands if he hadn't been stopped. I mean you have two beautiful children." He held his breath waiting for her explosion. Had he stepped over the mark too soon? Oh, please answer, he was urging her silently. "I... I know. I thought about it on the first day because he showed me one photo of the woman and her son. They were... I'm sorry, I can't tell you." "I take it they were having sex together, a woman and a young boy. Such things, Sally, don't shock me; after all it is my line of business quite often. But I suspect you find it difficult to talk about such illegal acts, don't you?" Oh how she blushed. Of course it was difficult, no impossible to talk of such things, even between her few friends let alone a man she has known for just two days. "I... Oh, you made me blush, Jeremy. It's awful. Yes, I just couldn't talk about those things with you. I just couldn't, it's too embarrassing." "Then if we are to become friends, and I do hope we will, I will have to teach you how to overcome those difficulties. What do you say about that, young lady?" He was smiling that smile again, almost daring her not to object. "I hope we become friends too, Jeremy," was her response, and then she kept on blushing as she thought about what he had said. "I'm sorry, Sally, I'm a very mean person sometimes. I shouldn't have embarrassed you. Now, we're here. I'll tell you the rest of the story over dinner." Instead of her taking his arm, he led her inside by the elbow, but he did allow her to lead when they followed the maitre'd to their table in very secluded corner. There was greenery all around and they could hardly see another diner. "Oh, it's so lovely, Jeremy. I never knew such places existed. It seems we are all alone." "Just the two of us, now we could write a song about that, don't you think?" "Oh, you are silly. No, that's not true, you are a wonderful man," she said shyly, her eyes looking downward and her face blushing yet again. "You look so lovely just the way you are, Sally. I love a woman who knows how to look demure and you are the very picture of that." "Are... Are you wooing me, Mr. Saunders?" "I wouldn't have asked you to dinner if I didn't enjoy your company, Mrs Gordon. I do hope I succeed." She flashed him her brightest smile then looked down shyly again. "Oh," she said in an almost whisper. "Please let me order for you. You like white wine, I would guess." "Yes." "Then I think a seafood dinner would be in order." He clicked his fingers and two waiters came from nowhere. Sally was amazed at the poise this man showed as he ordered without even looking at the menu, asking questions from time to time and just before they left with all his instructions he slipped something into the hand of the headwaiter who bowed in gratitude. "They know exactly how I like my food prepared and I'm sure you will enjoy it too," he assured her. "Oh, I know I will. You must come here often, Jeremy. They seem to know you very well." "It's my favourite in the whole city. You'll see why shortly. Now, want to hear the rest of the saga of one Vincent Gamble." "Don't forget the Alphonse," she added with a little giggle. When he was confronted by three burly officers of the law in 'flagrante dilecto' and realised what they were doing there he went to water immediately. Your recorded interview just a few minutes ago and the papers they waved about in their hands purporting to be Official Statements of Complaint by several of his past and present staff, he lost any bravado he had and began blubbering like a child. His face was covered with tears and snotty nose and drool within a couple of minutes and he co-operated completely. Almost all the photos and videos and even letters he made some women write about their sex lives were stored in the locked cupboards behind his desk. Yes I thought that's where they would be. It's where... Anyway that doesn't matter now. But I never heard about the letters. He never made me do that." He would have in time. Anyway the men weren't satisfied and searched his office with a fine toothcomb, which brought to light quite a number of illicit magazines about underage girls and older men. They added those to the charges and told him they wanted to search his house as well. You should have seen his face when that was demanded. He pleaded not to do that because his wife would learn about his activities and would divorce him." Good," Sally said dryly but with a glint of pleasure in her eyes. "I hope they did tell her." "They not only told her when they pushed him inside his own home but showed her some of the photos and magazines they had already discovered. She apparently went ballistic, absolutely freaked out, screaming at him and stating adamantly that she was taking her three daughters and leaving him immediately. In fact she calmed down and decided he was the one to go. The officers suggested that was within their powers anyway and the man was a broken shell of the bastard who interviewed you earlier." "You heard everything he said to me?" "So clearly I could have been in the room myself. You led him along very nicely so that he actually convicted himself without knowing it. Anyway, the wife showed them through his study where more magazines and books were discovered. The men told him he was a very naughty boy for not divulging them earlier then they made him disclose all his passwords and one of them, a computer expert spent several hours pouring through a hoard of pornographic and even more illicit files he had collected, including almost all of the photos his staff had provided him with of themselves that he had scanned into digital pictures. We don't think he had sent any out over the Internet but it was certainly his intention because there were programs set up to do just that. Fortunately the files for pictures already sent were quite empty so we suspect he was caught before he had the chance to spread then through out the globe." "Oh, my God. Imagine what I might have had to give him if you hadn't come along. It makes me shudder just thinking about it." "But it didn't happen and certainly won't now. You have to put it behind you, Sally. Once tomorrow's over it's finished." "Tomorrow? What will happen then?" "I have everything we confiscated from Gamble in my office and it's being catalogued right now. I need you to go through every photo, video and correspondence and sort them under each woman's name. We also have to identify many of the photos and you are the best, no the only one to do it. You are the one person accepted by several of the woman as one who knows of their particular plights and I'm sure they wouldn't want anyone else putting names to photos that in their eyes are absolute filth. You understand, surely," he pressed. "Oh, it's so... It's like I would be spying on their privacy but yes, I understand what you're saying. Do you think I should ask each one first, Jeremy? I mean doing that without each girl's approval doesn't seem right, somehow." "I'll be with you as evidence you will be doing the right thing for each woman. You have to, Sally. Imagine how they'd feel if they had to face you beforehand with them knowing you will be seeing things so intimate they would rather die than say yes. But if you don't, someone else must and that would be worse for them, don't you think? Besides, if you hand back every piece to each one as you explain, don't you think the feeling of relief would be that much sweeter for them." She sat very still for several minutes and neither said another word. Then she agreed. "Yes, you are right of course. I'll do it. At least it's the weekend and it could take a long while. I saw the size of the box they removed. Is it really full?" "Yes, and the videos will be time consuming too but I'll be with you all the while." "So you will see them too?" "But there's no need for them to know that," he replied quickly. "Once catalogued, there is record to hold against Gamble wherever he goes from now on. The one thing I can do is have his name listed on the known offenders national list so police everywhere will know of his past indiscretions. He'll never be in the position where he can demand anything of a woman in the future." "I think that's the biggest relief of all. If he doesn't go to prison now, there's still no way he can re-offend." "And it's all because of you. If the police were brought in, every woman on the list would have had to be witnesses against him, stand up in the front of a packed court and explain in detail what you did to appease him and have the worst of all the photos flashed up on twenty of so screens around the court. I can guarantee that would have been worse than anything they did to meet Gamble's demands, especially once Gamble's lawyers started cross examining each of them." "Yes. Oh, I wish the man would just fall over dead. That would make us all relieved." "You won't be seeing him again, so after tomorrow, you have to promise me it will be erased from your mind. By the way, I have your photos here. Do you want them back?" "You have seen them?" "I looked especially for them. They will not be included in the catalogue." "You saw me in my terrible underwear?" "Yes," he said with a cheeky smile. "I don't think they would have made the Centerfold of Penthouse." "Oh, you..." she laughed, blushing. "Please burn them for me. I trust you." "Thank you, Sally." She looked straight into his eyes for what seemed an age, then asked shyly, "Jeremy Saunders, can I ask you something?" "I'm all ears." "I know this is a sort of date and one shouldn't kiss on a first date but..." "I never said that." "What? About a date?" "About kissing on a first date." "Oh, but that's what all good girls are taught, isn't it?" "So you are a good girl, are you? Oh, damn." "I am a good girl indeed, kind Sir. But I just want to say thank you for what you did today. Would you object to that?" "As long as you don't object when I kiss you back." "Oh... Oh, but you have nothing to thank me for and I have so much to thank you for." "Well?" "Well what?" "May I kiss you back on our first date?" "Despite being a good girl, how can I refuse?" She returned his smile. "But don't think you can take other liberties because you can't." "I remember a girl saying that to me in college and I ended up losing my virginity that night." "I'm a far better girl than she was then. So, are we both agreed on what is allowed and what is not?" "I think you have made your position very clear. Yes, we are." "Then if we could move our chairs a little closer I want to thank you, my new found friend." As she moved her lips near to his it suddenly struck her that she had not kissed a man romantically for nearly fifteen years. Did she still remember how? Why didn't she think about it for a while before barging in like this? Oh, well, here goes. His eyes followed hers until the last moment then she closed her eyes and felt the soft wetness of his lips. She felt his breath on her nose and found herself moving her lips against his, caressing his lips as she felt him responding. It took her breath away. Her head spun like a top. She was kissing a man, passionately. He was kissing her back. He was responding to her approach. Neither touched the other with any part of their bodies except their lips and they pressed together, seeking more, breathing deeper, enjoying the intimacy. Finally it was Sally that broke the kiss first. She was desperately out of breath, her heart was beating so frantically her head was swimming, she felt for the first time in all these years like the nineteen year old youngster enjoying an illicit liaison with someone other than her fianc e. "Oh, Jeremy," she gushed, holding her hand against her cleavage as she regained some kind of composure. "I was supposed to thank you but you... Oh, thank you for kissing me. I had to say that," she explained before taking a deep swallow. "And now I want to say specially, thank you for your protection. I will never forget what you did for me today." "I think you should drink some of your wine, dear lady. You're all flustered. Did I have anything to do with that?" He asked shrewdly. "You know damn well you did," she said holding her glass toward him in salute. He clinked his glass against hers and they drank, looking into each other's eyes. "Do you believe in love at first sight?" He asked after a long quiet. "Did you love me in that bar then?" "No, then I was being the white knight on his charger. I knew you were in trouble. But at this moment, well, things are happening between us, don't you think?" Oh, damn this blushing, she told herself feeling even the skin of her breasts turning crimson. She remained silent but never broke eye contact. Her nod was almost imperceptible but he acknowledged it. "My deepest wish is that it keeps growing," he whispered. "Me too, Jeremy, oh, yes, I do too." They ate a most wonderful meal but neither really noticed. For most of the time, they held each other's hand and ate single-handedly. His eyes never left her face and she seemed to be floating well above the chair she was sitting on. After they had finished eating, they began to talk of themselves, answering simple questions, smiling at anything that caught their fancy, sipping their wine, acknowledging no one but each other. "Would you tell me about your life, Sally?" "Oh, it isn't all that exciting. My childhood days I'd rather forget," she said brushing that part of her life aside but he picked that up and stored it for later. I graduated in History and Language and wanted to teach but found myself going to Business College and studying economics. I stopped work when I was married and for a year or so until the twins came along I was stuck at home being a servant to my husband. The romance virtually ended during the honeymoon. It was almost as though once he had claimed his husband's rights to my body, I wasn't good enough for him any more. I wasn't aware of him ever cheating on me but there was never any love. There had been before the marriage but it simply vanished, not for the want of trying on my part. Then, I fell pregnant, not from lovemaking, just one-way sex, his satisfaction alone, none for me. We hardly made love, no, what I meant was he rarely made use of my body after that. I was stuck at home looking after twins and trying to keep all the household chores up to scratch yet got nothing but criticism and verbal abuse for everything I tried to do. For a short while I was the typical battered woman syndrome candidate, not that he hit me much but he'd drink then come home and shout abuse at me and the kids until life with him around became impossible. One day while he was at work I moved into a woman's refuge, stored half of our furniture and then divorced him. I was given total custody of the kids because there were so many witnesses from the apartments we lived in and from relatives that he had no chance at all. The court even gave me full equity in the house, which is how I got the deposit for where we live now. I heard he became a complete drunkard living on the streets and haven't heard from him in several years. The children were just six when we separated and suffered for the year it took to get him off our backs then they started growing up happier than they had ever been. Samantha is still quite shy even though she tries to show bravado in some situations but Wesley is the confident member of the family, always the smart aleck and he annoys Sam deliberately to stir her whenever he can. I took the job with the company as Economic advisor to the General Manager and enjoyed it immensely until Gamble took over about four years ago. He made life intolerable for all the staff but especially the women, always criticizing and belittling even when work was done perfectly. It wasn't until he propositioned me the very day you saw me in the bar that I had any knowledge of him blackmailing most of the other girls for years. I don't know how they coped for all that time, really, I don't. I guess that's my life in a nutshell. Not very exciting at all, except right now; right now I feel happier than I can ever remember." He took her hand between both of his and caressed it for several minutes, his eyes leaving hers for the very first time since they kissed as he carefully watched what he was doing. Then he looked back at her and smiled as though embarrassed himself and said softly, "I'm glad you are happy, Sally, because that's the way I feel too." Sally wanted the night to go on forever. This was about the time she thought he might put his arm around her and try to feel her more private places, like her tits. Would he? She wondered. "But," he went on, now more at ease with himself, "It's late and we both have a lot of work to do tomorrow. It's time to go home, Mrs. Gordon." "Oh," she moaned softly. Then agreed. Chapter Six She leaned against him as he drove less quickly that he had earlier in the evening. Little was said but they relished each other's presence. "You haven't told me about you, yet. Is there some deep dark secrets you can't tell me?" He looked sideways for a moment then returned his eyes to the road. "Yes, I'm afraid there is," he said and waited for a comment. Her heart must have stopped. Oh, God, he's married, she thought to herself. I'm just a fling. "No, I not," he said simply. "What?" She asked almost too loudly. "I'm not married, Sally. Never have been. Isn't that what you were thinking?" "How...? How did you know?" "What else could you be thinking? Sorry, I'm playing with your emotions. I will tell you about my life one day soon, when we're alone and there's nothing to do but think about each other. But there is one thing I can't discuss, at least not yet. It's not all that bad, in fact I don't think it's bad at all but you did ask so I told you. One day you'll understand, I promise." "Oh, now I'll never get to sleep thinking about it?" "Then you've got a lot of subjects to consider because I'm sure you'll never guess in a million years and I won't be telling you until the time is right." "You're a spy, aren't you? CIA? FBI? Not the KGB? Oh, not that, Jeremy?" "Ha, ha, ha, I can't tell you one way or the other. Sorry I even mentioned it. Really. And guess what? Here's your home." "Oh, it's not, is it?" She whined. "I don't want tonight to end, it was just so wonderful." He pulled to a stop and turned to her. "You made it so wonderful. Thank you, Sally. Thank you for trusting me in the first place because if you hadn't, we wouldn't be here like this now." "No, we wouldn't would we?" She smiled happily. "Do you want to kiss me good night on our first date?" "If the lady allows me the privilege." "She indeed does." He put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her against him. His kiss was smooth and warm and so, so soft. She felt like a little girl snuggled up in a warm mink coat, protected and loved. She kissed him back and soon found herself fighting for breath once again. Her hand stroked his cheek as she pulled apart. "Walk me to the door?" "Yes, Ma'am." He raced around to her door for her and she alighted and took his arm in hers resting her head on his shoulder as they walked up the path. "No boy was ever as romantic as this in my entire life, Mr. Saunders," she crooned softly. "No woman was ever as soft as you, Mrs Gordon," he returned. As they stood on the doorstep, she held her key towards him and looked up into his eyes. "Please tell me this isn't the last time we'll share together," she whispered. He turned the key in the lock and as it opened slightly, he kissed her lightly and promised it wouldn't be. "Goodnight, Sally," he said softly and walked back to his car. She went inside without looking back, a warm glow of contentment flowing through every part of her. Oh, thank goodness the kids are in bed, she thought with a smile as she passed their doors. As if by need, she stood in front of the mirror and watched herself undress. Would he be satisfied with this? she wondered. Why me? Why not some of those young ones who flaunt their youthful charms? Why would a man like that want someone with two teenage kids, twins at that? Oh, but she did enjoy herself tonight. If only... The secret? What could it be if it wasn't about a wife? Oh, my God, he's not gay? Oh, please don't let him be gay. Was he just playing with a lonely woman's affections? Did he really hate women? Not the way he kissed me, he didn't, she assured herself. Was he impotent? He never allowed his body to press against her as she might have expected when they kissed so passionately. There was no chance to notice an erection but he was most definitely breathing hard just like me, she realised. Once naked, she watched her nipples rise up steel hard as she brushed them with her fingers. Then the arousal urged her to go further and she felt almost as though she were cheating on him as she slipped between the sheets, still naked. She switched the light off and laid still, feeling her nipples with her fingertips, feeling the urgency in her loins, knowing what she was about to do. "I'm sorry, Jeremy, but this is all your fault." One hand slipped downward and she shivered as it brushed against her skin and over the curly mat of hairs. It was always the clit, she sighed as she wiggled her pussy lips apart and found the hard little nub already waiting. It didn't take long for her breathing to rise as her female arousal grew stronger. She rolled up several inches of sheet and clasped it between her teeth to lessen the moaning sounds she knew were soon to begin. Oh, Jeremy, how wonderful you make me feel, she thought as her finger roved heavily over her clit, nearing the verge of orgasm. Then as she flicked the little nub to bring her over the edge, the phone by her bed rang shrilly. "Wha...? Oh, my God, it's the phone," she moaned, spitting the sheet from between her lips. It took several seconds to compose herself before she reached over and picked the receiver up. "Yes, who is this?" "I just wanted to hear your voice," his calm voice said with a hint of laughter. "Jeremy? Is it really you? Oh, how nice," she acknowledged happily. "What are you doing?" "Doing...? Oh," she gasped feeling so stupid as the thought of her masturbation lingered on her mind. "Oh, nothing. I was just going to bed." "Only now? But it's half past one. You have a lot of work to do tomorrow." "Then why are you still up?" "Hmmm. Touche. I just wanted to tell you how wonderful you made the evening for me, Sally. Really, you were perfect company, and you looked so beautiful but I've already told you that." "I don't mind hearing it again, Jeremy. But it was you who made my night. I can't wait until we see each other again. Oh, gosh, I sound like a love sick teenager," she confessed. "That's how you made me feel, darling," he said as though he had called her that often. "Did I tell you I'd pick you up in the morning?" "I think so. Jeremy?" "What?" "Thank you for staying within the bounds of my rules last night. I don't know what I may have done if you hadn't." "I may not always obey them in the future, you know." "Oh, but you must." "Will you move the winning post sometimes, then?" "Only to let me win," she giggled. "If I knew you better I'd think you were telling me I could bend them a little. Am I reading the signs correctly?" "Mr. Saunders," she said with deliberate slowness, "I've known you only two days and..." "It's three now. It's after midnight." "Don't change the subject. I've known you just two days, you can't expect a girl to give her purity away so easily." "But I have been good," he responded in a surprised voice. "If all your girlfriends gave in so easily it wouldn't be very much fun, I'm sure." "If they gave in so easily it would be all the more fun, for me at least." "Jeremy, these conversations we've been having are far too advanced for me just yet. I know I'm just as guilty for allowing that but could we back off a little? I mean, let's be friends but let's take it slowly for the time being. Does that sound too awful, Jeremy? I really want to keep your friendship, oh, please believe that, but I'm not ready to go further than we did this evening. I hope I haven't disappointed you too much." "I think you make me love you all the more, in a brotherly sort of way," he added with a laugh. "Then you're not too disappointed?" "I understand what you are telling me," he agreed. "And I'm not disappointed at all. It strengthens my feelings for you all the more. Goodnight, fair princess. See you at eight o'clock." He blew her a kiss and hung up before she could even answer. "Oh, you didn't let me kiss you back," she said softly as she laid the receiver down. But his acceptance of what she asked made her feel much happier. She didn't even feel the need to continue with her self-pleasuring. Instead she closed her eyes, thought of him and the next thing she knew, Sam was calling her from the kitchen. "Are you getting up, Mom? It's after seven." "Good morning, Jeremy," she said with a warm smile as she closed the door behind her and walked with him to the car. As soon as they sat down he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "Why do you make me feel so happy these last couple of days?" He asked with his usual warm smile. "Because you were the Good Samaritan and it makes you feel good," she suggested. "We both know why," he corrected her. "Well, let's go to work. Chapter Seven Sally was more than impressed when he took her to his suite of offices. Beneath the sign that said Saunders and Saunders it read, 'Jeremy R Saunders, Practicing Partner'. It was in the best area of the commercial centre of town and to say they were furnished in the height of luxury and good taste, was an understatement. Already a number of employees were moving about with efficiency and the receptionist gave him a wide smile and said, "Good Morning, Mr. Saunders." "Any messages, Amanda?" "Yes, several, sir, but I know you have crossed your day off today so I've channeled most to other staff. There are just two specifically for you." He took them and glanced at both. "I'll look after them. No, interruptions today, all day, please Amanda. We have much to get through." "Yes, sir, I understand." He led the way through double doors and held them open for Sally to come through. "Oh, Jeremy, these are beautiful," she said in amazement. "Your offices, they much have cost... Oh, I'm being silly. Sorry, let's work. What should we do first?" "First, we sort all the photos into separate heaps for each woman. Then you can go through them and make sure none get into the wrong piles. I'll help too," he added. Sally worked quickly but noticed Jeremy took his time with each photo, studying them carefully. More than studying them he was actually taking delight in what he was seeing. She glanced at him several times but said nothing, wishing to get the task of identifying the owners over as soon as possible. She felt sick in her stomach at what some depicted. How could they do these things, she asked herself over and over again. Even Rosemary. Many were just of her on her own in poses so blatantly obscene that Sally shuddered, thinking not only of Rosemary in the act of taking such filth but also of Gamble as he poured his eyes over her exposed private parts. How could she lower herself to give him photos like this? Why her legs were so far apart her pussy was stretched wide open and she even had her fingers inside in many of them. And what she did with her sister, oh it made her blush to think of them in their room posing like this. Sally knew about the ways of lesbians, not from personal experience but from what she had read and what she and her school friends spoke about during their secret times together. But this was the first time she had ever seen actual evidence of women licking each other's pussies. "Oh," she gasped aloud as she held up one of Rosemary and her sister, Rosemary laying flat out on the bed, her sister kneeling over her face and Rosemary's tongue could be seen actually poking inside her sister. "Oh, no, not Rosemary," she said on the verge of tears. "What is it, Sally?" "Oh, nothing. Just one..." "Show me." "But you shouldn't, Jeremy. It's Rosemary, my friend." He took the photo from her hand and Sally sat very still, embarrassed at knowing what he was seeing, upset that he should want to see her friend like that yet aroused. She could feel her vagina giving up its juices and felt the feelings deeper inside growing stronger. "My understanding is this is her sister. I guess you'd call this sibling incest, wouldn't you?" He wasn't leering, just vitally interested in the content of the photo as he handed it back. "Wha...? Oh, Ye... I suppose so. Oh, Jeremy I have to go to the toilet, where...?" He pointed to a door off to the side and she quickly went through the door. If she had sat for any longer she was sure her juices would start to seep onto her skirt and then he would know the way she was feeling. After cleaning herself, amazed at the amount of fluids she had wiped away, she gathered herself together and returned to her task. "Is this job affecting you, Sally?" "Affecting...? Oh, no, not really," she told him, her face blazing crimson at the thought of him thinking she might be sexually aroused. "Oh, you look so beautiful like this," he chided her with a friendly smile. "I don't know why is hasn't affected you. It has me," he admitted casually. "You? Jeremy, do you mean...? I mean are you...? But they're..." "I have an erection if that's what you're wondering. And if I'm not way off the track I think you may have been seeping a little yourself. Be honest, Sally, you were, weren't you?" How could he ask such things? How did he know? Be honest? Oh, how could she admit such things to this man? All she could do was sit still, her eyes looking down at the desk, her throat so choked with embarrassment she couldn't utter a sound and he sat beside her, wanting her reply. Of course they aroused her but she could simply not admit that to him. This man, the one she was growing to love so deeply in such a short time, wanted to discuss sexuality and she was simply not ready to do that. But he was pressing her to answer. "Sally? Are you all right?" His voice showed concern, which broke the spell she seemed to be under. "Oh, yes. Yes, I think so," she told him, her voice and even her movements appearing flustered. "You are aroused, aren't you?" "Yes," she whispered finally, lifting a great load from her fears. "It's understandable. Many women become aroused with erotica and every man does so you shouldn't be embarrassed about it. I could see you were fighting your feelings for some time, especially when you began to sort through your friend's photos. She is very attractive and obviously loves her sister." "It's just that I haven't felt the need to consider... to consider sexual things for so long. Oh, Jeremy, I do feel so foolish but I can't help it," she answered, on the verge of tears. "I can see we have some very serious talking to do once we've grown to trust each other. I may have to become your daddy and teach you many things a father needs to," he told her, looking steadily into her misty eyes. "Teach me? Oh, but I know about se... Oh, you do know how to embarrass me, Jeremy. I'm sorry. Maybe I do need someone to open my eyes. I am an adult but sometimes I feel like a..." "Like a what, Sally?" "Oh, I was going to say, like a little girl, but that sounds so silly." "It's not silly at all and I do understand, really I do," he said encouragingly. "All you've got to do is try to understand what the big picture is all about. Look, I'll try to explain. Take this photo for instance. You were shocked that two sisters posed together sucking each other's vaginas. That's what they're doing, isn't it?" "Yes," she whispered, her eyes cast downwards. "So, ask yourself, were they doing this for Gamble's sake or were they actually enjoying themselves? What do you think it looks like?" "I think... Well they really don't look unhappy," she admitted. "If they were I think they'd show it more." "That's exactly what I see. They may have been forced into doing what he wanted in the early days of being blackmailed but as they did things together and enjoyed each other's sexuality, I think they fell in love, even though they're sisters. Could you imagine them doing this just to please Gamble? Wouldn't they be far less erotic, acting perfunctorily rather than obviously enjoying the situation?" "Yes, I think so. It's just that at the same time, they gave him the pictures." "Has it ever occurred to you that they might actually enjoy exhibiting themselves, even to a man such as him?" "I couldn't," she stated. "But what about after a year or so? You began absolutely hating what he wanted from you and I could see from the three you gave him that he got nothing like he wanted, I'm sure of that. But why did you do it in the first place?" "Because I had to keep my job and probably couldn't have found another paying nearly as well. I was being blackmailed, Jeremy," she added as though looking for sympathy. "Of course you were and nobody could accuse you of blindly giving into his wishes. But what about three months down the track? You would have given him dozens of photos of you in many revealing poses. So he's already seen everything you have to show and he puts more demands on you. Spread your legs, suck your ti..., rather your breasts, open your bottom crease more, push your finger in, be more athletic in your postures; things like that. It wouldn't have hurt your emotions anywhere as much as it did in the first place. So then he demands a photo with your son. Then undressed then... and so on." "Do you think that's what Rosemary did? Little by little?" "Until she reached the stage where it wasn't hateful any more. Then she fell in love or her outlook on her body and her sexuality, changed. It could have been many things but the more one does something that they didn't wish to, the less it hurts. Just like the dog that gets beaten by his master. But as time goes by, the beatings become not so much punishment but more like the norm and he begins to lick the hand that beats him, then he's all over the man with affection once more. I believe Rosemary will continue to be involved with her sister from now on. She's not married, is she?" "Yes but I'm not sure how close they are, she and her husband, I mean." "Then they have moved towards being lesbian lovers, incestuous but that's not a concern, they just love each other. Maybe one day they'll actually thank Gamble for making them become involved in the first place." "I guess," she admitted as she listened to his lawyer- smooth ability to paint a logical picture to the jury, this time her alone. "And one day I hope both you and I thank him for bringing us together too," he added to see what her reaction might be. She understood that first with her eyes then she looked up into his face and said, "It's true. We would never have met without him. Oh, but it all seems so wrong to give him credit, doesn't it?" "No-one can alter what fate has in store. We met because of circumstances but we met and I for one am very, very happy about that." "Oh, so am I, Jeremy," she said softly looking into his eyes. Jerry could have said that there was little chance they wouldn't have met because Mrs. Sally Gordon was the one earmarked to become one of his followers. But this was not the time to bring that up. Maybe never. Jerry knew he had this woman, whom he was beginning to love more deeply than any woman he had known, in the palm of his hand and in time she would succumb to any and all of his wishes. For the first time in his life, he had found someone who would fit the role of life partner and sex-slave to the Covenant, and she was pleading to be his. It was very satisfying. He pecked her lips with his and then turned back to the photo. "So, what do you think? Has your friend given these photos over because she was forced or because she was in love and anything Gamble did was of little consequence, just a means to an end?" "I think you're right, Jeremy. Neither she nor her sister shows any distaste for their actions in any of the photos. Did you notice they seem to all be packed in strict order of being taken? From both girls entering the bedroom, then taking their clothes off and beginning to make love?" "Yes, he seemed to be very meticulous. It's the way all his computer files are loaded also." "Computer files? What are they?" "From what we could make out, he has scanned every photo he received into his computer and had already made up text and bulk folders to start sending them out onto the Internet but hadn't begun at the time he was cornered." "Oh, no. Were mine like that too?" "No, he had to get them home and scan them there. Then he brought them back to his office where his wife wouldn't find them." "Did you delete the files?" "No, we took the computer," he said as a wry smile came over his face. "I have replaced the hard drive and sent the computer back to his wife. I suspect he won't have much use for it now anyway." "But that means you have copies of everything here?" "Yes." "But you're going to destroy the hard disk, aren't you?" "No." "What... What are you going to do with it, then?" "Keep it for myself." "But that's not... It's not fair on the girls. Don't you think you should destroy it, Jeremy?" It was the first time she had any doubt about his motives. "What I.., I mean we, are going to do is make a separate floppy disk of each woman's photos and give it back to each of them. I won't lie to them when I say his hard drive has been reformatted which I'm sure, you know means everything in the computer has been wiped clean. Well, I did reformat it, so even that's the truth. It won't hurt them if they don't know I have kept the original scans. Besides, they interest me." "Interest you? You mean you like..." "One of the many things you will learn about me, Sally is that among my sexual preferences is the fact that I am a voyeur. Do you know what that means?" She couldn't help but blush. Of course she did, from way, way back, but she could never tell him of those days. "Oh, Jeremy, you do say such things. You like to watch people doing..." "Yes, I do. Does that shock you?" "Shock? I'd never thought of you as a divia... Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that." "A deviate? I can understand you thinking that but really it's more natural that most sexual practices if you consider it. Wouldn't you say every man is a voyeur in some form, some all the time, some just when a beautiful girls walks past, and some who hide behind bushes and spy into women's bedroom windows. Well I am not one of those but I do enjoy watching others at play, so to speak. Even you were aroused looking at Rosemary's photos and that's no more than voyeurism in its simple form." "So what you are saying is we are both voyeurs? And it's all right to look as long as the other party isn't aware? Oh, Jeremy, I don't know, it doesn't seem honest or something." "Who does it hurt?" "No one, I guess." "So?" "I think you have a lot to teach me," she replied simply, then looked into his face. "Oh, does that mean you'd like to watch me...?" "Oh, I'd always like to watch you, my dear Sally. Watch everything you do." "I think I should be happy about that but remember our conversation on the telephone last night?" "The one early this morning? Yes and I have honoured your wishes, haven't I?" "Yes." "Good, then let's get on with it. As soon as we've sorted out each lot of photos I want us to log them off against the computer files. I want a copy every one without exception." "You are a dirty old man," she accused him with a straight face and when he looked doubtfully at her, she couldn't help but smile her acceptance of his decision to keep them. END OF PART 2 ********************************************* All my books are available for download in Zipped Word9 & Text formats and uncompressed Text format from: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/WritersCramp40 Comments are sought and welcomed at writerscramp40@hotmail.com Please take the time to let me know what you think of my stories. 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