“Why not, its true and its all your fault,” he explained, “All your snidey little remarks you frigid cow,” he shouted and went to slap her across the face. “Don’t you dare talk to me like that,” Sarah insisted. XXX “She asked to see me?” John explained. Miriam disappeared into the ether, the kitchen dissolved and there he was in bed with Sarah with the early morning light streaming through a gap in the curtains. “These women come in complaining about being raped and abused, we sympathise and seek to rehabilitate the relationship. “Poor Sarah needed that cum John,” Melissa chided. A ball gag hung round her neck. “We could stick a broom up her cunt and make her sweep the patio?” John suggested flippantly.




















