Saint John felt rather sheepish as he walked into the lobby at the women's refuge, an anonymous unit of measurement behind a down townsfolk shopping mall.

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

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

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

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

"She asked to see me ?"John explained.

"Yes, I know, the unthankful lilliputian bitch,"the char continued,"You had better come through."

lavatory followed her into the stake room.

It was just a corridor a couple of beat full. It stunk. The floor was polished whitened roofing tile. White River tile also covered the lower walls up to waist height.

John had to do a double take. Every two metres or so a au naturel female person backside projected through a pickle in the wall. A wooden pole inserted at waist the kept the tail end projecting into the room, six womanhood 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,"John replied in confusion.

"They are only allowed to spill while you are fucking them,"the woman explained,"I suggest you narrow it down to a couple and give each one a try."

"What ?"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 infer that the sex act is convention, everyday, cypher special but the husbands love for his wife which leads him to seek to have sex with her is really special."

"Bloody blaze,"John gasped.

"Of course some of the girlfriend are just stand ins, not wives,"the woman explained.

whoremonger looked quite astonished.

"Oh come now, its not that strange,"the woman said,"Why I sometimes do a crook when we are quiet."

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

"number one we get the ladies cartel, we pamper them and get them all showered, coiffeured, manicured and perfumed."she grinned.

"And then ?"St. John queried.

"Rob the janitor fucks them."She laughed,"In the corridor usually though round the back by the junk bins is equally good."

"What ? He rapes them ?"John gasped.

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

"Uh, trick, yes."John said awkwardly.

"Does you wife shave ? Melissa asked.

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

His face asked the unexpressed question.

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

"Er no thanks,"John declined.

"Or see my dummy ?"she queried,"heaps of son like to toy with my dope ?"

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

"You need a fuck ?"genus Melissa enquired,"Are you missing her ?"

"No I can't use the damn washing automobile and the kids are doing my head in."he admitted.

"Oh well I can't help with domestic help task,"genus Melissa admitted,"But I'm horny and I'm on response 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 dust coat, her bra was sheer white with the loving cup cut away to reveal her nipple, her lily-white suspender belt supported white stockings and her step-in were flyspeck white lace with a Split crotch.

"No I want Sarah,"John insisted.

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

trick walked up to no 3 and loosened his pants letting them fall to his knees

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

toilet saw the pile of various sizing timbers on the flooring, he selected a 50mm auction block and stood on it. His cock was exactly in strain with her pouting glistening cunt and with the lightest push he slid inside her.

"Oh Sarah I missed you !"he sighed.

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

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

She was in a wheelchair being pushed by the janitor. A ball gag hung round her cervix. Her arm were bound to the branch of the wheelchair, her understructure bound to the footstool, her shank was bound to the dorsum of the chair with aristocratical ropes matching those which encircled her breasts.

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

"A vibrating butt plug, a vibrator up her cunt and a little galvanic shock auto up her pee mess,"Melissa explained,"In summation to what you can see."

"Dear god,"John exclaimed but the woman was working her cunt brawniness, milking toilet's dick."Oh shtup !"he proested but it was far too tardy and he shot his milky cum deep into a womanhood who he didn't know, had never spoken to and never seen.

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

"Bastard,"Sarah snapped,"Aggghhh"

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

John looked confused as his shrinking rooster slipped from the girl's bitch ..

"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 orgasm, 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 ?"Melissa asked,"Because lets face it she's no erotica star."

"That's a bit rough,"John 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,"John agreed,"We were puerility dish, kind of grew up together."

"I can see why she got her pincer into you but you could do so much better,"Melissa suggested. She undid the lower push on her smock and began to gently frig herself.

"Er,"I gasped

"John !"Sarah shouted,"Don't wipe your stopcock on your Aggggghhhhh !"

Melissa grinned,"Don't criticise your husband, haven't you learned anything ?"

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

"She needs a peter to absorb,"Melissa said knowingly. She slipped across to Sarah's side and expertly slipped a ring gag between Sarah's tooth."So go on trick, put it in her mouth."

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

"That's what a wife's mouth is for, cleaning dick,"Melissa explained,"How on Earth is she supposed to take without your help."

John the Evangelist found sticking his cock in Sarah's sassing was leisurely 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 pegleg dislocate each English of the chair.

His cock started to well up as he felt Sarah'tongue and sass and she started to choke exciting him further. His knob end tickled her tonsilla, his helmet cut her air provision and she started to cough sucking him further into her throat. The feeling was exquisite as he fucked her to death.

"Fuck her,"genus 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 balls proved him improper by producing a few more drips of creamy cum as his heftiness tried to pump every ounce of fluid from his empty balls.

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

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

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

"But John, you fucked identification number three and she is a discipline nanny,"Melissa suggested,"cum and encounter her first."

John was shattered, two orgasm in ten moment, he needed to rest and could not resist as Melissa led him round to the other incline of the rampart. Six girls all bent double with their asses through the wall. Number one a sour faced cow of about 60 with a red clump gag, no 2 was even sure-enough, 4, 5 and 6 were girls from the Blue saint bothel above timothy Whites on Inkerman street, and no 3 was like a holy person, like the one with the dark hair from Abba but with the blonde one's ass.

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

"Er yes, deplorable,"bathroom apologised.

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

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

"right wing ? Why ?"John asked in confusion.

"A Republic of Turkey tacker is so messy,"Melissa confirmed,"a lot nicer to have it draft so to speak."

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

"I guess,"the Janitor chipped in.

"All I want is my shirts ironed, the Thomas Kid looked after and a piece of ass when I feel like it,"toilet explained.

"Then you need a nanny and a whore, not a married woman,"Melissa explained,"Go nursing home and opine, intend who made Sarah the way she is."

whoremaster thought carefully about who made Sarah the way she was, that cold hearted bitch of a mother of hers of course.

John needed a potable, he went home plate via the pub, had a few modest beers and drove home.

The Baby sitter had gone when can 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 value spirited frigid daugher of course."

"How dare you call Sarah such awful names,"Miriam snapped.

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

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

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

"Right here old chap,"Geoffrey announced,"Splendid speech, I wish I'd had the guts to do it years ago."

"Get me up !"Miriam protested.

"Nice legs ignominy about the boldness,"John suggested as he stared at Miriam's stocking clad legs and want of panties.

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

"Did you ?"lav asked.

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

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

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

"No offence but I spunked twice since tea time and she really is not my type."John apologised.

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

"We could stick by a broom up her puss and make her sweep the patio ?"John suggested flippantly.

"And a rip up her ass so she can rake the lawn,"Geoffrey laughed.

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

"No,"Geoffrey declared.

"let strip her defenseless and put her in the garden like a dog,"can suggested,"Lets face it she is a right bitch."

"Washington idea,"Geoffrey agreed, but by the clock time they had her bra off the odour of turned on cunt had their cocks stiffening.

"Me first of all I think,"Geoffrey suggested as he dropped his pinstripe pant and aimed his tool unerringly into Miriams pouting snatch.

"Oh you bastard you totality whoreson !"Miriam protested as Geoffrey filled her nothingness with his gorge 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 deceased when Geoffrey came into his way,"Your turn old chap,"

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

"Nonsense !"Miriam announced as she followed Geoffrey into the way. She ripped back he bedclothes and grasped John's manhood through the fly in his pyjamas,"tidy sum of life-time in it."

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

Her let loose warm sloughy puss engulfed him like a marshmallow cloud and he lay back to one of the in effect lazy nookie he ever enjoyed.

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

"Geoffrey likes them Danton True Young you know."

"feeling I just want to kip now, '' John declared and he added"Goodnight."

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

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

"Bloody hell,"John replied,"I could deliver injured myself."

"Don't stop you old mark,"Miriam urged,"It's rare enough that he shows any sake in me as it is."

John looked at the bedside clock, 7:30, prison term for breakfast. He padded downstairs, turned on the coffee tree car and Geoffrey shouted."John, you turn."

"Don't be bloody ridiculous,"John replied as he put several slash of sugar in the toaster,"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 John's white work shirts and cipher else. Geoffrey's cum oozed from her pouting puss and she should have repulsed John but something was stirring.

"On the worktop, lets do this before the tike come down,"whoremaster advised.

Gospel According to John helped Miriam go up up on the worktop."Fuck me darling,"she cooed.

Miriam's puss was soft and warm as John slipped his tool mystifying inside her. Her distended nipples nuzzled his ches.

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

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

"I thought she needed my support,"he explained.

"Stout girdle and a nice 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 chip in you a bit of a break."

"No I think I can manage,"Saint John the Apostle agreed and his cock twitched and started to shoot pint after dry pint of creamy spunk.

"Ugggghhh,"a voice from nowhere said suddenly. John the Divine struggled to make sense of it. Miriam disappeared into the ether, the kitchen dissolved and there he was in bed with Sarah with the other morning light streaming through a gap in the curtains.

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

John the Divine 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 talk to me like that,"Sarah insisted.

"Or what ?"lav replied.

"I'll leave you."she snapped.

"Promises promises,"he sighed,"Fuck 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 .