IT’S THE FINALE!  We’ve finally got to the end and what an ending it promises to be.  A big thanks to everyone who has read this and commented so far as your enjoyment is my enjoyment.  Please be sure to leave a like and a comment at the end if you enjoy it and...Let’s get to it.

Day 5b - To the Manor, Bone.

Sleep had somehow claimed me as the week's exertions finally seemed to be taking hold. I don't know how long I was out for, but as I twitched into consciousness I had a feeling I wasn't alone, that I was being watched, that I was in danger. I opened my eyes hoping I was wrong, hoping it was Mel, but it was not Mel, it was Big Bad John in a black robe with a gormless look on his face.

"I've come to get you," he informed me.

"You...you've come to get me, have you?" I asked.

"Yarp!" John replied. Yarp? What the Hell did yarp mean? I got my answer as he stretched an arm out, no doubt trying to grab me to finish me off. Not bloody likely. I rolled off the bed and threw myself at him, however he saw that coming, grabbed me, spun around and chucked me against the wall.

"Let me get you!" instructed John, whilst stomping over to me. I got up and launched a punch, unfortunately it was a punch that he ducked. I launched a second punch that he then blocked and finally a kick that he stopped and used to thrust me against the bed.

"Stop stopping me getting you!" Big Bad John shouted as he moved, quicker than his size should have allowed, to try and get hold of me. I rolled off the bed and John dove over it to try and grab me but instead missed me and grabbed the cuddly bunny I won for Danny.

"Aw!" Big Bad John remarked as he looked lovingly at the Bunny. I grabbed the only thing I had as a weapon and decided I needed to get John's attention.

"Hey, big fella!" I stated. John lowered the bunny and looked at me, his eyes full of curiosity. "Will this knock John out?" I said to my eight-ball, before throwing it at his head.

SMACK!

The eight-ball hit him square in the middle of the head and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he fell, knocked-out cold. I watched as my precious eight-ball spun through the air and I dove to catch it, watching as the ball tumbled to the ground but thankfully fell sweetly into my outstretched palm. I checked to see the answer which was now just muscle memory.

You may rely on it

"Fuckin-A, eight-ball...fuckin-A!" I replied to my closest confidante. It was then I heard a ringing sound coming from John. I searched his pocket and found a phone with a name and a face on the screen.

Bryon Butcher.

Bryon. That did make me chuckle briefly. I answered it and in my best attempt at imitation said...

"Yarp!"

"Hello, John. It's me. Byron. Have you got the Sergeant?" the supermarket manager asked. It all made sense now. John was the avatar for his boss's crimes.

"Yarp!" I continued.

"Everything's going to plan?" Byron pressed further.

"Yarp!" I replied.

"There aren't going to be any problems then?" Byron queried. Shit! What the hell did I reply to this?

"Nerp!" I responded, less than enthusiastically.

"Good!" Byron replied. "Meet me at the Manor as planned," and with that the phone went dead and he was gone. I was gonna meet him at the Manor all right. I was gonna meet him in a way he'd remember for the rest of his life. I took one brief look around before heading out but was stopped in my tracks at the door.

"What the fuck..." a voice came from the door, a welcome voice, the voice of my partner and my best friend, Dani.

"It's a long story, but I know who's responsible for all these mysterious deaths," I explained, as Dani's eyebrows raised in surprise and curiosity.

"Who is it? Do you want me to come with you?" Dani asked. My heart was lifted by her supportive remark and I finally felt like I was turning the tide and getting the assistance I needed.

"No. What I need you to do is ring your Dad, get to the station and summon Talia and the two detectives, Booker and Barber and get them to meet me there. Don't come till those guys are with you," I commanded. Dani nodded and removed her phone.

"What are you gonna do?" Dani asked.

"I'm gonna take down the person responsible for all this," I replied, determined to make everything right in both the community and between me and Mel. I left my eight-ball on the floor, confident in my ability to bring the nightmare of the last few days to a fitting close.

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I ran up to the Manor from the back in order to remain unseen. From this angle the lights at the front of the building created an eerie and imposing silhouette on the landscape. I waited for backup to arrive expecting any minute that my team would appear and we could collectively storm the Manor House. But no-one did. Ten minutes merged into fifteen, combined into twenty with me sitting there feeling utterly frustrated till I finally realised...this was something I had to do myself. I moved my legs as fast as I could, with no signs of Mel and the failed attempt to get me by Big Bad John I can only assume she was in real trouble.

I headed inside through an unlocked door, slid my way through the utility rooms unseen and undetected and then got to the main stairwell of the house where I first heard the chanting. It had a vibe of a cult or the occult, or maybe even an occult cult, whatever it was it gave me the heebie-jeebies. I stalked the steps and followed the sound to a room where the ominous voices were coming from. There in the room was every member of the Forston Surveillance Organisation. From Sylvia and Shaun to Martin, Michelle and Martine, Doctor Deborah Diviner, Catherine Carter, Roger Roper, Hugh Huntsman and Byron Butcher among others. There must have been twenty people all sitting around a huge round table, all of them wearing long black robes.

It was then I realised the mistake I had made. It was not one person who was carrying out these mysterious deaths, it was this murky cabal. The chanting stopped and Sylvia began the meeting.

"Quick announcement, Joyce Joiner, manager of our residential home has got a new springer spaniel whom she has named Mister Jobby," Sylvia reported to assorted "Ah’s" from everyone around the table.

"Thanks, Sylvia. Now, as you may or may not know, we have taken care of the problem of Sergeant Angelo by sending Big Bad John to deal with him. Once this has taken place there will be nothing to stop us and we can focus on winning the village of the year award for our twentieth year!" Roger announced. I couldn't believe it. They thought they had gotten away with sending Big Bad John to deal with me. I was delighted to take a huge steaming shit on their plans.

"Oh I beg to differ, Mister Roper!" I commanded.

"Michael! You made it! But where's Big Bad John?" Sylvia asked, looking behind me.

"The person you sent to "take care of me", well I took care of him!" I announced to gasps of fear from everyone present.

"You killed him!" Martin asked, appalled.

"No, of course not, he's just unconscious on my hotel room floor," I corrected them as they all breathed a sigh of relief. "Wait-a-minute, you wanted me here!"

"Well of course. We can't move forward without you," Hugh, the humanist, responded. My head was spinning now after my confrontation with Big Bad John.

"You seriously think I would want to get caught up in this? IN MURDER?!" I asked.

"MURDER?"

"Whose murder?"

"Someone was murdered?" they all kerfuffled and questioned before Byron shushed everyone and then spoke, seemingly as the unelected leader of this cartel.

"Sergeant. No-one was murdered. The only killing taking place here is by you...of our good mood," Byron Butcher pointed out.

"You expect me to believe that five mysterious deaths in a matter of days was nothing more than a coincidence?" I asked. The assembled peeps looked around at each other and consulted, their hoods moving comically like puppets before they all answered in unison.

"YES!"

"You see whilst I loved your crazy speculation over their demise the truth is far more straightforward. Clive Clark's fate was the result of him being...an appalling driver," Byron announced.

"APPALLING!" They all agreed.

"Clive Clark was a coke-head who loved nothing more than driving his Jag as fast as possible whilst getting blown by Carly," Catherine suggested.

"He'd been done for speeding so many times it was ridiculous!" Shaun pointed out. "Did you not have a look at his record?"

"Well…what about Tristan Taylor? Are we meant to believe that one of his own diggers drove through his own house?!" I shout to make myself heard and deflect from me not checking Clive's driving record. "You all hated that house and I'm sure a number of you wanted to see it gone".

"Tristan Taylor's mansion has been a source of contention from day one, yes. But our main concern was safety," Doctor Deborah Diviner reminded me.

"There'd been a number of accidents on the site and a YouTube video showed several pieces of equipment shorting out and starting due to Tristan getting the cheapest labour, cheapest chargers and cheapest vehicles," Martin commented.

"Eet was such a joke, ee turned ee's cameras away from zee propertee," Michelle continued, finishing the sentence with her delicious French accent which transformed English into something almost poetic.

"If it wasn't for Raymond Wright our safety concerns would have been taken seriously and Tristan might have been saved from a fiery death," Roger Roper offered as a solution to assorted nods from everyone in the meeting chamber.

"And Raymond Wright? You surely don't expect me to believe that the humanist chapel roof collapsed on him, unaided?" I queried with the assorted throng.

"Raymond Wright is the reason Raymond Wright is dead!" Sylvia barked, before Shaun chimed in.

"As head of safety and planning he let the chapel deteriorate so he could have it condemned and pick it up cheaply for demolition," Shaun furiously commented.

"We had asked him for months to release the funds so the repairs could be carried out. After all, it's a grade II listed building," Doctor Diviner pointed out. "Didn't you nearly get hit by masonry?"

"What? Oh. Well yes," I recognised, before Byron butted in.

"Raymond Wright purposely let the structure of the building worsen to the point of dereliction," Byron said with visible venom. "The chapel is a big part of the village and its status as a symbol of this community and its values. Raymond Wright had no values and so suffered his fate at the hands of the Karmic Universe".

"THE KARMIC UNIVERSE!" they all chanted.

"And Grace Gardner?" I asked, puzzled. "Am I meant to believe she just impaled herself on her own shears?"

"Grace was notoriously clumsy with those bloody shears!" Martin whinged. "She nearly had my eye out a few times, and she cut her own finger off, don't forget".

"But the person who attacked her tried to grab the shears! I saw them!" I raged at the assembled group.

"What you saw was me trying to save her life. I only popped in to give her the invite for tonight's meeting and she impaled herself, but rather than leaving them in she tried to remove them," Hugh Huntsman said with everyone nodding. "I mean Roger was with me, he saw, didn't you, Roger?"

"I did. Grace tried to take them out which, anyone who has ever been impaled knows, leads to instant blood loss. Hugh was trying to keep the shears in to make sure the wound was sealed, which is when you saw him cut himself. We even called for an ambulance after you got flattened by that car," Roger informed me, giving Hugh a cast-iron alibi, with the FSO managing with a few sentences to render my suspicions of this being some village-wide cover-up to be completely bogus.

"This isn't some grand conspiracy then?" I challenged them, as they all sat around with puzzled expressions.

"NO!" They all replied, in unison.

"So, if this is no grand conspiracy...then where's Mel?" I demanded. For a moment all that fed back to me was silence, before a cheery voice intervened

"Mel's fine, Michael," Frank responded, emerging out of a shadowy doorway, also wearing a long black cloak, but rather than a hood over his head, he had an old-fashioned policeman's helmet. "We brought her here before just like we tried to bring you".

"So, you can do what? Use her as the play-thing of the Forston Surveillance Organisation?" I asked to the assorted amusement of everyone gathered here.

"We are not the Forston Surveillance Organisation," Byron Butcher responded, wiping away tears of laughter. "We are the Forston Swinging Orgy-ists!"

At that, those at the table removed their hoods and undid the front of their robes to reveal naked bodies galore beneath. I stared at Catherine, her caramel, pert breasts and curly bush standing out in front of most of the others. It felt like she was too good to be caught up in all of this?

"I thought you said when we were together that this was the first time you'd been that intimate in years?" I asked, remembering what it was she said to me after we finished making love.

"Yes, that's true. It was the first time I'd been intimate and close with anyone like that for years...this is just sex!" Catherine remarked. It was then that the jigsaw puzzle of the last seven days of lunacy and madness all slotted together perfectly. I had created Catherine as this lifeboat to rescue myself from my failing marriage, like she was this perfect woman, when really there was no perfect person that could save me, I had to save myself, and possibly even Mel.

As they started to move from behind the table I sprinted out of there, determined to find what had happened to my Mel. I ran down the corridor and saw candlelight coming from behind two stained-glass panels in a door. I headed over and stared through the glass in wonder.

On a Queen-size bed were the Christian couple I had seen protesting about the sordid filthy state of the world. They were both naked and she was sucking on her husband's cock with wild abandon, working the length with her hand, seeming almost desperate to pump his seed into her mouth, all whilst she was being ploughed from behind on the bed by someone else I didn't recognise, their hips smacking together loudly, her muffled noises of delight and her husband's throaty groans all combining in a lustful symphony of delight. The young woman disengaged her husband's rod from her mouth to give instructions to the guy behind her.

"URGH! Stick that cock in my ass!" she instructed the guy behind her. I watched, paralysed by curiosity and dread as he slowly sank his length inside her anus. Once there he pulled back and started hammering away again as she started to suck on her partner's cock again. "MMMF, HNNF, GRRR! Oh yeah, fuck that ass! Fuck me in the ass!"

I watched as the three people undulated in a twisted rhythm before the primordial part of my brain reminded me why I was there. Mel! Find Mel!

I ran to the next room that had light cascading from it and stared through the window at the occupants. On this bed were four people, two I didn't recognise and two I did. There were two women with their heads hanging over the edge of the mattress, their mouths open and lips quivering. One of them had long, dirty-blonde hair in loose curls, the other jet black hair, shorter and with tighter curls. Between their legs were two men I did recognise…It was DS Booker and DC Barber, their faces between the two women's thighs as they feasted on their sopping holes. The dark-haired woman looked down at DS Booker and chuckled.

"What's...MMMM...what's so...oh, fucking Hell...what's so funny?" the blonde asked, looking over at her friend.

"Your husband's...got...a moustache," the raven-haired woman replied. The blonde looked down between her legs and saw DC Barber devouring her tasty slit and she laughed as their pubic hair looked like their other halves' ticklers.

"Oh yeah...so does yours," the blonde replied with a smirk. The two women then moved their faces closer until they were within touching distance and began to kiss whilst the other one's husband provided oral pleasure, each one of them lost in the moment. It certainly explained why my back-up never arrived.

I moved down the corridor looking in various rooms, most of which were empty until eventually I came upon one that wasn't, and my heart sank before it tried to beat its way out of my chest as panic set in.  I gazed through the window and saw Mel...and she was being tortured. Mel was naked and had leather restraints around her wrists and ankles, holding arms and legs apart. Behind her was Doctor Bart; the wide, lumberjack of a Doctor who was also without clothes, his state or arousal over my naked wife obvious, but he wasn't sticking his dick in her. Oh no. What was happening was much worse. He was paddling her arse. Mel was attached to some kind of gimbal and this brute of a man was slapping her backside with a wooden panel.

SMACK!

"Ungh!" Mel whimpered, clearly in pain. Doctor Bart teased her after the paddle had cracked against her backside.

"You've been a very naughty girl haven't you?" Bart chided my Mel.

"Yes," Mel whispered. Bart moved his hand back to strike her again, bringing the wooden panel down fiercely on the other cheek.

SMACK!

"AAAAGH!" Mel screamed. I couldn't believe what was happening in front of my eyes. I didn't even want to imagine what Mel must have been feeling.

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Mel wandered through the house feeling like Alice in Wonderland, albeit a naked Alice in wonderland beneath the black gown Frank had provided her. Mel had been told that the house contained numerous worldly delights for her to sample. She had thought of inviting Michael but decided against it. The two of them had issues unresolved and having him here may well confuse her. Best to resolve those after the monthly gathering of the FSO (Mel assumed that it stood for Forston Surveillance Organisation) where apparently they all got together to have some sort of huge blow-out. She had come here with numerous people; Emma, Euan and Frank, amongst others. Mel felt comfortable being here with their familiar faces around. The grand ballroom where they were gathered held around sixty or seventy people. It was nice to relax and enjoy a laugh with good company before Frank apologised and said he had to take care of some urgent business and left, at this point Mel also decided she'd had enough and elected to go off on her own and explore the old Manor House.

Mel wandered down a huge corridor of the former castle that had been converted into a grand stately home some time in its past, as she did she would gaze into the rooms, many were empty but some had started to be occupied. In one room a man and woman were on a bed, the woman had curly mousy hair that was strewn over and down the side of the bed. She was led on her side with one leg outstretched and her other leg in front of her, the guy was sat astride the outstretched leg, powering into her, the woman’s breasts jiggling with every thrust, the two of them heavily into each other as they locked eyes.

"You like it deep, don't you?!" the guy barked.

"Oh, yeah. So deep! So fucking deep!" the woman meekly responded as the sound of their hips smacking together could be heard in the hall.

"Am I better than your husband?!" the guy remarked as he continued to smash his cock inside her.

"So much better...you're...OH...so...so much better!" the woman exclaimed. Mel reached beneath her robe and moved her hand between her legs, closing her eyes in delight as she pressed on her engorged hood, before re-opening them to keep her attention on the spectacle in the room as the guy smacked the woman's arse with an almighty crack.

"AAAGH! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" the woman responded, encouragingly. "Keep going. Smack my arse!"

CRACK! CRACK!

The guy smacked her cheek again, reddening the glute and making the woman tear-up as her arse cheek ripened. Mel watched as the woman on the bed bit her lip, then nodded back at the guy who took that as a signal as he slapped her backside two more times as he leant forward to really move his cock into her.

"You fucking love this cock, don't you?!" the guy asked. He seemed to want to completely dominate this woman and she seemed to want this also, to totally surrender control to him.

"Oh yeah, I love your cock! Fuck me! Fuck me, hard!" spat the woman furiously as the guy pounded his hips into hers, his face flush as they both looked at each other furiously as they angry-fucked, his skinny long dick powering in and out of her, their bodies moving in sweaty unison as his member reached deep inside her, before he suddenly stiffened, leant back and sprayed his cum over her hips and arse whilst Mel twirled on her swollen clit as she watched.

"Oh God!" he exclaimed as he led back against the bed. Mel withdrew her hand and watched as the woman's breath came in short bursts. Mel stared into the room as the guy moved up and off the bed, chuckling, and kissed the woman he'd been vigorously fucking like they were best friends. As he moved his face away from hers she began laughing also. "I'll see you later, Barb".

"See you later, Gary," Barbara replied as Gary headed toward the door. Mel felt mortified that she'd been watching them and headed away, further down the corridor. Behind Mel she heard the door open and close with footfalls heading away from her. She looked back and could see Gary's naked shape moving away. Phew. She looked in the next door with a window and saw another bed, this time occupied by two women she didn’t recognise. They were on their side, their faces between each other's legs. Mel took a look up and down the corridor and moved her hand back between her thighs, moving over her stubbled mound and over her button, her other hand moving further down and between her lips.

Mel moved her hands slowly as she watched the two women slurp on the juicy gash between each others legs, occasionally looking up to gasp in pleasure at what the other was doing before moving their face back to the snatch in front of them, their hands grasping and massaging each other's buttocks as they feasted. There were no words here, only action as the two of them devoured the other's pussy whilst enjoying their partner's reciprocating efforts at the same time. Mel moved her finger anti-clockwise over her nub, her other finger moving between her puffy lips as she licked her own, imagining how the two lithe women tasted.

"Quite the thing to see isn't it?" a male voice came from behind Mel.

"JESUS CHRIST!" Mel exclaimed in shock. She had been so caught up in spying on these two women she'd not heard anyone come up behind her. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were there," Mel giggled, removing her hands from her robe and closing the front. She turned to face the voice's owner and felt even more shocked to see that they were naked.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," the man said, laughing as well. "You must be Melissa Angelo. I'm Doctor Bartholomew. Call me Bart. Everyone does".

Doctor Bart extended his hand to shake Mel's and she reciprocated, only to realise in horror that her fingers were covered in her juices. Bart merely looked down at their hands shaking and gave a knowing smile. Mel let her eyes take in the good Doctor. He was broad rather than fat, he had a wide waist just slightly narrower than his shoulders which gave his body a box shape. Her eyes continued down between his legs to his waking friend. The monster wasn't particularly long but it was thick with a pulsing vein running down the side. Mel licked her lips subconsciously as she gazed upon it.

"Pleasure," replied Mel, her eyes returning up to meet Doctor Bart's, but he was now busy looking up and down the hall. "Are you looking for somebody?"

"Oh, I was just hoping to meet someone to have fun in one of the playrooms," Bart replied in a friendly manner, almost like he was asking someone to go for a coffee.

"I don't mind taking a look," Mel replied, curious as to what the playroom was like.

"Oh no. I don't want to offend the new sergeant. It can get pretty wild in there," Doctor Bart chuckled. Mel felt her cheeks inflame at that. All of these people thought she wasn't wild or some fragile flower. Mel shucked her robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Doctor Bart's eyes ran all over Mel's body as she stood there, legs apart, hands on her hips.

"I'm not some dainty maiden! You're not going to break me, now lead on!" Mel demanded, her eyes going back down to Bart's cock which was now in mid-flagpole mode as it raised in front of him whilst Bart’s eyes seemed to metaphorically drool over Mel's body.

"This way then," Bart responded, arm outstretched. Mel left her robe on the floor and strode off, keeping an eye on Doctor Bart behind her, as he kept his eyes on her behind, as he planned the next fifteen minutes of salacious activity as they strolled along. "It's here".

Mel turned into the room and stopped only after a few steps. The room contained chains hung from walls, a table with a variety of implements, a vibrator, clamps, a butt plug and what looked like some kind of weird table tennis bat. In the middle of the room was a large wooden gurney that looked like medieval exercise equipment with restraints on each end of the wooden struts. Mel felt her stomach tighten but she was determined to put on a brave face.

"Ahem! So what did you have in mind?" Mel probed.

"Look, you don't have to..." began Bart, before Mel interrupted him.

"I said WHAT did you have in mind?" Mel repeated. Bart looked shiftily around before answering.

"I was looking for someone to spank," Bart replied, somewhat ruefully.

"What's the table tennis bat for?" Mel asked, pointing at the table. Bart looked over and tried to hold in a chuckle.

"It's not...it's a paddle," Bart giggled. Mel felt even more outraged now. Everyone seemed to look at her as this naive young girl to be looked after rather than ravaged. Mel walked up to the struts and held her legs apart so the restraints could be fastened to her ankles.

"Fasten me," Mel instructed, shooting Bart a glancing look. Bart walked over and, with trembling hands, attached the restraints to Mel's wrists and ankles holding her in place.

"Pancakes," Bart whispered as he leant close to Mel's ear.

"What?!l Mel asked, confused.

"It's the safe-word me and the missus use," Bart replied.

"Oh. Okay," Mel replied. Mel waited for a moment for the first slap to come, but it didn't. She could hear Bart rustling round behind her but no action taking place. Eventually the wide-man moved in front of Mel, his hands behind his back, causing her to feel panic. She was in a position where she'd struggle to get free if things went off the rails. She looked up at Bart who just gently stroked her cheek and looked down at her in the same way as Frank had, and the same way Hugh had. "What are you...what are you doing?"

"Getting you ready," Doctor Bart replied, before a buzz filled the room, a sound Mel was extremely intimate with. It was a vibrator. Bart showed the tiny device to Mel. It was similar to the bullet one she sometimes used. Mel licked her lips as soon as she saw it. Bart drew the device over her right nipple causing her to gasp as the massager hummed its electronic, single-tone tune around one of Mel's own dark bullets.  The device met Mel's darker breast flesh and caused Mel's nipple to stand to attention as her excitement grew.  Bart then drew the toy over to the left nipple and performed the same procedure. Mel's nipples were standing out like tiny bullets on her hugely swollen areolae.

"Hmmmm," Mel buzzed in response, mirroring the miniature pleasure-provider. Bart then drew the vibrator down her stomach, over her belly-button and towards her pussy that was now exceedingly wet. Bart moved it through her stubble so Mel could feel the tingling sensations in her clit through her skin, almost like a breeze or heaving breathing on her swollen bean. Bart moved it either side of her gash, the sensations swimming up to her nub, but not quite reaching it. Mel was moving her hips slightly trying to get the toy and her clit aligned but Bart carefully kept it out of reach. "Please," Mel begged. Bart nodded.

"OH! OH-OH!" Mel blurted out as Bart gently pressed the battery-powered object against her, Mel's eyes going wide in shock as the buzz rippled through her nerve endings. "Oh yeah, oh yeah. This was unexpected," Mel continued as she squirmed against Bart's fingers and the source of the excitement. Bart moved ever closer to Mel, their lips almost touching till he removed the device and stepped back.

"Oh, you fucker!" Mel stated as her head rolled back in frustration.

"Not yet. We have other things to do first," Bart replied as moved behind Mel. Mel wondered what was next when she got the first shock.

WHACK!

A hand on her left buttock. A mild shock but nothing too painful. But with it came something else, a feeling in her entire pelvic region, an unexpected feeling that came with the pain, a feeling of pleasure.

"That's for getting excited when I put the toy to your nipple," Bart stated, his words soon followed by another smack.

WHACK!

This one was harder and on the right cheek. Clearly Bart was gonna vary this as he switched. Again more pain came down there with the shock, but as more blood pumped around a delicious sensation throughout her hips followed also. "And that's for the other nipple," Bart continued. Mel heard him rummage around behind her until...

WHACK!

That one was not the hand. It was a flat surface. It must have been the paddle. The sensations went through from her arse cheek through her hips and through to her front. The tingles emerging throughout her pelvic region from the impact where delighting Mel’s pleasure sensors.

"Do you think I've been punished enough for all my bad behaviour?" Mel asked in a girly voice.

WHACK!

This time it was the other cheek with the paddle. Mel knew this was reddening her backside and it brought a tear to her eye, but the sensations going through her body were telling her she wanted more.

WHACK!

"I'm just not learning my lesson am I?" Mel whimpered, anticipating the next stinging blow.

WHACK.

"HUH!" Mel breathed in pleasure as her left glute throbbed, the heat moving throughout her lower body. Mel let out a tiny chuckle. She'd never experienced anything like this before as she dangled in the air, her legs quivering joyously. "I guess I deserve to be punished," Mel teased.

SMACK!

"Ungh!" Mel whimpered, in a state of painful delirium.

"You've been a very naughty girl haven't you?" Doctor Bart Bart teased Mel. Mel bit her lip at the thought of what was coming.

"Yes," Mel whispered. Bart moved his hand back to strike her again, bringing the wooden panel down fiercely on the other cheek.

SMACK!

"AAAAGH!" Mel screamed, involuntarily. Mel's world had been rocked so completely since coming to Forston. If days ago someone had said to her she would have experienced all the different sexual shenanigans she had, Mel would have laughed in their faces, now here she was, wanting, nay, demanding more.

Suddenly a new sound broke her concentration, the doors being smacked open. Mel turned but couldn't really see behind her however she did hear Bart speak up.

"Hey, Michael! You made it! Would you like to..."

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SMACK!

The round-house punch I aimed at Bart's jaw sent his head wobbling comically on his thick neck. I watched as the big man fell back looking ridiculous, a gormless look of stunned befuddlement on his face.

"What's going...Michael?! What are you doing here?!" Mel blurted out.

"Saving you of course come on!" I said as I unfastened her from the restraints they'd used to hold her against her will. I pulled at Mel's hand to get her out of there, but felt resistance as she remained in position as if her feet had sprang roots and embedded themselves in the floor.

"Come on! They'll be here any minute!" I yelled at Mel, but she just stood there, naked and proud.

"I'm not going anywhere!" Mel replied. I was starting to feel panic, knowing that the sex maniacs of Forston were about to come through the door at any minute.

"Look, I'm sorry for everything that has gone on so far but we need to get away from here, far from here," I stated as I held her face.

"No, Michael. It's you that's not getting it," Mel replied calmly, a strange "Stepford Wives" vibe coming off her as she seemed almost programmed. I realised then I couldn't save her, she was already too far gone, so I hurtled over to the door, only to find my way blocked by my boss, Chief Inspector Frank Forrester.

"Michael. We need to talk," Frank said calmly and motioned me to sit down.

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"First of all let me apologise for all of this," Frank said after Mel had found a robe and I'd managed to calm down, somewhat. I don't know what it was about the man but he had charm to spare and an easy manner that people responded to without him needing to raise his voice. He made command seem easy.

"When I was looking for a new sergeant I knew I wanted someone who was part of a happy marriage," Frank began. I looked at Mel who nodded at this statement. "Mel's been staying at mine for the last few days and we've had some good talks".

"Frank wasn't just after a sergeant...he wanted a replacement," Mel continued. I raised my eyebrows in surprise.

"What me? As Chief?" I asked with barely concealed shock.

"Yes. I was after a couple who reminded me of myself and my lovely wife, Iris, before she passed," Frank elaborated. I was perplexed. I had gone from sergeant in a place I didn't want to be to potentially running it in a matter of days. I looked at Mel who had come over with this happy yet sad look as she held my hand, and I instantly knew what the real situation was.

"You're ill, sir?" I asked. Frank nodded and all of the anger I felt about him and his debauched buddies seemed to evaporate like steam into the air. "How long?"

"Six months...give or take," Frank confirmed. I felt like someone had grabbed my legs and pushed them together like I was a giant pair of bellows as the air seemed to be forced from my body.

"Sir, I'm sorry. I didn't..." I offered, tearing up as I looked at Mel who was now starting to become glassy eyed herself.

"It's okay. I've had a really good life and achieved everything I set out to," Frank replied with his usual warmth, but even he couldn't mask the sorrowful lining of these words. "I brought you here because you fitted my criteria of exceptionalism but it was the trawl through your social media that sealed the deal," Frank continued.

"I'm sorry, sir. I don't follow," I interjected. Frank nodded before continuing.

"Looking at the pictures of you and Mel, out and about, happy, smiling, I figured you two were a very solid couple and your marriage good enough to stand the pressures of this community," Frank replied, looking at the two of us like a parent who'd found out his kids had been drinking his 43 and topping it up with water. "I guess being an old fogey I wasn't too "au fait" with how social media could deceive the eye".

I looked at Mel and she nodded at me. It was true. Online we looked like every other perfect couple, doing standard couple stuff, living our lives like every other couple out there, but the arguments, the shouting, the time apart, the tears, the anger and recrimination were all invisible in our social media presence. I looked over to this beautiful woman who was now almost foreign to me. Mel smiled sadly back at me. It was a smile that conveyed fear and uncertainty over whether we had a future together.

"Does Dani know?" I asked, remembering my bumbling partner and how close she was with her father. Frank shook his head.

"Not yet," Frank said, his face going ashen at the thought. For the first time since I'd known him he looked his age.

"You've got to tell her, sir," I mentioned. Frank nodded, sullenly, as if I was telling him off

"I know. And I will do, I assure you," Frank replied, apologetically. From behind us I heard a groan and more noise as Doctor Bart got up as he recovered from my punch.

"Ow! What gives man?" Bart muttered as he grasped his jaw in pain.

"Sorry, I thought you were torturing Mel," I replied as Bart got up looking confused.

"But she didn't even say pancakes," Bart remarked.

"Pancakes?" I asked Mel.

"I'll tell you later," Mel reassured me.

"Anyway. That's why you're here. I'd like you both to stay, both here in Forston and here tonight, but, it's your decision. It's been a pleasure getting to know you both," Frank stated, extending a hand. I took it and gave it a firm shake. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get back," Frank concluded, and with that he shimmied out of his robe to reveal his nakedness and then left, along with Doctor Bart, leaving Mel and I alone to contemplate things.

"I'm sorry for all of this," I said, looking Mel in the eyes. I had ruined things between us. I had to own that. Mel teared up, her lip trembling as she avoided my gaze.

"It wasn't...it's not just you," Mel sniffed. "I've...I've not been happy and I've done...things..." Mel began before I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her into an embrace. "What's going to happen to us?"

"I don't know," I replied as Mel cried into my uniform-clad shoulder. "But I guess us just leaving here isn't going to fix things either," I surmised. "So what say we go out there and join the FSO?"

"Forston Surveillance Organisation?" Mel asked.

"Yeah, that's what I thought it stood for," I replied as Mel began to unbutton my shirt whilst I unfastened my belt. Within two minutes the two of us were both naked, ogling each other up.

"I see you're keen," Mel noted, looking at mini-Mike. I looked at Mel's slit and noticed just how protruding her clit was.

"Look who's talking," I pointed out. Mel moved her hands down and parted her folds so she could see what I could see.

"Oh yeah. Are you ready to take a look around?" Mel asked.

"Sure," I replied, and with that the two of us set off. We walked down the corridor and looked in the rooms. The first room that was occupied was with the Buddies, the two of them vigorously fucking the other one's wives doggy style. The two women had expressions of wanton lust as they were pounded from behind, moaning alternately and occasionally in unison. Every now and then one of the Buddies would slow down to hold off coming too soon whilst fiercely gripping their partner's wives butt-cheeks. At one point DS Booker looked up and saw us standing and watching. He "Ooh"-ed in delight when he noticed that Mel was topless next to me. He elbowed DC Barber who looked over at the two of us watching all four of them perform.

"Hey, Sarge. Are you coming in or not?" DC Barber asked. Both Buddies practically drooling as they looked at Mel's impressive tits.

"What are you thinking?" I whispered to Mel through clenched teeth and a fake smile as we watched the four of them fuck, moan and sweat.

"I'm thinking get me the fuck out of here," Mel whispered back through teeth clenching firmly and a smile more fake than mine.

"We'll leave it for now!" I shouted. The two Buddies nodded, their eyes not leaving Mel as we walked away from the room.

"God, they're...strange," Mel responded once we were out of earshot.

"Yeah. You should meet DC Barber's aunt and uncle then," I replied as we looked in the next room to a sight that took me completely by surprise.

The bed held the same Christian couple from before, but the person who'd fucked the girls ass had left. On the bed were two people I knew very well but not yet intimately. The woman who'd been sucking her husband's dick was now still doing so, but he was hovering on all fours above her head, his inflated member moving inside her mouth from above. Between her legs Shaun was slow fucking her, his saddle-tan skin in contrast to her pale beauty, but that wasn't what was so surprising. Behind the husband was Sylvia, wearing a strap-on and she was slowly fucking the husband with it. His eyes were open but unfocussed as was his mouth, his lips moving in silent approval as Sylvia slowly reamed his arse, keeping pace with her other half, the two of them enjoying taking the young couple to new heights of pleasure.

I grabbed my rod and started pulling as I watched the scene unfold, a moan reminded me that Mel was still standing beside me, her hand moving between her legs. I then moved slightly behind her and to the right and moved my hand between her legs, Mel's hand reached back and gripped my tool, neither of us taking our eyes from the scene in the room.

Shaun continued to move into the mousy blonde but had upped the pace, Sylvia had leaned forward and reached round the guy's body and gripped his length, jacking it into his wife's mouth. He began to shudder as Sylvia rolled her hand up and down his length while his wife sucked on the end of his member, her eyes closed as her lips wrapped around his cock.

"Euan seems to be enjoying Emma sucking on his dick," Mel breathed, as I pressed and swirled my finger on her bean, tugging on her left nipple ring at the same time.  Her hands' efforts sped up around my rod as the scene became more intense.  I didn't ask how she knew their names. I was too wrapped up in what was happening in the room to care.

Shaun began to move ever faster, bringing his knees up to get further traction for his powerful thrusts into Emma, the sound of their hips smacking together getting ever louder each time. Sylvia slowly rolled her hips behind Euan as she reached around him, her mane of red hair falling over the two of them as she whispered in the young man's ear, till his shuddering turned into a shiver as his mouth opened in a dramatic "O" shape, his orgasm clearly approaching. Sylvia withdrew the phallus from his behind and Euan leaned back, spraying his wife's face with his cum, her mouth open as Shaun tipped her over the edge, her legs wrapping around Sylvia's husband in delight as she forced herself against his waist.

Shaun arched his back and closed his eyes as he came deep inside Emma who looked so slim that he might break her, but she didn't. Instead she moved her legs from around Shaun's waist and he tumbled forward, his mouth covering Emma's in a luscious kiss, before he looked up and kissed his wife, her freckles showing up as the blood pumped excitedly through her body. The two of them then got down from the bed and started walking towards the door seeing Mel and I and waving enthusiastically as they approached.

"Hey, you two! Great to see you!" Sylvia exclaimed as she came over and hugged me, her plastic dick sliding just under my balls, making me jump slightly in surprise, before she held my face and pressed her lips against mine, her tongue sliding into my mouth.  I moved my hands behind her back and held her tight to me, her considerable breasts pressing into my chest. I then remembered that I wasn't alone and looked over at Mel. She was kissing Shaun all right but her hand was wrapped around his cock as his hand went between her legs, rubbing up and down on her inflated nub, Mel moved her head back and his kisses began to move down her neck and towards her left breast, each kiss turning into a tiny nibble as he moved down her body.  Mel's grip on his cock becoming more fierce as he slid his thick digit inside her.

Sylvia looked at what I was watching and smiled. "He's always like that with newbies. Barely gives them time to breathe".

"I don't hear anyone else complaining," Shaun defended himself from his wife's accusations.

"Well of course not. How can they, with your mouth on theirs?" Sylvia countered.

"Fair enough. Where are you guys heading?" Shaun asked.

"We were just looking around, actually. Where do you recommend?" Mel asked, licking her lips, savouring the taste of whatever had been planted on Shaun's mouth.

"Well you can go to the smaller rooms but the former grand ballroom is probably the best place to start if you're new. Most people tend not to leave during their first time here. I'm surprised you guys have ventured out here," Sylvia remarked.

"It's true. I remember it was only the third time we'd been here that we realised there were other rooms,' Shaun commented with a nod, his eyes moving back from eye level to glance over Mel's body.

"Do you want to do that then?" Mel asked me.

"Sure," I nodded, and with that we headed back down the corridor to where the music was coming from.

"Although to be honest I doubt there's much going on," Mel stated as we walked towards the double doors that led to the main room. "When I left, everyone was fully..."

I opened the doors and we all looked inside. I'd never seen anything like it. There were naked bodies everywhere in a variety of positions and combinations, so many it was hard to even fathom what limbs were where and how people were connected in some cases. As I turned to my right I could see Michelle walk towards us, her eyes moving over Mel's body as Mel looked the French Beauty up and down, licking her lips as she did so.

"Ah, bonsoir,' Michelle said, her eyes sliding over Mel's curves as though her eyes were caressing her.

"Michelle," Mel replied. I didn't know how the two of them knew each other but it was obvious they did, and intimately.

"Hey, I'm just gonna..." Mel began before Michelle planted a kiss on Mel's lips. My dick, already hard from everything going on around me, ached upon seeing the two of them like that, their hands moving easily over each other's bodies like they already knew where to go. I felt a tinge of jealousy as the two of them caressed each other whilst the tongues wrestled, before Michelle and Mel walked away hand-in-hand, the two of them seeming like long-lost sisters separated at birth about to be reconnected.

I let any concerns I had about Mel go and began to walk through the mass of naked bodies, my eyes flicking over every form, every shape, trying to process and store the information I was seeing when I came across something I did not expect to see.  I was looking at a figure of such stunning beauty it took my breath away, the biteable pale skin, the diminutive boobs, the fashionably-disheveled, short, blonde hair. This was a sight I never expected to see in a situation like this but in my wildest dreams always hoped I would.

It was Jenny.

"Michael?! This is a surprise!" Jenny blurted as her eyes roamed over my naked torso.

"Jenny! What are you doing here?" I asked. As soon as I did I realised what a stupid question that was. Jenny's stance changed as she moved over onto her left hip and crossed her arms as she looked at me as if to say "seriously?"

I held up my hand as if to acknowledge the silliness of that comment. "Fair enough. Stupid question," I countered, before my eyes ventured over Jenny's delicious shape. "How come you are here in Forston though?" I continued, amending the previous comment sufficiently.

"Mel texted me and she seemed in a state so I came down to see her," Jenny replied, revealing herself to be the awesome friend she always was, willing to do anything for those people she was closest with. "I didn't expect all of...this, though," Jenny remarked with a wave of her hand.

"Yeah they're a pretty close-knit community. Some people knitted closer than others," I joked looking around. Jenny smirked and snorted as she covered her mouth as if to prevent herself from laughing too much. The snort however just gave her a fit of giggles. It was pretty funny. Here I was with Mel's best friend in the middle of an orgy, both of us making small-talk as if we'd just bumped into each other at King Cross station. It was then I had an idea on how to progress things a little further.

"What am I saying? I haven't even given you a hug," I commented, hand on my chest as if this was just a gentlemanly mistake.

"Well, as long as it's just a hug," Jenny replied, that smirk staying on her face as she flirted back. I opened my arms and let her walk into them, then wrapped them round her. In my fantasies I always imagined she'd feel amazing but now that I had my arms around her warm pale body she felt even better. I held onto her tightly and could feel her arms around my neck pulling me closer to her, it was then that she did something that I was hoping she would as I felt her amazing slim shape against my muscled torso. She moaned.

"Hmmmm," Jenny sighed as she moved her hips against me, my hips pushing back as she did so, the two of us moving our body against the other, my hard cock pressing against her stomach, my balls touching her mound, I moved my hands further down her back onto her waist so I could pull her into me, her hands moving over my back, her fingers drawing shapes into my muscles as she placed the merest amount of pressure. I drew my head back and we looked into each other's eyes momentarily before bringing our lips together for a kiss, our mouth's moving hungrily against each other, as if years of secret longing had suddenly been realised. Jenny pulled her body away from me, her hand gripping my girth, as we remained joined at the lips but tumbled to the floor.

"We should hug more," I commented as my hand slid down her stomach to her quim, moving through her muff to get to her slit.

"Definitely," agreed Jenny as her mouth met mine, her tongue slipping inside. I couldn't believe I was finally this close to fucking someone I had aways looked on as an unobtainable fantasy figure. Jenny was rolling her hand up and down my cock and my hand was moving up and down her opening, exploring her lips, feeling out her bean (which was noticeably smaller than Mel's) and savouring the differences. "Michael, look".

I looked at Jenny and she nodded over to her left.  About 10 feet away Mel was lying on top of Hugh Huntsman, her body writhing against his, her hands moving through his silver hair as she kissed him fiercely, like she needed his kisses, yearned for them, and just wanted more.  Hugh's hands were on on her backside and judging by his movements he already had a finger in Mel's star.

"I didn't know my best friend was such a dirty bitch," Jenny commented on my wife's lascivious display.

"I did," I said as my kisses moved back to Jenny's neck so I could also see what was going on. "Did the two of you ever..." I asked, just leaving the question hanging there.

"We have,' Jenny sighed, my cock felt like it grew an extra three inches when she said that, and Jenny's grip did feel like it tightened around mini-Mike.

"What happened?" I pressed as I slid my finger inside her. Across from us Mel was kissing down Hugh's body towards his cock whilst the humanist pastor gently stroked her hair. Mel continued to kiss down Hugh's slim body till she got to his tool and kissed from the root, all the way up a swollen vein before she started to kiss the crown. Mel raised her eyebrows to Hugh and he nodded back before Mel engulfed his tool all the way to the base. I moved my thumb over Jenny's clit as I watched this situation develop, drawing more of a response from Jenny as she watched her best friend. "Tell me what happened?"

"We were...oh that's nice. We were both drunk after a...a...ooh, that feels good," Jenny continued as I took further action and took her unpierced nipple into my mouth, enjoying the sensation of it being flesh only. "And we...we were sat on the sofa and...Oh God, Michael. We got closer, giggling and...Oh shit...I asked her if she had ever been with a girl?"

"Had she?" I asked, whilst my eyes were fixed on Mel, sucking on Hugh's cock, until someone moved behind her, someone I knew all too well, someone I knew better as "Sir"...my boss, Frank Forrester. Frank moved behind Mel, his hand softly stroking her backside, a touch Mel seemed familiar with as her eyes lidded in delight at his caresses. Mel looked back and I could see her mouth the word "Frank" whilst laughing. Frank knelt forward, his tool in his hand, rubbing it up and down Mel's pussy. Mel bit her lip, all girly, and then nodded as he slowly slipped his monster inside Mel, her eyes closing in delight as she turned back around to face Hugh's cock and restarted chugging it down, the three of them moving together like they were one.

"She said...she hadn't " breathed Jenny, her eyes watching Mel too, as she continued with the story. "We both leant forward and kissed, giggling as we did at the silliness of what we were...Hmmm...doing. Oh yeah! And then we...Ooh!...we stopped giggling," Jenny remarked as I moved my face back up to hers and our lips moved against each other, our eyes closed, the image of Mel and the story of the lesbian tryst put on hold as I wanted to experience the joy of Jenny's mouth on mine.

"What happened next?" I asked, opening my eyes and gazing across at Mel who looked like she was in heaven with Frank's cock pounding into her from behind with long deliberate strokes and Hugh's thick cock in her mouth.

"We stopped giggling and I felt Mel unbutton my blouse and...fucking hell...grab my breasts," Jenny sighed as I moved my finger in her tight insides to try and find her G-Spot whilst my palm moved against her clit. Mel and her two fellas all moved so she was upright on her knees with one hand on Hugh's tool and another on Frank's as he bent over to Mel and they both smooched like teenagers, both Hugh and Frank standing either side of Mel as she looked at both tools, her mind racing as to what to do before she took Frank's member in her mouth, her hand moving up and down Hugh's rod.

"What else?" I asked as I moved my mouth over Jenny's left nipple, my tongue moving round the rough surface enjoying the feeling of it swelling beneath my tongue.

"Ugh...she...oh yeah...Mel removed my top and my bra and moved her hand down my jeans and...HOOOO...pressed two fingers against me," Jenny whimpered. I took that as a cue and moved two fingers onto her clit, rolling them round her nub. I looked back over at Mel to see where she was at, and her position had changed again. She was now rolling her hips up and down Hugh's tool, her face showing just how much pleasure she was getting from his stubby rod, as her cheeks hollowed whilst her mouth sucked on Frank's stiffy, although I was distracted somewhat as Jenny gripped my tool.

"Carry...fuck...carry on with...your er...your story," I managed to mutter, as her hand moved slowly down my length, before my mouth went back to Jenny's nipples, standing up like tiny bullets.

"I started...HMMM! Pulling at her clothes till...oh my stars...till we were both naked and...OOH...and then I leant back and..." Jenny continued as my eyes were again focussed on Mel who now had someone else paying her attention. Mel was rolling her hips up and down Hugh's tool whilst he was resting on his arms, leaning up to suck on Mel's incredible tits, whilst she now had two standing suitors on either side of her, one being Frank the other being Doctor Bart, her hands moving down both of their erections as she looked up dolefully at them, yearning their approval as she occasionally lost concentration and closed her eyes in bliss at the pleasure Hugh was giving her.

"You leant back and what?" I questioned, as I reached round Jenny and pulled her right to me, her eyes going wide in joyful shock at the move, her eyes locked on mine as her hand moved up and down my cock and my fingers played with her pussy, my hand loving the feeling of hairs against my palm, before she leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine, her hand caressing my jaw as her tongue lolled lazily against my firmer more urgent movements.

"She...that's good...she moved her face between my...fucking hell...legs and...started licking me," Jenny breathed, her face inches away from mine. In my mind I could just imagine the two of them, younger and naked, Mel's tits hanging down as she moved her face between Jenny's legs, the slim blonde with her bobbed hair looking down and submitting to Mel's hunger whilst her tongue danced across her quim. I could feel my desire peaking, the lust growing in Jenny's eyes as she looked at me. I moved round and knelt between her legs, pulling them toward me and plonking her on her back. I moved over her and aimed my cock at her opening. Although I wanted to watch her mouth wrap around my end, taste her pussy lips and enjoy her new and interesting flavour, there was something else I was craving from her, an intimacy, a closeness. Jenny reached down to my cock and moved the head inside her, my hips then doing the rest as I bundled my meat into her warm, welcoming wetness. "Oh, fucking Hell, that's nice," Jenny said, her face inches from mine.

"More," I advised her as I started to roll my hips, moving my dick in and out of her sumptuous snatch. "Tell me more of your time with Mel".

"OH FUCK!" screamed Mel. Jenny and I looked over at what was happening next to us. Mel was leaning forward onto Hugh, trembling, with Hugh's dick in her pussy whilst Doctor Bart eased, carefully into her arse, the two men slowly grinding their hips into my Mel. She raised her head, a look of bewildered ecstasy on her features as Frank looked on, his hand moving up and down his tool as the two men enjoyed Mel's amazing body.

"Oh my God. She's fucking wild, isn't she?" Jenny asked in amazement upon seeing her friend let loose in such a display of wanton frenzy. I turned back to Jenny as I led on top of her and watched as her eyes came back to me. Those blue/grey/green circles sat in a pale milky ocean stared back at me. I'd always seen Jenny as Mel's skinny mate who I lusted after but probably shouldn't, but now, feeling her naked body beneath mine as I slowly rolled my cock inside her, watching her eyes glaze over upon each thrust, I realised she was so much more. I moved forward and kissed her, losing myself in the moment, our tongues dancing, our breaths combining, till I felt something cold and wet move down the crack of my backside.

"What the?" I said as I looked around and saw Sylvia there, an open bottle of lube in one hand and her other hand gliding up and down her plastic, strap-on rod.

"Hey there, Sarge," Sylvia responded as she looked down on me, her huge, frizzy mop of red hair making her look like a lion, and I wasn't looking forward to being fucked by a lion. I was just about to protest when I felt Jenny's finger against my face, moving my gaze back to her.

"Hey. It's okay," Jenny said, looking back at me. "The thought of this really turns me on," she continued. I thought for a moment before I turned back to face Sylvia and nodded.

"All right," Sylvia cackled as she pushed a gooey finger into my anus, lubing and loosening me up, before inserting another finger. I relaxed as I gently maintained my rhythm in and out of Jenny, the devilish pixie whose eyes were glistening with mischievous delight at the thought of me getting pegged by Sylvia as I continued to fuck her. I felt Sylvia's hand on my back as she steadied herself, the head of the plastic strap-on pressed against my back passage. I relaxed myself as much as possible as I felt the artificial phallus sink into me a couple of inches. I opened my eyes and gazed at Jenny, whose look of desire spurred me on. I moved my cock out of her and eased back onto the dildo, as Jenny stared at me in wonder, impressed at my commitment before I moved forward and slammed my cock inside her, slowly moving back and then ramming her, building up a rhythm behind and in front of me. "Fucking Hell," commended Sylvia, moving little as I did the thrusting heavy lifting.

"Oh my fuck. This is so hot!" Jenny sighed as I started to fuck her with more urgency, every move causing her tiny breast to jiggle in delight, the sweat rolling down her body, moving around where there was already dried cum stains, the artificial dick stretching my arse as it went in and out, stroking past my prostate with each movement, sending a shock of delight through me every time. I looked to my right to see Mel now had Hugh and Bart thrusting into her and Frank in her mouth, her face awash in sensuous overload. She seemed to be consumed with lust, just wanting, needing more, almost as though as much as she could take was still not enough, as Hugh moved his hips up and down and Bart mowed his backside back and forward into Mel whilst Frank held down his tool and fed it into Mel's awaiting mouth as she sucked on it like it was a tube feeding her oxygen, all three of the men around her wearing deliriously joyous expressions as Mel pleasured all of them.

"That's the hottest thing I've ever seen," said Jenny as my thrusts sped up and Sylvia placed her hands on my shoulders to steady herself. I looked at Jenny as she jiggled beneath me, her teeth biting gently on her bottom lip as I slid inside her tightness. Jenny turned back to Mel and I did too, watching the spectacle as Bart pulled his dick out of Mel's backside and splashed his seed all over her buttocks, Mel then dismounted Hugh and jerked him off, his cum flying through the air and landing on his own stomach before she moved on her knees over to Frank's tool and started gobbling him with gusto, her hand working his shaft as she combined sucking on his end and licking around his glans to tremendous effect, so much so that Frank lifted his head back and splattered his semen into Mel's mouth and on her tits. I couldn't take any more as the toy behind me tickled my arse while Jenny's cunt milked my cock on every movement, I removed my cock from her snatch and let go, the hot thickness spurting all over Jenny’s abs, her eyes going wide in surprise as mine did too. As I felt a minor moment of calm I leant forward and kissed her.

"That was pretty wild," Sylvia remarked as she let the phallus slip outside me. I turned to face the woman that had penetrated my arse. I wasn't finished with her yet.

"You ain't going anywhere," I remarked before turning back to Jenny. "May I?"

Jenny nodded and I got up and cupped Sylvia's face, kissing her as we tumbled back together, I had to move the cock to the side as it was pressing against my stomach.

"Is that a truncheon you're carrying or are you just pleased to see me?" Sylvia queried.

"I could ask you the same question," I quipped before moving back, unclipping her strap-on and removing it, tool first from her hips.

"Cocks!" Sylvia remarked as I looked at the ornament, my own member still standing upright. I leant forward and slipped the better part of myself inside Sylvia.

"Fanny!" I retorted back as I moved my cock inside her wet pussy. I watched as she "oohed" and then giddily laughed as my length went inside her. I leant back and gripped her thighs pulling her so her bottom was off the ground and allowing me to get further inside her welcoming snatch, her breasts flopping over her chest, her hair spread all over the floor behind her. I'd seen her fucking before but the two of us had been separated by walls or doors or glass, however now seeing her body naked close-up whilst feeling her sloppy opening grip my tool was fantastic. Her legs felt squishy yet firm, and her boobs were great to watch as they moved every time I slid inside, in the way only real boobs could, and there were plenty of real boobs here.

I looked up and could see Byron Butcher enjoying the naked body of the shoplifter, Tina Tutor, as he fucked her whilst she was on all fours.  The supermarket manager seemed to relish ploughing into her like that, almost as if it was revenge fucking for her taking something from his store, his arse rising and falling rhythmically against her cheeks, and judging by the angle and the expression on her face he was sliding deep into her arse.

"Oh, Byron!" Tina yelled as her face expressed pain and pleasure in equal measure.

"Call me Mr Butcher," Byron requested as he continued to plow into her buttocks, both his and Tina's bodies glistening with sweat as he thrust inside her at an unusual angle, his features sneering deliriously as Tina's tight anus gripped his slender cock as he pumped it inside her. Beyond them I could see had Mel walk over to Trent, wrap her arms around his shoulders and kiss him, only to be joined by Talia behind her, moving Mel's hair and kissing the back of her neck whilst her hands roamed over Mel's breasts before my wife turned to look back at Talia and kiss her right back, their tongues meeting as Trent moved his hand down between Mel's thighs. In spite of the sex with three guys Mel seemed to be insatiable tonight, wanting to fuck like a demon.

"She's amazing!" Sylvia remarked. I looked down at the red-headed vixen and leant forward so we were on a little angle as I began to glide deep inside. She smiled up at me and then blew me a kiss before returning her gaze to the assorted people in the room. I looked back towards Mel and could see that Trent was biting and pulling on her left nipple ring as Talia licked the gooey innards of Mel's pussy. A few feet away Jenny was kissing Catherine, their contrast being even more extreme than her and Mel. Behind Jenny Frank appeared, his cock at half-mast after all the exertions. He moved behind Jenny as she and Catherine's mouths explored each other, his hand moving over her pert, barely there, but wonderful boobs.

Meanwhile further in I could see Martin being gobbled by his sister-in-law as she was being taken from behind by the simple giant big bad...well, just John. John was thrusting with quite some power causing Martine's mouth to be pushed forward onto her brother-in-law's tool, her eyes wide with shock and glee, no doubt because of what John was packing. Martin's head was back with a serene smile on his face due to the somewhat forced blowjob his sister-in-law's pounding was giving him, eventually Martin removed his cock and pointed it at Martine's mouth, his load splashing on her tongue and cheek before John, behind her, dumped his gooey load on her back.  Martine tumbling to the ground exhausted after being mercilessly reamed by that monster tool he was packing.

I looked back down to Sylvia whose eyes had returned to me, her arms above her head, her face almost as flush as her hair. My landlady smiled up at me and I down at her. Since I hit town there had been this flirty nature between us but there was nothing flirty about this as my cock moved inside her.

"Fuck me hard, Sergeant," Sylvia asked, before biting her lip, provocatively. I did not need asking twice and began to pound into her quicker, our hips smacking louder, but still barely audible over the moans, cries and slapping sounds that were happening around us like an auditory aphrodisiac, building like a sexual symphony as the noise of lust around us dazzled the senses as I ploughed into her, grinding myself against her clit as I did so. I could see from her face that the swell of the room around her, the visuals, the sounds of the orgy unfolding appeared to cascade through Sylvia's senses as her left leg began to tremble as she wrapped it around me. I looked down at her and chuckled as I built the pace even more, allowing the atmosphere around me to dictate my tempo, my buttocks moving in and out of Sylvia like they were paced by a metronome, her breathing quickening like she was racing the hundred metres, her nipples standing to attention like they'd been teased with ice before her legs went tight around me.

"AAAGGGH! FUCK, THAT'S GOOD!" Sylvia exclaimed as her body tensed as her pussy quivered around my cock, before she went limp beneath me. I leant forward and placed my lips at her ear.

"Can I count that as this month's payment for the room?" I asked. Sylvia laughed, her insides squeezing my dick as she did.

"No. Fuck off," replied Sylvia with a sly giggle. I bent down and kissed her then left to see what other jollies I could experience at this event. I could see that Talia and Mel were now led on their sides their faces between each other's legs with Trent nowhere in sight. I looked around to see where he was and he was sat on a mat with Sara's blonde head bobbing up and down his length. Trent had his head back, enjoying the teenager's efforts before he looked over at me and gave me a wave, which I awkwardly reciprocated. My eyes then drew over to Jenny, now sat down leaning back against, and kissing, Shaun whilst Frank sucked on her small breasts, really making her nipples pop into a delightfully weird shape as his fingers massaged Jenny's sopping snatch.

"Hey you," a voice came behind me. I turned to see Steph, the young brunette who was Sara's friend stroll her naked self over to me, giving me a hug as she did so. I wrapped my arms around her, my tool pressing, nay, aching against her stomach. "I didn't know you'd be here," Steph remarked.

"I didn't know I'd be here," I replied with a smirk as my eyes travelled down Steph's torso again as she eyed mine. "You here with Sara, I see".

"Mmmm. You?" Steph asked.

"I'm here with my wife," I responded, pointing over to where she was. She was kneeling whilst wildly bobbing her head up and down Martin's semi-hard member, as if she was trying to breathe life back into it. Talia meanwhile was led on the floor underneath Mel, her face between her thighs, eyes closed as she tasted Mel's juicy pussy that must have been wet to overflowing by now. Mel's eyes were closed but she seemed to have an expression that bordered on some sort of sexual mania. It was a look I'd never seen before.

"Well, no good us two standing here gawping. Why don't I give this guy a test run?" Steph enquired as she handled mini-Mike, who hadn’t been mini for the entre evening.

"Go for it," I suggested, and was then taken aback as Steph enthusiastically wrestled me to the ground then placed a leg either side of my hips. Conversation, kissing and foreplay were redundant at this stage of the night. Steph and I both knew what she wanted and she climbed over me, grabbing my dick and aiming it at her already ready snatch, sinking down on me with a look of intense satisfaction on her face.

"Oh fucking Hell!" Steph exclaimed, as she placed her hands either side of my head and then sank all the way along my length, till she was fully down so we were hip to hip. "Oh, that's nice," she remarked as she let out a small, gleeful laugh. I moved my hands around her back as she started to ride me. My cock was feeling almost pained due to the level of arousal I was experiencing. I looked around me, which one couldn't help but do as Steph continued to bounce joyously on me. I could see that Jenny had changed position and was led on her side with Shaun led behind her, feeding his schlong inside her glorious pussy, his hands on her breasts acting as leverage whilst Frank waved his rod in front of Jen's face, only for her to look up at the old timer and suggestively opened her mouth, just waiting for him to feed it to her, which he did.

Meanwhile Catherine was standing side-on between DC Barber and DS Booker, the two moustachioed lotharios kissing either shoulder as she stood with her hands wrapped around their flagging cocks that were now only semi-hard but getting there. Catherine noticed my looking and smiled over at me. I felt my dick twitch inside Steph as she slid down my length and I nodded back before looking back at Steph, her long black hair draping down over her right shoulder. I moved my attention back to her as I rolled my tongue around what looked like a newly ripened nipple.

"URGH! YES!" Steph yelled, through gritted teeth. I smiled as I nibbled on the textured flesh, marvelling how every nipple I'd nibbled on this night had tasted and felt so different to the one before. Jenny's nipple felt smoother but thicker than Steph's. Speaking of Jenny I moved my gaze back over to where I'd seen her previously and could see her bouncing on Frank's tool, Shaun now somewhere else in the room. She was moving slowly up and down his hips. I don't know how Frank was doing it, but he looked to be in absolute heaven as the pale beauty slithered up and down his girth, rolling her backside and hips as she did, my cock twitched further watching her.

I moved my gaze up to Mel and could see that my view was obscured as Talia and Mel were now surrounded by a number of different men, including Shaun, Martin and Doctor David amongst others as the two women sucked down on their dicks whilst manually stimulating the others. I imagined they'd be nothing but a sticky mess in a short while judging by the reactions they were provoking in those standing around them.

I looked up at Steph whose face was now pink and contorted as she slid up and down my length, her chest red, her face pointing upward, the young woman lost in the moment as her slender naked form writhed over me, her body seeming to glow like she was sunburnt she was so turned on. Eventually she began to gurgle and opened her mouth but no sound came, until eventually she exploded around my cock.

"NNNGGH! GOD, THAT'S IT. OH!" Steph yelled. I don't know if the orgasm was from her riding me, from a build-up before but I was always going to take the win. Steph tumbled forward onto me and remained there for a second before she then moved off. For a moment we just led there, the room swimming with sound of the orgy around us. For a moment it felt like I was submerged underwater, the moans of pleasure like undulating waves.

I got up and tried to see Mel, but couldn't make her out among the throng of bodies. I could see Jenny who had her hand between Doctor Deborah's legs as her hand was between Jenny's, the two of them exploring each other stood up, not quite a competition but certainly a desire was going between them to get the other off, their two bodies contrasting again in different ways, with Jenny's slim frame and blonde spiky hair so different from Deborah's firmer but impressive body and black bobbed haircut. There was an intensity going between them and the occasional smile and kiss. Having just finished for a second time I was slightly wiped but seeing the two of them was turning me on all over again, however, it was at that moment the night shifted. I watched as Frank rocked back from Michelle, his hand clutching his chest, a look of concerned confusion on his face. I knew what was happening straight away and ran over as Frank collapsed. In a second he went from being this robust, resilient figure to a frail old man, his face gaunt, his neck fragile, his muscles loose.

"IS THERE A DOCTOR IN THE HOUSE?!" I shouted, knowing damn well that there were several. Doctor Deborah was over the quickest.

"FRANK! Oh my God, Frank!" Deborah exclaimed, covering her mouth in shock and instantly tearing up at seeing him like this, before she composed herself and pressed a finger to his neck, working out his pulse rate in her head. Before she looked in the faces of the people standing about, seeking specific people out for assistance immediately.

"Bart, we need an ambulance here right away. Sylvia, is there a cushion I can get for his head? David, go to my car, get my bag there should be something in there to stabilise him, Sergeant..." Deborah stated, free of tone. "Get my clothes, get dressed and get everyone out of here".

"Right," I replied, quickly working out which of the three was a priority. "OKAY, FOLKS, PLEASE LISTEN! I need you all to back up and give us room to help Frank, if you can just back-up and give us some room that would be great. Okay?"

The assorted throng moved back and took seats around the huge ballroom watching as Deborah tried to calm Frank while she spoke softly to him. I walked to the exit where I'd come in and then darted back down the corridor to where I'd gotten undressed, quickly putting my police gear back on and then trying to work out where on God's green Earth Doctor Deborah's clothes could be before correctly guessing they were in the cloakroom. I ran back, slowing to a strident walk as I entered with all of the Doctor's clothes. By now the others were back and Deborah had administered an injection to try and stabilise Frank.

"Has anyone called Dani?" I asked the assorted people, only to be met by blank faces. "I'll ring her. I'll get her to meet us at the hospital," I said as the mood of the night went from a passionate celebration of life to a reminder of its fragility.

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The next few hours passed by so quickly I barely had time to think about my own situation. Dani was waiting at the hospital in tears when we showed up. Frank was taken in to be assessed with Dani and Deborah in tow, neither of them wanting to leave his side.

Once the morning came round the news came out that he'd experienced a stroke, but for now he was fine. That awkward conversation Frank had avoided with Dani he was now forced to have. Dani took it as badly as anyone could expect, with her and Deborah both in tears at the prospect of losing a man they loved.

Acting on instinct I gave Dani the rest of the day off and went back to the station to announce what had happened and allocate duties for the day.  In light of what had occurred I put myself as a place-holder chief till Frank could cone back. After an hour however, even I had to face the fact that I could do no more after being awake all night. I headed back to the hotel and headed back to the honeymoon suite. I was not going to be denied sleeping in that bed now.

I entered the room and looked at the bed in delighted shock. Beneath the covers were Jenny and Mel, with the pale blonde spooning brunette Mel. I could only see their arms and shoulders but they appeared to be naked from what was showing.  I smiled, feeling that, in spite of what a traumatic night it'd been that I'd fallen out of the lucky tree, hit every branch and landed in my fantasy threesome, but it wasn't time for that. I slipped off my own clothes, climbed in bed still covered in assorted gunk, and spooned Jenny who smelt as though she had showered.

"Hmmm," Jenny sighed as my hard torso settled in behind her. I wrapped my arm around her and Mel and plonked my head on the pillow, wanting sleep to take me in and take me over. Eyes closed I could feel the tiredness pulling over me like a thick warm blanket, but, I could also feel Jenny moving her arse back and forward against my hips, my tool responding to her movements.

"Hmmm," I echoed back as I held onto Mel and used her as leverage for my movements against Jenny. A vague sense of guilt momentarily washed over me, but as my cock hardened against Jenny's naked behind that sense of guilt left my body like an exorcised demon. I moved my hips back and forward, my stiffy now sliding up down her crack, the small crevice of her buttocks easing down my length. I thought after everything I was done with sex for the day, but clearly Jenny had other ideas. I felt her hand reach around as she moved back and slid her leg over my hips, tweaking our position to aid accessibility. I moved my hips and my cock moved smoothly inside her.

"Hooooh!" sighed Jenny, as I started to slowly ease in and out of her slippery snatch, her moist insides welcoming me every time I moved, gripping my rod as it filled her. I moved my hand off Mel and moved them to Jenny's breast, making sure my fingers moved either side of the nipple as it slipped down between my fingers till it got all the way to the knuckle.

"Oof, yeah," I whispered as I moved with more intensity, trying to pick up a bit of speed but without moving wildly to wake Mel.

"Hmmm, that's perfect," Jenny whimpered as she moved her hips back against me, the two of us drawing in quick but quiet breaths as we tried to stealthily fuck each others brains out, me holding Jenny as Jenny held Mel, all three of us counterpoints to Jenny and I having near silent sex. "Come inside me Michael, fill me up," Jenny begged. I looked at the back of that beautifully short, almost white-blonde hair that was spiking all over the place and realised I wanted to do just that. I looked at her slim neck and moved my head forward, kissing tonguing and nibbling on the back it.

"Holy fucking God!" Jenny exclaimed as quietly as possible as my rolling pressure round her nipple, nibbles on the back of her neck and ever speeding thrusts seem to tip her over the edge of the sexual abyss and she came around my cock, her hand reaching around and grabbing my buttocks, holding my in place to make sure I didn't move whilst her lower region was so sensitive, only after her hand left my cheek did I begin to resume my movements, rocking myself in and out of her as my dick throbbed longingly inside her as I sought to release myself deep into Jenny, her bum moving back against me as she turned to look at me with an intensity that was so beguiling I couldn't take any more.

"Fuck yeah, take it!" I moaned as I came deep inside her, my hot seed filling her insides. I moved forward so I was spooning her so tightly I could feel her ribs contracting under every breath, our breathing synching as my cock remained buried deep within her pussy.

"NGGH-GRRFFNGRRD!" snored Mel, as Jenny's arm was still draped over her. Jenny and I couldn't help but stifle a giggle at that, my dick getting squeezed as her laugh caused her pussy to squeeze it back to life. I turned Jenny's face to mine and kissed her slowly as I started to move intensely and deliberately inside her again.

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ONE YEAR LATER

The cottage once fumigated was lovely, more than a fitting place for me to start my life again, although I did not expect to be on the receiving end of two promotions in a year, the second of which was in far more tragic circumstances.

Frank passed away five months after his heart attack. In that time I filled in his role on a temporary basis for the village, always hoping that Frank would return and normality would resume, but it never did. Deborah moved-in with Frank under the guise that he needed someone around more to take care of him, but we all knew the real reason was she wanted to spend as much time with Frank as possible. The first week she moved in to "take care" of him the only people that saw the two of them that week were delivery drivers as they never left the house.

After that arrangement began they took a few short trips overseas, went on a Mediterranean cruise, but you could see in his face that age and time were not on his side and seven months ago he passed away in his sleep. Dani was as distraught as I'd seen her and needed a month of compassionate leave just to get to the right side of functional. Hugh and I both stepped up to provide grief counselling and create support groups for everyone at this tough time. I heard so many amazing stories about how Frank had affected people here over the years in big and small ways, from raising a fund for some first-time parents to be a character reference for a child's application to a prestigious university, back when those things mattered. It made filling in for the man all the more daunting and upsetting.

To add to that I also had to contend with the end of my marriage to Mel. We kept going until a few week's after Frank's funeral but we had to accept that there was no chance for us going forward, the trust issue we had were too great, especially in an environment where there was always a new temptation behind every door, for both of us. I'd made peace with that now and, due to the special circumstances of us living in Forston we still saw each other and still enjoyed each other's bodies often. It's not like the FSO was going to disband due to Frank's passing, in fact the latest meeting is in a week's time.

PING

I looked at my phone which brought me out of my reflective state and could see a shopping list containing a variety of items; yoghurt, milk, ice cream and beans. I knew better than to wait for tonight to get them and headed out of the staton to drop them off now.

"Hey. where you off?" Sergeant Danielle Forrester asked as I headed out.

"Personal errand. Think you can hold the fort till I get back?" I queried.

"I dunno. It's pretty chocka round here, innit?" Dani replied with a grin. I knew my newly appointed sergeant could handle any situation that came her way and I headed out to get the list, giving a wave to the security camera outside the Safeway Superstore as I headed in, knowing that Byron was more than likely in his office spying on his CCTV monitors the same way Roger Rider was back at the station. I headed in to the Greek style natural yoghurt section and pondered which one I needed to pick to make sure it was the right one when my thought process was interrupted.

"Hey! You trying to move that natural style greek yoghurt with the power of your mind or are you gonna buy one?" an earthy voice echoed behind me. I turned to face a stunning brunette I'd known for a huge portion of my life.

"Hey, you. How's it going?" I asked.

"Good, good. You?" Mel asked as she smiled back at me. I waited till she played with her hair before looking down her body. She was wearing jogging pants and a gym top, her hair back in a bun, indicating she was heading to the leisure centre and gym rather than away from it.

"Very good. I've not seen you for a few weeks. You been away?" I asked.

"Yeah, just back in from London.  I was just sorting some work stuff out. Back now though," Mel replied, smiling back at me, looking radiant. "By the way, Hugh and I were heading round to Talia's and Trent's place this weekend. You fancy coming?"

"Er...I'll ask the other half and get back to you on that," I answered, taking in just how truly amazing she looked. "I've heard they've got a new game they're wanting to try".

"Yeah, it's called..."

"Fantasy!" we both replied at once before giggling. It was nice seeing that we still had that connection where we knew what the other was going to say. "Well, I'll see you there, then," I remarked, before leaning in for a kiss that Mel responded to, her mouth meeting mine and enjoying the sensation. I watched her as she left, her arse swaying from side to side before she looked back at me to see me watching her, and flashing me a smile.

I guess that's what made things easier and weirder about our split. The fact that she moved in with Hugh may have made it more unbearable, but because the village was so open sexually, it meant that we were still physically intimate quite often and this acted almost like a release valve to the grief we felt at the relationship ending. As I watched her backside move side to side I couldn't help but think the last time I saw it which was when I had her bent over a sofa in one of the rooms up at the manor house as I was taking her from behind, my dick sliding between her tan-lined cheeks as I had her bent over and was biting her shoulder and feeling those magnificent breasts as she ground and rolled her arse into me. God, she could fuck like a machine and just the thought of the next game night at Talia's was getting me hard.

PING

I looked down at the message on my phone.

Where's my stuff?

I replied to the message with an equally prompt reply.

On my way.

I grabbed the produce as quick as I could and headed back to the squad car, racing back to the cottage, heading inside with all the stuff and announcing my presence as soon as I got there.

"I'm back!" I yelled, looking around downstairs to be met by no-one. I quickly fathomed that I must have a present waiting for me upstairs. I brought the yoghurt with me as I figured she wanted it for lunch. "I saw Mel today at the supermarket. She and Hugh are going to Talia and Trent's this weekend for a game night. Thought it might be good for us."

I opened the bedroom door and there was Jenny, led on the bed wearing a white negligee. I smiled as I looked at her blossoming boobs and three-month bump.  For some reason pregnancy had made her feel more horny rather than less. Her hair had grown and she was back to having a cute, blonde, bob haircut. I loved it on her. Who was I kidding I loved all of her.

After Mel and I split Jenny stuck around to console Mel and I which progressed to all three of us becoming closer, eventually after one night when I was dropping her off at her hotel I had gone to hug her and we'd kissed. It was nothing new in Forston people kissed all the time, but I knew the kiss meant more, felt more, and after that we tumbled into her suite and spent the next four hours exploring each other alone. It was close, it was intimate, it was revelatory, and now here she was, expecting after less than a year together. I guess sometimes when you know, you just know. I handed her the yoghurt and the spoon.

"Thanks...but this isn't for me," Jenny replied with an intoxicating hint of a smile.

"No?" I queried.

"No. It's for you," replied Jenny, and with that she unfastened the negligee, opened the yoghurt and let it tumble across her chest. I chuckled at her as she let out a tiny scream at the cold whilst I unfastened my shirt. I glanced down at the bedside table as the black ball of destiny caught the light of the late morning sun. I grabbed the orb and shook it whilst I asked my question.

"Am I going to enjoy my lunch today?"

I looked down and the tiny triangle appeared in the window.

it is certain.

That was good enough for me.

The end.

And that’s it.  The end of the crazy escapades of the residents of Forston.  Let me know what you thought of it and hopefully I’ll see you all again real soon.

Ciao!