lav felt rather sheeplike as he walked into the third house at the cleaning woman's resort, an anonymous building block behind a shoot 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 ‘ Sour faced picayune cow with yellowness pilus ?"the receptionist queried.

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

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

"She asked to see me ?"lavatory explained.

"Yes, I know, the thankless picayune bitch,"the womanhood continued,"You had better come through."

John followed her into the back room.

It was just a corridor a couple of meter full. It stunk. The floor was polished Stanford White tile. Andrew Dickson White tile also covered the scummy walls up to waist height.

John had to do a doubled payoff. Every two metres or so a defenseless female person backside projected through a jam in the wall. A wooden pole inserted at shank the kept the backside projecting into the room, six char in all.

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

"Which one is she ?"the fair sex asked.

"I don't honestly know,"John 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 dyad and yield each one a try."

"What ?"John exclaimed.

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

"Bloody hell,"John gasped.

"Of course some of the girls are just stand ins, not wives,"the cleaning lady explained.

John looked quite astonished.

"Oh ejaculate now, its not that strange,"the cleaning lady said,"Why I sometimes do a turn when we are quiet."

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

"First we get the ma'am cartel, 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 round the back by the debris bins is equally good."

"What ? He rapes them ?"John gasped.

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

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

"Does you wife trim ? Melissa asked.

"Er yes, partly,"lav agreed. He caught Melissa's gaze. She was about 35, he guessed, older than him, her breast swelled quite nicely in the crease White Doctor of the Church smock.

His expression asked the unstated question.

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

"Er no thanks,"St. John declined.

"Or see my boobies ?"she queried,"Lots of boys like to play with my booby ?"

"Er I just want to see Sarah."Saint John the Apostle explained.

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

"No I can't use the damn washing machine and the kids are doing my heading 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 alternative of either you or Rob the janitor if I want to get laid."

Melissa unbuttoned her smock, her bra was cut livid with the cups cut away to let out her nipples, her tweed suspender belt supported white stockings and her panties were flyspeck white-hot lacing with a tear crotch.

"No I want Sarah,"bathroom insisted.

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

John walked up to no 3 and loosened his pants letting them come down to his knees

Her quim pouted and her ass looked inviting. but just a lilliputian too high to spear easily."Use the wooden pulley block to correct your height,"Melissa suggested.

St. John the Apostle saw the pile of various size forest on the story, he selected a 50mm stop and stood on it. His cock was exactly in line with her pouting glistening cunt and with the loose get-up-and-go he slid inside her.

"Oh Sarah I missed you !"he sighed.

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

"You bitch !"he wailed. Melissa was laughing and lav craned his neck to wait at Sarah.

She was in a wheelchair being pushed by the janitor. A ball gag hung round her cervix. Her weaponry were bound to the weapons system of the wheelchair, her foundation bound to the footrest, her waist was bound to the backrest of the professorship with aristocratic ropes matching those which encircled her breasts.

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

"A vibrating butt ballyhoo, a vibrator up her slit and a little electric shock simple machine up her pee cakehole,"Melissa explained,"In summation to what you can see."

"Dear god,"bathroom exclaimed but the woman was working her bitch brawn, milking John's cock."Oh fuck !"he proested but it was far too former 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.

"prick,"Sarah snapped,"Aggghhh"

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

Saint John looked confused as his shrinking peter 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 coming, that's what 20 today ?"Melissa asked.

"19 from the Ds and 2 from my tool,"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 hammer on.

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

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

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

"Er,"I gasped

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

Melissa grinned,"Don't pick apart your hubby, haven't you learned anything ?"

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

"She needs a stopcock to soak up,"Melissa said knowingly. She slipped across to Sarah's side and expertly slipped a ring gag between Sarah's dentition."So go on King John, put it in her mouth."

"I'm not gruelling and it needs a wipe,"lavatory said apologetically.

"That's what a wife's back talk is for, cleaning cocks,"Melissa explained,"How on land is she supposed to learn without your help."

John found sticking his shaft in Sarah's backtalk was wanton 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 splayed each side of the chair.

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

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

"No, I can't"John the Evangelist protested but his aching testis proved him wrong by producing a few more dribble of creamy cum as his brawniness tried to pump every apothecaries' ounce of fluid from his empty balls.

"Oh fuck she's stopped breathing !"he exclaimed, as he dragged his turncock from her backtalk,"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 compensate deary I'll take you habitation,"John promised.

"But John, you fucked number three and she is a direct nanny,"Melissa suggested,"ejaculate and receive her first."

King John was shattered, two climax in ten minutes, he needed to rest and could not resist as Melissa led him stave to the other side of the wall. Six girls all bent double with their asses through the wall. figure one a sour faced cow of about 60 with a red ball gag, no 2 was even older, 4, 5 and 6 were girls from the Amytal Angel bothel above Timothy Whites on Inkerman street, and no 3 was like a Angel, like the one with the saturnine hair from Abba but with the blonde one's ass.

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

"Er yes, no-good,"whoremonger apologised.

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

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

"rightfulness ? Why ?"John asked in confusion.

"A joker baster is so mussy,"Melissa confirmed,"lots nicer to have it outline 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 Kid looked after and a fuck when I feel like it,"John explained.

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

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

John needed a potable, he went home via the pub, had a few small beers and beat back home.

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

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

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

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

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

She staggered back into the wing wanton hot seat which toppled over backwards leaving her on her back with her legs feebly waving in thin air.

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

"right wing here old fella,"Geoffrey announced,"Splendid speech, I wish I'd had the gumption to do it years ago."

"Get me up !"Miriam protested.

"Nice legs disgrace about the face,"John suggested as he stared at Miriam's stocking clad legs 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 honest she's giving me a bit of a woody too."can admitted.

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

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

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

"We could deposit a broom up her slit and make her chimneysweep the patio ?"John suggested flippantly.

"And a rake 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.

"Army of the Pure strip her nude and put her in the garden like a dog,"King John suggested,"Lets face it she is a right bitch."

"Capital idea,"Geoffrey agreed, but by the clip they had her bra off the odour of stirred up cunt had their cocks stiffening.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I can't cerebrate 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."

Saint John the Apostle woke with a thumping. He had rolled over and fallen out of bed. He heard grunting speech sound 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 stop you old fool,"Miriam urged,"It's rarefied enough that he shows any interest in me as it is."

whoremonger looked at the bedside clock, 7:30, meter for breakfast. He padded downstairs, turned on the chocolate automobile and Geoffrey shouted."John, you turn."

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

"They won't wake for hours,"Miriam replied as she joined Gospel According to John in the kitchen,"I'll just hop up on the work top shall I ?"She was wearing one of John's snowy study shirts and zip else. Geoffrey's cum oozed from her pouting cunt and she should have repulsed John but something was stirring.

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

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

Miriam's slit was piano and ardent as John 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 strong 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 reinforcement she needs you fool,"Geoffrey opined as he too wandered into the kitchen,"How areb you getting on John Lackland, shall I see if the Milkman is around to move over you a bit of a break."

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

"Ugggghhh,"a voice from nowhere said suddenly. John struggled to attain sensation of it. Miriam disappeared into the aether, the kitchen dissolved and there he was in bed with Sarah with the too soon morning 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 beef and go to catch some Z's"he explained.

"Don't you dare spill the beans to me like that,"Sarah insisted.

"Or what ?"King John 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 .