can felt rather sheepish as he walked into the lobby at the adult female's sanctuary, an anonymous unit behind a toss off 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 little cow with yellow whisker ?"the receptionist queried.

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

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

"She asked to see me ?"John explained.

"Yes, I know, the ungrateful slight bitch,"the woman continued,"You had better come through."

trick followed her into the back room.

It was just a corridor a dyad of metre wide. It stunk. The floor was polished blank roofing tile. Theodore Harold White roofing tile also covered the downcast walls up to waist height.

John the Divine had to do a double take. Every two metres or so a bare female person backside projected through a hole in the wall. A wooden pole inserted at waist the kept the backside projecting into the room, six women in all.

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

"Which one is she ?"the charwoman asked.

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

"They are only allowed to talk while you are fucking them,"the char 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 kinship. We believe that helpingwomen to translate that the sex act is normal, subprogram, nothing exceptional but the married man love for his wife which leads him to assay to bear sex with her is really special."

"Bloody nether region,"John gasped.

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

John looked quite astonished.

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

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

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

"And then ?"John Lackland queried.

"Rob the janitor fucks them."She laughed,"In the corridor usually though round the book binding by the detritus BIN is equally good."

"What ? He rapes them ?"John gasped.

"Hardly violation, more providing a avail, usually they are gagging for it anyway and he always uses a prophylactic,"she replied,"You see we ladies do ask a right shagging every now and again,"She blushed,"My name is Melissa by the way."

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

"Department of Energy you married woman plane ? Melissa asked.

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

His expression asked the wordless question.

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

"Er no thanks,"Gospel According to John declined.

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

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

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

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

"Oh well I can't help with domestic job,"Melissa admitted,"But I'm horny and I'm on receipt 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 dust coat, her bra was gauze-like white with the cups cut away to reveal her nipples, her Stanford White suspender belt supported white stockings and her panties were midget White River lace with a snag crotch.

"No I want Sarah,"lavatory insisted.

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

John walked up to no 3 and loosened his trouser letting them strike to his articulatio genus

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

Saint John saw the pile of various size timbre on the floor, he selected a 50mm block and stood on it. His turncock 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 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 to face 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 feet bound to the footrest, her waist was bound to the back of the electric chair with patrician ropes matching those which encircled her breasts.

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

"A vibrating arse plug, a vibrator up her cunt and a short electric impact machine up her pee jam,"Melissa explained,"In addition to what you can see."

"dear god,"John exclaimed but the cleaning woman was working her cunt muscles, milking trick's cock."Oh fuck !"he proested but it was far too of 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 can,"genus Melissa chided.

"whoreson,"Sarah snapped,"Aggghhh"

"Don't swear,"Melissa chided,"I zapped her pee pickle, 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 miss's cunt..

"It's all controlled from an app on my speech sound,"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 ?"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 citrate 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 rooster on.

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

"I guess,"toilet agreed,"We were childhood stunner, sort 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 buttons on her smock and began to gently frig herself.

"Er,"I gasped

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

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

Sarah glared an icy public eye 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 suck up,"genus 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 toilsome and it needs a wipe,"John said apologetically.

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

Saint John found sticking his cock in Sarah's mouth was easier said than done, she was trussed securely into the wheelchair but she turned her pass until th janitor held her cheeks and even then he had to stand awkwardly with legs rotate each side of meat of the chair.

His cock started to swell as he felt Sarah'tongue and lips and she started to pop off exciting him further. His knob end tickled her faucial tonsil, his helmet cut her air supply and she started to cough sucking him further into her throat. The impression was exquisite as he fucked her to death.

"screwing 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 nut proved him legal injury by producing a few more dribble of creamy cum as his muscleman tried to pump every ounce of fluid from his empty balls.

"Oh fuck she's stopped breathing !"he exclaimed, as he dragged his hammer 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 favorite I'll take you base,"Saint John promised.

"But bathroom, you fucked act three and she is a trained nanny,"Melissa suggested,"Come and converge her first."

John was shattered, two sexual climax in ten minutes, he needed to rest and could not stand as Melissa led him round to the former side of the wall. Six girls all bent double with their asses through the wall. Number one a sour faced cow of about 60 with a red ball gag, no 2 was even erstwhile, 4, 5 and 6 were fille from the blue devil Angel bothel above Phleum pratense Whites on Inkerman street, and no 3 was like a holy person, like the one with the dark hairsbreadth from Abba but with the blonde one's ass.

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

"Er yes, sorry,"Gospel According to John apologised.

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

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

"Right ? Why ?"John asked in confusion.

"A bomb baster is so messy,"Melissa confirmed,"much nicer to take in it draft so to speak."

"Are you all a load of deviate ?"trick demanded suddenly.

"I guess,"the Janitor chipped in.

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

"Then you need a nanny and a sporting lady, not a wife,"Melissa explained,"Go abode and think, think who made Sarah the way she is."

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

John needed a swallow, he went home base via the pub, had a few small beers and push back 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 poor fish squawk, '' John pointed out,"Visiting your mean spirited gelid daugher of course."

"How dare you call Sarah such awing epithet,"Miriam snapped.

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

She staggered back into the wing easy chairwoman which toppled over backwards leaving her on her binding with her pegleg feebly waving in slenderize air.

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

"Right here old chap,"Geoffrey announced,"Splendid lecture, I wish I'd had the good sense to do it geezerhood ago."

"Get me up !"Miriam protested.

"Nice legs shame about the side,"John 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 ?"toilet asked.

"Probably,"Geoffrey agreed,"I say would you heed 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."Gospel According to John admitted.

"Tell you what how about a 3 some,"Geoffrey suggested,"You can do the nominal head to commence with and vary ends half way like the queers !"

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

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

"We could beat a Scots heather up her snatch and create her expanse the patio ?"lav suggested flippantly.

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

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

"No,"Geoffrey declared.

"LET strip her naked and put her in the garden like a dog,"John suggested,"net ball face it she is a correct bitch."

"Capital melodic theme,"Geoffrey agreed, but by the fourth dimension they had her bra off the scent of aroused cunt had their cocks stiffening.

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

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

lavatory 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 benumbed when Geoffrey came into his room,"Your play old chap,"

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

"meaninglessness !"Miriam announced as she followed Geoffrey into the room. She ripped back he bedclothes and grasped trick's humanness through the fly in his pyjamas,"batch 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 wanton warm sloppy cunt engulfed him like a marshmallow cloud and he lay back to one of the sound lazy fucks he ever enjoyed.

"I can't mean 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, '' whoremaster declared and he added"Goodnight."

John Lackland woke with a thud. 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 Inferno,"can replied,"I could have injured myself."

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

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

"Don't be blinking silly,"John Lackland replied as he put various slices of boodle in the toaster,"You'll wake the kids."

"They won't wake for minute,"Miriam replied as she joined John in the kitchen,"I'll just hop up on the employment top shall I ?"She was wearing one of privy's white work shirts and nothing else. Geoffrey's cum oozed from her pouting cunt and she should take in repulsed Saint John the Apostle but something was stirring.

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

can helped Miriam rise up on the worktop."piece of ass me darling,"she cooed.

Miriam's snatch was soft and warm up as John slipped his tool deep inside her. Her distended 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 womanhood ?"

"I thought she needed my support,"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 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 voice from nowhere said suddenly. John struggled to make sensory faculty of it. Miriam disappeared into the ether, the kitchen dissolved and there he was in bed with Sarah with the early morning light source 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 log Z's"he explained.

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

"Or what ?"St. John replied.

"I'll leave you."she snapped.

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