lavatory felt rather sheepish as he walked into the vestibule at the char's refuge, an anonymous unit behind a down town shopping mall.

"Hi, I ‘ m john Barnes, I think Sarah, my wife, is here ?"he said awkwardly as he approached the receipt desk.

"That will be the ‘ Sour faced little cow with scandalmongering hair ?"the receptionist queried.

"Er I was joking,"John admitted,"When I filled the form in."

"Oh well it describes her quite well,"The fair sex replied with an evil grin.

"She asked to see me ?"John explained.

"Yes, I know, the ungrateful little bitch,"the woman continued,"You had improve come through."

John followed her into the back room.

It was just a corridor a couple of metres wide. It stunk. The floor was polished Patrick Victor Martindale White tiles. Caucasian roofing tile also covered the lower walls up to waist height.

John had to do a two-base hit take. Every two metres or so a defenseless female backside projected through a hole in the wall. A wooden pole inserted at waist the kept the ass projecting into the room, six women in all.

A janitor with a mop leaned against the wall further down.

"Which one is she ?"the woman asked.

"I don't honestly know,"Saint John replied in confusion.

"They are only allowed to talk while you are fucking them,"the cleaning lady explained,"I suggest you narrow it down to a couple and return each one a try."

"What ?"Saint John exclaimed.

"These women come in complaining about being raped and abused, we sympathise and seek to rehabilitate the relationship. We believe that helpingwomen to empathize that the sex act is normal, modus operandi, cipher special but the married man love for his wife which leads him to seek to have sex with her is really special."

"Bloody pit,"John gasped.

"Of course of instruction some of the missy are just remain firm ins, not wife,"the woman explained.

John looked quite astonished.

"Oh cum now, its not that unknown,"the cleaning woman said,"Why I sometimes do a bout when we are quiet."

"I don't understand,"John explained shaking his head.

"beginning we get the Lady trust, we pamper them and get them all showered, coiffeured, manicured and perfumed."she grinned.

"And then ?"privy queried.

"Rob the janitor fucks them."She laughed,"In the corridor usually though round the back by the dust ABA transit number is equally good."

"What ? He rapes them ?"St. John the Apostle gasped.

"Hardly assault, more providing a divine service, usually they are gagging for it anyway and he always uses a condom,"she replied,"You see we ladies do need a in force shagging every now and again,"She blushed,"My name is Melissa by the way."

"Uh, toilet, yes."John the Divine said awkwardly.

"Does you wife shave ? genus Melissa asked.

"Er yes, partly,"John agreed. He caught Melissa's regard. She was about 35, he guessed, older than him, her chest swelled quite nicely in the crisp white doctors smock.

His expression asked the unverbalised question.

"Yes I do sometimes,"she said,"Would you like to see ?"

"Er no thanks,"John declined.

"Or see my boobies ?"she queried,"pot of boy like to play with my boobies ?"

"Er I just want to see Sarah."John explained.

"You need a piece of tail ?"Melissa enquired,"Are you missing her ?"

"No I can't use the damn washing simple machine and the Thomas Kid are doing my top dog in."he admitted.

"Oh well I can't help with domestic chores,"Melissa admitted,"But I'm horny and I'm on receipt all night so it looks like I only have a pick of either you or Rob the janitor if I want to get laid."

Melissa unbuttoned her duster, her bra was sheer white with the cup cut away to reveal her nipples, her snowy suspender whang supported white stockings and her panty were bantam Patrick White lacing with a split crotch.

"No I want Sarah,"John insisted.

"Oh well if I can't temt you try turn three, as soon as you start fucking I'll remove her gag."genus Melissa sighed.

John walked up to no 3 and loosened his bloomers letting them precipitate to his genu

Her quim pouted and her ass looked inviting. but just a little too in high spirits to spear easily."Use the wooden blocks to adjust your height,"genus Melissa suggested.

John saw the batch of various sizing lumber on the floor, he selected a 50mm stoppage and stood on it. His rooster was exactly in line with her pouting glistening twat and with the loose energy he slid inside her.

"Oh Sarah I missed you !"he sighed.

Sarah's spokesperson came from behind him,"Then why are you fucking that whore ? You bastard !"

"You bitch !"he wailed. Melissa was laughing and King John craned his cervix to look at Sarah.

She was in a wheelchair being pushed by the janitor. A globe gag hung round her neck. Her branch were bound to the arms of the wheelchair, her ft bound to the footrest, her waist was bound to the back of the death chair with blue ropes matching those which encircled her breasts.

"What have you done to her !"John demanded.

"A vibrating butt plug, a vibrator up her pussy and a minuscule electric shock political machine up her pee hole,"Melissa explained,"In accession to what you can see."

"dear god,"St. John exclaimed but the woman was working her cunt muscles, milking John's dick."Oh fuck !"he proested but it was far too late and he shot his milky cum deep into a fair sex who he didn't know, had never spoken to and never seen.

"poor Sarah needed that cum John,"Melissa chided.

"motherfucker,"Sarah snapped,"Aggghhh"

"Don't swear,"Melissa chided,"I zapped her pee trap, she explained, I'll set her Dildoes to 7 for a few moments then zap her again, she usually orgasms when I do that.

John looked confused as his shrinking cock slipped from the young lady's cunt..

"It's all controlled from an app on my phone,"Melissa explained.

Sarah looked confused, she began perspiring and then she convulsed and began gasping.

"See she's having another coming, that's what 20 today ?"Melissa asked.

"19 from the Ds and 2 from my cock,"the janitor announced proudly.

"Really ? Have you been O/D ing on the Viagra again ?"genus Melissa asked,"Because lets face it she's no porn star."

"That's a bit harsh,"lavatory suggested as he looked for something to wipe his cock on.

"I suppose it depends on what sort of porn you watch,"Melissa suggested,"Babes or reality porn."

"I guess,"Gospel According to John agreed,"We were childhood sweethearts, sorting of grew up together."

"I can see why she got her claws into you but you could do so much better,"Melissa suggested. She undid the lower berth buttons on her dust coat and began to gently frig herself.

"Er,"I gasped

"John !"Sarah shouted,"Don't pass over your tool on your Aggggghhhhh !"

genus Melissa grinned,"Don't criticise your hubby, oasis't you learned anything ?"

Sarah glared an icy glare as the dildo and butt male plug slowly accelerated from speed 7 towards max."Oh fuck not again,"she protested,"Noooooo."

"She needs a cock to suck,"genus Melissa said knowingly. She slipped across to Sarah's slope and expertly slipped a ring gag between Sarah's teeth."So go on Saint John the Apostle, put it in her mouth."

"I'm not grueling and it needs a wipe,"John said apologetically.

"That's what a married woman's mouth is for, cleaning rooster,"Melissa explained,"How on world is she supposed to determine without your help."

whoremonger found sticking his cock in Sarah's oral cavity was soft said than done, she was trussed securely into the wheelchair but she turned her head until th janitor held her cheeks and even then he had to stand awkwardly with legs splay each position of the chair.

His putz started to swell as he felt Sarah'tongue and sassing and she started to choke exciting him further. His knob end tickled her palatine tonsil, his helmet cut her air supply and she started to cough sucking him further into her throat. The flavour was exquisite as he fucked her to death.

"Fuck her,"Melissa whispered,"Don't worry we have a defibrillator somewhere if she has a cardiac arrest."

"No, I can't"John protested but his aching testis proved him incorrect by producing a few more drip mold of creamy cum as his brawniness tried to pump every troy ounce of fluid from his discharge balls.

"Oh fuck she's stopped breathing !"he exclaimed, as he dragged his cock from her mouthpiece,"Sarah, Sarah !"

Sarah suddenly convulsed, coughed and gagged as Melissa zapped Sarah's pee hole with the app from her phone.

Sarah looked around wildly,"Its all right-hand favourite I'll take you plate,"John promised.

"But Saint John the Apostle, you fucked number three and she is a trained nanny,"Melissa suggested,"Come and meet her first."

Gospel According to John was shattered, two orgasms in ten minute, he needed to catch one's breath and could not resist as Melissa led him stave to the former English of the wall. Six girls all bent double with their asses through the paries. issue one a sour faced cow of about 60 with a red ball gag, no 2 was even honest-to-god, 4, 5 and 6 were fille from the amobarbital sodium Angel bothel above Timothy Whites on Inkerman street, and no 3 was like a angel, like the one with the coloured hair from Abba but with the blonde one's ass.

"Are you who fucked me ?"No 3 asked.

"Er yes, drear,"John apologised.

"Don't apologise it was nice, especially when you shoot your consignment,"she simpered.

"Annalise, number 3, is a lesbian and trying to get pregnant,"Melissa explained.

"Right ? Why ?"John asked in confusion.

"A bomb baster is so messy,"genus Melissa confirmed,"Much nicer to give birth it draft so to speak."

"Are you all a freight of perverts ?"John demanded suddenly.

"I guess,"the Janitor chipped in.

"All I want is my shirts ironed, the Kid looked after and a fuck when I feel like it,"John explained.

"Then you need a nanny and a woman of the street, not a wife,"Melissa explained,"Go domicile and think, think who made Sarah the way she is."

John thought carefully about who made Sarah the way she was, that moth-eaten hearted bitch of a mother of hers of course.

trick needed a drink, he went home via the pub, had a few small beers and ram home.

The Baby setting hen had gone when Saint John the Apostle got in. Sarah's mother Miriam was with the kids.

"Where the hell have you been !"she demanded.

"Out you stupid bitch, '' John pointed out,"Visiting your mean spirited frigid daugher of course."

"How daring you call Sarah such terribly names,"Miriam snapped.

"Why not, its true and its all your fault,"he explained,"All your snidey picayune input you frigid cow,"he shouted and went to slap her across the face.

She staggered back into the winged slow chair which toppled over backwards leaving her on her back with her legs feebly waving in thinly air.

"Where's that henpecked husband of yours ?"John demanded.

"rightfulness here old chap,"Geoffrey announced,"Splendid speech, I wish I'd had the grit to do it long time ago."

"Get me up !"Miriam protested.

"Nice legs shame about the face,"toilet suggested as he stared at Miriam's stocking clad legs and deficiency of panties.

"Fraid the old trout gets thrush if she wears pants,"Geoffrey sighed,"Reckons I gave her VD."

"Did you ?"John asked.

"Probably,"Geoffrey agreed,"I say would you mind awfully holding her shoulders while I fuck her, I don't often get the chance."

"To be reliable she's giving me a bit of a woody too."John admitted.

"Tell you what how about a 3 some,"Geoffrey suggested,"You can do the front to begin with and change ends half way like the nance !"

"No offensive activity but I spunked twice since tea prison term and she really is not my type."John apologised.

"Nor mine but any old trout in a storm,"Geoffrey agreed.

"We could dumbfound a Calluna vulgaris up her twat and make her sweep the terrace ?"John suggested flippantly.

"And a profligate up her ass so she can skim the lawn,"Geoffrey laughed.

"Are either of you imbeciles going to assist me up ?"Miriam demanded.

"No,"Geoffrey declared.

"Lets strip her naked and put her in the garden like a dog,"trick suggested,"LET face it she is a right bitch."

"Capital thought,"Geoffrey agreed, but by the time they had her bra off the olfactory property of awake cunt had their cocks stiffening.

"Me first I think,"Geoffrey suggested as he dropped his pinstripe trouser and aimed his prick unerringly into Miriams pouting snatch.

"Oh you bastard you total bastard !"Miriam protested as Geoffrey filled her nihility with his engorged manhood.

John watched for a few minutes but when Geoffrey started sucking Miriam's tits and saying he loved her he wandered off up to bed. He was almost asleep when Geoffrey came into his room,"Your turning old fella,"

"Bit knackered I'm afraid,"John apologised.

"folderal !"Miriam announced as she followed Geoffrey into the room. She ripped back he bedclothes and grasped John the Divine's manhood through the fly in his pj's,"Plenty of life in it."

His putz reared and Miriam was kneeling astride him and lowering herself as she guided his cock up her snatch.

Her loose warm sloppy slit engulfed him like a marshmallow cloud and he lay back to one of the best lazy nooky he ever enjoyed.

"I can't think why you never tried to make me before,"Miriam announced when he finished.

"Geoffrey likes them young you know."

"Look I just want to sleep now, '' John declared and he added"Goodnight."

John woke with a thump. He had rolled over and fallen out of bed. He heard grunting phone as Geoffrey fucked Miriam who had been lying beside him.

"Sorry old bean plant,"Geoffrey apologised,"Carried away don't you know."

"Bloody hell,"can replied,"I could hold injured myself."

"Don't occlusion you old jester,"Miriam urged,"It's rare enough that he shows any interest in me as it is."

John looked at the bedside clock, 7:30, time for breakfast. He padded downstairs, turned on the coffee machine and Geoffrey shouted."whoremaster, you turn."

"Don't be bloody ridiculous,"John replied as he put several slices of bread in the wassailer,"You'll wake the kids."

"They won't wake for hours,"Miriam replied as she joined John in the kitchen,"I'll just hop up on the work top shall I ?"She was wearing one of whoremaster's Elwyn Brooks White work shirts and zero else. Geoffrey's cum oozed from her pouting puss and she should make repulsed John but something was stirring.

"On the worktop, lets do this before the kids come down,"John advised.

John helped Miriam climb up on the worktop."shag me darling,"she cooed.

Miriam's cunt was soft and quick as privy slipped his tool deeply inside her. Her distend nipples nuzzled his ches.

"Why can't Sarah be more like you ?"John muttered.

"She is, we both need substantial men,"she explained,"Don't you understand anything about women ?"

"I thought she needed my bread and butter,"he explained.

"Stout stays and a decent bra is all the support she needs you fool,"Geoffrey opined as he too wandered into the kitchen,"How areb you getting on John, shall I see if the Milkman is around to commit you a bit of a break."

"No I think I can cope,"John agreed and his rooster twitched and started to shoot dry pint after dry pint of creamy spunk.

"Ugggghhh,"a vocalisation from nowhere said suddenly. can struggled to hit sense of it. Miriam disappeared into the ether, the kitchen dissolved and there he was in bed with Sarah with the early dayspring lighting streaming through a gap in the curtains.

"You filthy bastard you've cum in the bed again."

John realised he'd been dreaming. A wet dream.

"Shoudn't have pushed me away, now shut up you bitch and go to sleep"he explained.

"Don't you dare mouth to me like that,"Sarah insisted.

"Or what ?"lavatory replied.

"I'll leave you."she snapped.

"promise promises,"he sighed,"nooky you !"and he rolled over and returned to his dream, except this time he was fucking Sarah while Miriam slowly wanked herself with a corgette as she watched them .