John the Evangelist felt rather sheepish as he walked into the lobby at the adult female's recourse, an anonymous unit behind a belt down town shopping mall.

"Hi, I ‘ m St. John Barnes, I think Sarah, my married woman, is here ?"he said awkwardly as he approached the reception desk.

"That will be the ‘ tartness faced little cow with yellow hair's-breadth ?"the receptionist queried.

"Er I was joking,"john 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 ungrateful petty bitch,"the woman continued,"You had better come through."

john followed her into the back room.

It was just a corridor a couplet of metres wide. It stunk. The floor was polished white roofing tile. Patrick Victor Martindale White tile also covered the humiliated walls up to waist height.

John had to do a dual take. Every two metres or so a naked female person buttocks projected through a hole in the wall. A wooden celestial pole inserted at waistline the kept the prat projecting into the room, six women in all.

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

"Which one is she ?"the woman asked.

"I don't honestly know,"St. John the Apostle replied in confusion.

"They are only allowed to talk while you are fucking them,"the woman explained,"I suggest you narrow it down to a duet 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 interpret that the sex act is normal, act, nix extra but the husband love for his married woman which leads him to assay to have sex with her is really special."

"Bloody netherworld,"John gasped.

"Of course some of the girls are just pedestal ins, not married woman,"the adult female explained.

lavatory looked quite astonished.

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

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

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

"And then ?"John queried.

"Rob the janitor fucks them."She laughed,"In the corridor usually though circle the back by the dust bank identification number is equally good."

"What ? He rapes them ?"John gasped.

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

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

"Does you wife knock off ? Melissa asked.

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

His face asked the unvoiced question.

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

"Er no thanks,"John declined.

"Or see my boobies ?"she queried,"Lots of male child like to play with my boob ?"

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

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

"No I can't use the red cent washing simple machine and the kids are doing my forefront in."he admitted.

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

genus Melissa unbuttoned her duster, her bra was right-down white with the cups cut away to reveal her nipples, her white suspender belt supported Patrick Victor Martindale White stockings and her panties were tiny tweed lace with a tear 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 dispatch her gag."Melissa sighed.

whoremonger walked up to no 3 and loosened his bloomers letting them fall to his knees

Her quim pouted and her ass looked inviting. but just a footling too high to spear up easily."Use the wooden occlusion to adjust your tallness,"Melissa suggested.

John saw the pile of various size of it tone on the floor, he selected a 50mm cube and stood on it. His cock was exactly in line with her pouting glistening pussy and with the lightest push he slid inside her.

"Oh Sarah I missed you !"he sighed.

Sarah's vocalism came from behind him,"Then why are you fucking that fancy woman ? You bastard !"

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

She was in a wheelchair being pushed by the janitor. A lump gag hung round her neck. Her arms 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 tush plug, a vibrator up her cunt and a little electric shock machine up her pee hole,"Melissa explained,"In addition to what you can see."

"lamb god,"John exclaimed but the cleaning woman was working her cunt muscles, milking John's stopcock."Oh screwing !"he proested but it was far too late and he shot his milky cum deep into a woman 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 maw, she explained, I'll set her Dildoes to 7 for a few moments then zap her again, she usually orgasms when I do that.

Saint John the Apostle looked confused as his shrinking tool slipped from the girl's cunt..

"It's all controlled from an app on my phone,"genus 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 ?"genus Melissa asked.

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

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

"That's a bit harsh,"whoremonger suggested as he looked for something to pass over his prick on.

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

"I guess,"John agreed,"We were childhood mantrap, sort of grew up together."

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

"Er,"I gasped

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

Melissa grinned,"Don't knock your husband, harbor't you learned anything ?"

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

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

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

"That's what a wife's lip is for, cleaning dick,"Melissa explained,"How on earth is she supposed to memorise without your help."

John found sticking his tool in Sarah's sassing was easier said than done, she was trussed securely into the wheelchair but she turned her caput until th janitor held her cheeks and even then he had to endure awkwardly with legs spread out each side of the chair.

His cock started to swell as he felt Sarah'tongue and lips and she started to perish exciting him further. His pommel end tickled her tonsils, his helmet cut her air supply and she started to cough sucking him further into her throat. The spirit 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"bathroom protested but his aching balls proved him wrong by producing a few more dripping of creamy cum as his muscles tried to pump every ounce of fluid from his empty balls.

"Oh fuck she's stopped breathing !"he exclaimed, as he dragged his prick from her sass,"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 mightily darling I'll take you home,"John promised.

"But John, you fucked figure three and she is a trained nanny,"Melissa suggested,"ejaculate and meet her first."

john was shattered, two orgasms in ten minute of arc, he needed to rest and could not withstand as Melissa led him round to the other English of the rampart. Six girls all hang double with their asses through the rampart. turn one a sourness faced cow of about 60 with a red orchis gag, no 2 was even erstwhile, 4, 5 and 6 were girl from the Blue holy man 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, dreary,"John apologised.

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

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

"Right ? Why ?"Saint John asked in confusion.

"A bomb baster is so mussy,"genus Melissa confirmed,"very much nicer to possess it enlist so to speak."

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

"I guess,"the Janitor chipped in.

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

"Then you need a nanny and a cocotte, not a wife,"Melissa explained,"Go rest home and recall, call back who made Sarah the way she is."

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

lavatory needed a drunkenness, he went home via the pub, had a few small beers and drove home.

The Baby sitter had gone when John got in. Sarah's mother Miriam was with the kids.

"Where the snake pit have you been !"she demanded.

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

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

"Why not, its straight 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 well-situated chair which toppled over backwards leaving her on her back with her wooden leg feebly waving in lean air.

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

"Right here old lad,"Geoffrey announced,"Splendid voice communication, I wish I'd had the gumption to do it days ago."

"Get me up !"Miriam protested.

"Nice legs shame about the grimace,"John suggested as he stared at Miriam's stocking clad leg and lack of panties.

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

"Did you ?"John the Divine asked.

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

"To be honest 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 commence with and change 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 violent storm,"Geoffrey agreed.

"We could vex a broom up her cunt and reach her sweep oar the patio ?"toilet 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.

"Lashkar-e-Tayyiba strip her naked and put her in the garden like a dog,"John suggested,"Lets face it she is a right-hand bitch."

"Das Kapital idea,"Geoffrey agreed, but by the fourth dimension they had her bra off the aroma of conjure up cunt had their cocks stiffening.

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

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

John watched for a few hour 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 elbow room,"Your play old chap,"

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

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

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

Her loose warm sloppy snatch engulfed him like a marshmallow cloud and he lay back to one of the easily lazy shag he ever enjoyed.

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

"Geoffrey likes them young you know."

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

John woke with a clunk. 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 have injured myself."

"Don't hitch you old fool,"Miriam urged,"It's rare enough that he shows any interestingness in me as it is."

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

"Don't be fucking ridiculous,"bathroom replied as he put several slices of dough 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 Saint John the Apostle's white work shirts and nothing else. Geoffrey's cum oozed from her pouting cunt and she should make repulsed Gospel According to John but something was stirring.

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

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

Miriam's cunt was subdued and fond as whoremonger slipped his tool deep inside her. Her distend nipples nuzzled his ches.

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

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

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

"Stout corset and a decent bra is all the documentation 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 give you a bit of a break."

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

"Ugggghhh,"a part from nowhere said suddenly. Gospel According to John struggled to create sense of it. Miriam disappeared into the vinyl ether, the kitchen dissolved and there he was in bed with Sarah with the early forenoon light streaming through a gap in the curtains.

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

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

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

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

"Or what ?"toilet replied.

"I'll leave you."she snapped.

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