Part 3
NOTE
Panic disorder and obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD) are both classified as anxiety disorders in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders; the manual mental health professionals use to guide them as they make a diagnosis. It’s not uncommon for a person to be diagnosed with both of these disorders, which are each marked by excessive worry and fear. However, OCD is a distinct disorder with its own set of criteria, symptoms, and treatment.
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I watched my brother fucking again through my video cam. For some reason he hadn’t removed it and I was free to watch all his conquests at will. I was happy to see Louise was back and she had lost weight. I watched as my brother took her roughly as she lay flat on her back. Her skin was taut and her boobs didn’t roll around as much as when I first viewed her. Her loss of weight had no effect on her sexual enjoyment as she was on the way to screaming the house down as I had my hand up my skirt rubbing my panties against my pussy in time to her cries. I had become so used to her noises approaching climax that I was able to time my wanking so we would cum together.
Louise screamed out her orgasm as I fingered my wet panties, biting my hand to stifle my cries as we simultaneously cum.
Another pair of soiled panties for Jamie I thought to myself as I smiled in the afterglow of my orgasm and slipped them off.
I held the panties sodden with my love juice up to the light. He’ll like these I said to myself, smirking as I put them in a box with a collection of my pussy stained panties. I pulled back the carpet, lifted two floorboards and hid the box there in my bedroom.
Later we were all around the kitchen table drinking tea with Jamie and Louise both in their post-coitus robes fumigating the air with the aroma of sex.
“Did you enjoy the show?” asked Louise with a twinkle in her eye. Surprising me, as I didn’t know for sure if they knew I watched.
“She doesn’t watch anymore,” Interjected Jamie. “Too busy dreaming of her meter reading friend of hers,” he said dejectedly.
“Oh, and how do you know that?” asked Louise.
“Her panties are drier than the Sahara’s ever since she found out she could face a cock without puking.”
“Jamie!” I cried, “Do you mind.”
“Its all right Maria love, he tells me everything,” informed Louise.
I looked at Jamie startled, Louise was a good friend but not so good to know that I once had Jamie’s cock in my mouth.
“That’s curious,” mused Louise, “I would have thought her panties would have been dripping wet with her meter reading dream on her mind.”
I tried to bluff it out and carried on talking, “Anyway, I don’t know where he lives, so I will have to wait for a few months until the next reading is due.”
“I can help you with that,” informed Louise.
“How?”
“Maria, I’m a policewoman, it’s one of the perks of the job, do you still have his coat?”
The thought of finding my meter reader made me burst with joy.
“Oh, thank you, Louise!” I blurted, instantly standing up to give her a hug.
“We’ll take a trip to the water board tomorrow afternoon,” informed Louise with a wicked smile on her face.
“Great, what time?”
“After I’ve had my legs around your neck and you’ve made me cum twice my dear,” she saucily teased.
“Lou, you’re insatiable!”
“Well?” She insisted.
“Deal!” I hastily bid and gave her a big kiss.
Getting Louise to cum a second time took an age. I lapped at her post cum moistened pussy with an aching jaw as my fingers pumped her internally. She demanded I be naked when I gave her demanded oral sex and of course I obeyed. She gave a reason for once and said, “I may wish to taste your nectar if I feel like it.”
I worked away at her coalface; my face covered in her pussy juice and began to hear her recognisable pre-orgasm sounds. I pumped her harder and lapped away with more vigour and eventually took her over the edge. She yelled out her pleasure as she cum and I lapped at her cunt. I kept going until her body jerked and she pushed me away as I made her over sensitive.
I fell to the floor exhausted; my naked body taking a slight carpet grazes as I fell.
“Fucking hell Lou, that was hard work, I didn’t think you’d ever cum!” I joked.
“Was it? It was really relaxing from where I was laying,” she giggled, “come on let’s go.”
“Oh, let me get my breath back,” I begged, “And get some feeling back in my jaw!”
I watched Louise put on her uniform as I slipped into my jeans and jumper. She looked a sexy, formidable, dominant policewoman. Who wouldn’t obey her every word I sighed in admiration.
I was confused as to why she wanted me naked, as she didn’t show any sign of wanting to return my oral favour and then ordering me to wear a pair of jeans and a jumper with no bra or panties.
“You’ll see,” was all Louise would say as I watched her pull up the zip on her skirt.
We set off in Louise’s police car, and it was very evident that all the other motorists were obeying her just by her very presence. The way they carefully gave way to her somehow made me feel uneasy, and I hoped the water board headquarters wasn’t too far away.
Louise stopped one motorist for using his mobile phone while driving and gave him a severe dressing down. He bowed his head in shame to my bitch mistress in a uniform, and I couldn’t help getting turned on.
We arrived at the water companies head offices and found the department that dealt with the reading of meters.
“How can I help?” nervously asked the supervisor doing his best to keep professional.
“We’re looking for the meter reader for the Newlands estate,” said Louise with a distinguished air of authority.
“Do you mind if I asked why?”
“Nothing official we would just like to return his coat,” she explained.
“Oh, for a minute I thought we had done something wrong,” he sighed in relief.
“No, no, no I’m just returning it in turn for a favour.”
The supervisor twitched with uncertainty.
“If you leave the coat with me I’ll make sure Garth gets it,” the supervisor suggested.
My mind lit up with excitement, Garth, so that’s his name, I thought, in my fantasy’s I always had him as a David or Martin.
“I’d like to return it in person if you don’t mind, I’ve a few personal things I’d like to discuss with him,” Louise pressed.
“I don’t know, its not strictly company policy,” said the supervisor uneasily
“If in future, I can do anything for you I’ll make sure I’ll do everything in my power to help, and remember the police have long memories.
I read the address as we sped away, “Thank you, Lou,” I gushed feeling elated at the possibilities knowing where Garth lived, “He only lives about five miles from my house,” I swooned getting more delirious holding the note to my breast. I looked up and realised we were travelling in the direction of Garth’s house, and I suddenly became nervous. “We’re not going to his house now are we?” I restlessly asked not ready to face my unrequited love wearing only old jeans and bra-less.
Louise looked at me and grinned, “No we’re not going to see him, but I haven’t finished having fun with you yet!”
