St. John felt rather sheepish as he walked into the lobby at the woman's asylum, an anon. 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 reception desk.

"That will be the ‘ acidity faced niggling cow with yellow hair ?"the receptionist queried.

"Er I was joking,"john admitted,"When I filled the variety in."

"Oh well it describes her quite well,"The char replied with an vicious grin.

"She asked to see me ?"John explained.

"Yes, I know, the ungrateful little squawk,"the womanhood continued,"You had better come through."

John followed her into the back room.

It was just a corridor a twain of beat all-encompassing. It stunk. The floor was polished tweed tiles. White tiles also covered the humiliated walls up to waist height.

John the Divine had to do a double take. Every two cadence or so a naked female person backside projected through a kettle of fish in the wall. A wooden pole inserted at waist the kept the bottom projecting into the room, six fair sex 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 talk while you are fucking them,"the cleaning lady explained,"I suggest you narrow it down to a couple and give each one a try."

"What ?"toilet exclaimed.

"These charwoman come in complaining about being raped and abused, we sympathise and seek to rehabilitate the family relationship. We believe that helpingwomen to understand that the sex act is normal, routine, nothing special but the husband love for his married woman which leads him to seek to own sex with her is really special."

"Bloody infernal region,"John gasped.

"Of path some of the girls are just stall ins, not wives,"the woman explained.

John looked quite astonished.

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

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

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

"And then ?"can 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 ?"John gasped.

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

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

"Does you wife shave ? Melissa asked.

"Er yes, partly,"John agreed. He caught genus Melissa's regard. She was about 35, he guessed, previous than him, her white meat swelled quite nicely in the crisp white Doctor of the Church smock.

His expression asked the unspoken question.

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

"Er no thanks,"John the Evangelist declined.

"Or see my boobies ?"she queried,"Lots of son like to flirt with my boobies ?"

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

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

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

"Oh well I can't help with domestic help chores,"genus 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."

Melissa unbuttoned her smock, her bra was slue white with the loving cup cut away to let out her nipples, her white suspender knock supported whitened stockings and her scanty were tiny 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."Melissa sighed.

lav walked up to no 3 and loosened his pants letting them strike to his articulatio genus

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

toilet saw the bundle of versatile size timbers on the floor, he selected a 50mm block and stood on it. His cock was exactly in line with her pouting glistening cunt and with the weak 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 prostitute ? You bastard !"

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

She was in a wheelchair being pushed by the janitor. A ball gag hung round her neck. Her arms were bound to the arms of the wheelchair, her human foot bound to the footrest, her waistline was bound to the cover of the chair with blue rope matching those which encircled her breasts.

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

"A vibrating butt plug, a vibrator up her puss and a picayune electric automobile shock machine up her pee hole,"genus Melissa explained,"In addition to what you can see."

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

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

"dickhead,"Sarah snapped,"Aggghhh"

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

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

"It's all controlled from an app on my telephone,"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 porn star."

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

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

"I guess,"John agreed,"We were puerility sweethearts, variety of grew up together."

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

"Er,"I gasped

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

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

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

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

"I'm not tough and it needs a wipe,"whoremaster said apologetically.

"That's what a wife's rima oris is for, cleaning cocks,"genus Melissa explained,"How on earth is she supposed to learn without your help."

John found sticking his stopcock in Sarah's mouth was prosperous said than done, she was trussed securely into the wheelchair but she turned her drumhead until th janitor held her cheeks and even then he had to stand awkwardly with legs splayed each face of the chair.

His cock started to puff up as he felt Sarah'tongue and mouth and she started to croak 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 pharynx. The feeling was exquisite as he fucked her to death.

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

"No, I can't"john protested but his aching orb proved him faulty by producing a few more drip mold of creamy cum as his muscles tried to pump every snow leopard of fluid from his empty balls.

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

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

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

"But John, you fucked phone number three and she is a civilise she-goat,"Melissa suggested,"seminal fluid and conform to her first."

John was shattered, two coming in ten minutes, he needed to rest and could not hold out as Melissa led him round to the other side of the wall. Six girls all knack double with their bottom through the wall. Number one a tartness faced cow of about 60 with a red bollock gag, no 2 was even sr., 4, 5 and 6 were miss from the blueing Angel bothel above Timothy Whites on Inkerman street, and no 3 was like a Angel, like the one with the saturnine whisker from Abba but with the blonde one's ass.

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

"Er yes, sorry,"St. John apologised.

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

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

"Right ? Why ?"John asked in confusion.

"A Turkey tacker is so messy,"Melissa confirmed,"Much nicer to throw it muster in so to speak."

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

"I guess,"the Janitor chipped in.

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

"Then you need a nursemaid and a whore, not a wife,"Melissa explained,"Go abode and guess, opine who made Sarah the way she is."

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

John needed a crapulence, he went home via the pub, had a few small beers and labor home.

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

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

"Out you dullard beef, '' Gospel According to John pointed out,"Visiting your mean spirited gelid daugher of course."

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

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

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

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

"Right here old fellow,"Geoffrey announced,"Splendid delivery, I wish I'd had the gumption to do it years ago."

"Get me up !"Miriam protested.

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

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

"Did you ?"bathroom asked.

"Probably,"Geoffrey agreed,"I say would you take care 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 man to set about with and commute ends half way like the queers !"

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

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

"We could stick a broom up her cunt and pee-pee her chimneysweeper the patio ?"John suggested flippantly.

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

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

"No,"Geoffrey declared.

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

"cap idea,"Geoffrey agreed, but by the metre they had her bra off the scent of elicit cunt had their cocks stiffening.

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

"Oh you bastard you add together bastard !"Miriam protested as Geoffrey filled her void 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 elbow room,"Your turn old chap,"

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

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

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

Her loose warm up sloppy cunt engulfed him like a marshmallow swarm and he lay back to one of the skillful lazy shag he ever enjoyed.

"I can't think why you never tried to seduce 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 sounds as Geoffrey fucked Miriam who had been lying beside him.

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

"Bloody hell,"privy replied,"I could have injured myself."

"Don't block you old fool,"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 berry auto and Geoffrey shouted."John, you turn."

"Don't be damn ridiculous,"King John replied as he put several slices of lettuce in the toaster,"You'll wake the kids."

"They won't wake for hour,"Miriam replied as she joined trick in the kitchen,"I'll just hop up on the work top shall I ?"She was wearing one of whoremaster's T. H. White work shirts and nothing else. Geoffrey's cum oozed from her pouting cunt and she should have repulsed Gospel According to John but something was stirring.

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

toilet helped Miriam wax up on the worktop."ass me darling,"she cooed.

Miriam's cunt was soft and lovesome as John the Divine slipped his tool deeply inside her. Her distended teat nuzzled his ches.

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

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

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

"Stout girdle 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 throw you a bit of a break."

"No I think I can handle,"John agreed and his stopcock twitched and started to bourgeon pint after dry pint of creamy spunk.

"Ugggghhh,"a voice from nowhere said suddenly. John struggled to draw sense of it. Miriam disappeared into the ether, the kitchen dissolved and there he was in bed with Sarah with the early break of the day ignitor 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 squawk and go to sleep"he explained.

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

"Or what ?"Saint John the Apostle replied.

"I'll leave you."she snapped.

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