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He smiled as the sentence was handed down, Arthur Edward Winter, you have been brought before this court, for a charge of: - Well perhaps it`s not relevant here and to spare his blushes we won`t go into it, but the sentence was seven years, that’s the bit he got loud and clear. And, it must be said, so did his wife, tall willowy and dour Jenny Winter, sat up in the gallery, her face a mask of total disgust, mostly at her husband for getting caught and of course for the fact she would be on her own for at least the next four years even with good behaviour! She stood, and shouted down to him as he was about to be taken from the dock “THAT’S US FINISHED YOU PILLOCK, THE DIVORCE PAPERS ARE ON THE WAY!” Arthur looked dejected, talk about kicking a man when he was down, he was hurried away as the judge told the usher to “remove that damned woman!” an usher approached the raging woman to remove her, though, on seeing the face on the lady he was to remove, he stepped back, as she stomped out cleaving her way through the assembled folk, ushers and court officials like a snowplough through a drift in harsh weather!
Jenny sat, her face a mask, settling herself to her situation, knowing she could no longer afford the rent on this lovely flat, it was not the first time ‘her Arthur’ had been inside but the last time she had told him, “once more and we are finished,” and what Jenny said was set in stone, they were finished, already the papers were on the way, put in train on the day he was arrested.
She looked at herself in the wardrobe mirror, taking stock, she knew she was no oil painting, she had a face that Arthur described as `sunk a thousand icebergs! ‘
She had always been exceptionally tall girl at six feet, thin, with small saggy tits, a flat un-shapely arse, narrow hips and legs like two pipe cleaners with knots as knees, to complete this sad ensemble she had big feet on which she could never wear high heels as at her height it made her tower over all but the biggest men.
She slumped on her bed, tears forming behind her eyes. What was she to do, luckily, they had no c***dren, and Arthur had always kept them both well enough on his wage as a postman, though it would now seem, it had been supplemented at night by his life as a burglar! She had always kept a tidy house, and worked at a local charity shop, but that was unpaid so what was she to do now she asked herself. Bills were already piling up.
Jobs here were not easy to find, she had few skills, no qualifications, no school certificates, nothing to fall back on, not even her looks. She sat feeling at her lowest ebb.
She decided on suicide, she put on her shoes, wiped away the tears, washed her face and making herself brace up, realised she was suddenly hungry for a last meal, laughing hysterically with the last of her cash, she set off for her favourite chippy, still feeling like crying once more but determined now.
She was soon sat on the seafront promenade, the day`s events slowly sinking in as she ate the meal, slowly devouring the fish and chips, while watching the sun slowly slip away. She had never felt so low and could not remember ever feeling so dejected as she contemplated suicide by jumping into the sea, she would wait till folk had gone home, not wanting to be saved, being a non-swimmer it would soon be over.
How long she sat waiting her moment, she had no idea, she became aware of the folk around her changing, gone were the old boys fishing from the rail, the folk walking the dog, the youngsters and, the mums with baby buggies, now the street lights were coming on, it was now pub goers, lovers, couples, sailors and seamen from the docks and in attendance some of the more obvious ladies of the night were appearing. She sat watching the changes, wondering at these women`s lifestyle, brazen, overly made up, short skirts, tarty, clustering in small groups under the lights hoping to attract punter`s. At least she thought, they have jobs, an income, they will perhaps be enjoying their work a bit and getting paid for it too! She knew that her looks would go against her, so even contemplating joining them was out, though being ravaged, used, even to death would be preferable to the life she perceived lay ahead and would be more fun than drowning.
A policeman passed, he had seen it all before, abjectly ignoring the women plying their trade, a small fine not worth the paperwork, and anyway live and let live, so he proceeded westwards turning an experienced blind eye. Plodding along he directed a merry seaman to the best pub, then , as he passed, he glanced at Jenny`s drawn and worried looking face perhaps wondered for a millisecond if she was suicidal, but getting involved was just too much paperwork, and he quickly dismissed the idea as best avoided, knowing if he took her in, it would mean overtime and he was off duty at ten. he didn’t want overtime, he wanted his meal! If she did do it, let the next shift deal with it, they were all youngsters and needed the experience. Glancing at his watch he wandered on in the direction of the police station.
She became aware of one of the women, sat at the other end of the seat, she had been in her own world for a while and hadn’t seen her approach. The woman dressed in a short skirt and a tight tea-shirt, her face plastered with way too much makeup sat, relaxing, her high heels were off and her toes twitching with the relief from the discomfort. “That’s better!” the woman remarked, “it`s quiet yet, and my feet are killing me.” Normally Jenny wouldn’t have spoken to a street walker like this one, but tonight was different, tonight she had no cares about going home to the empty flat, she was at her lowest ebb, she was hard up, single, desperate and if they would all go away she would soon end it all. She said “well, you chose to wear them,”then added that she “couldn’t wear those type of shoes being so tall already!” to which her companion chuckled, saying that for her “it was a necessary evil as she was only short” the tom then asked if she had been stood up sitting here all on her own. Jenny assured her that she was “not waiting for anyone, and that she just had no joy about going home again ever again, as her place was an empty shell now, her husband had gone and at least here there were people!”
The woman grunted that “she lived without her man too and she hated it,” asking jenny if she had been on her own for long, to which the reply that “today in reality was her first, but it would soon be over forever!” That took the woman by surprise. “Left yer has he?” she asked? A curt “No” stopped the conversation for a while, then the woman said, “I`m a nosey old bag, I`m sorry love, but has he died then?” another curt “No,” then realising she was being unnecessarily rude she apologised and in a quieter voice said; “he was in prison and she was divorcing the bastard!” the woman Started to laugh, “So`s mine, fifteen years and I`ve two k**s, so at least I`m not bloody lonely!” together they smiled, the women thrusting her hand out and introducing herself as “Kay.”
“I`m Jenny, Jenny Winter; Two k**s, god, how do you manage? Kay smiled, “Well there`s the welfare, and then there`s turning a trick or two, I`ve always loved a bit of the other, so I thought why not, I`m not going to get any from him for a while am I, an` my best years will be over by the time he`s out so I might as well get paid for it too, and that’s how it started!”
Jenny looked startled, “Really, but you have your looks, I have nothing, not that anyone would want, I don’t even know how to draw welfare, I`ve bills by the dozen, no income and I don’t know which way to turn, and now I am on my own, I just feel so low and I was going to have a very long swim.” She began to cry, glad, just to have blurted it out, to have shared it!
Kay looked at her, she was a hardened old tom by now but she knew the score, here was a woman in need, at the end of her tether, remembering the way it was when her Bert was nicked for the first time her heart melted. “Look I ain`t promising anything, I do understand how low you feel, but sleep on it and tomorrow if you still feel the same, well go take that swim, but tomorrow, I`m about after the k**s go to school and I can show you how to go on with the social if it will help, it don’t do much, it feeds you but not a lot more, and I ain`t no social worker so don’t think it, but give it 24 hours and then see how you feel. Remember, you were not put on this earth for some reason, we all got some-thing to give” Jenny, realising the sincerity of the woman`s words said she doubted if she could sleep but if it meant so much to her she would perhaps try one last time!”
Kay said; “Look I`m going to be busy in a moment, it`s getting near my rush hour,” She laughed a sad laugh that told so very much, then continued saying that “she would meet her outside the town hall at ten,” then slipping on her shoes once more, sighing and standing, shuffling her feet in obvious discomfort, she grinned, as her new friend said “Really, you would do that for me, it would be a help really it would”
She winked at Jenny, then waved and smiled at some at some passing seamen who were on the way to the pub, they staggered over, all of them worse for wear. There was a whispered conversation, no doubt arranging a price, then linking arms she was swept away with her customers.
Next day a scrubbed and housewifely Kay much to her surprise, having met her as she had promised and had guided her through the plethora of forms. Jenny presented her forms at the little window of the Social. The clerk excepted the forms checked them zealously, promised her that she would get an interview soon, and they were soon back at Kay`s flat for coffee. Kay proved to be a real friend, Jenny finding the old tom a genuine enough soul that just bunked up her money selling her bodily services to men and was not afraid to tell her all about her trade. They became firm friends, days past, Kay helping her out, feeding her till she had her first social cheque, she realised she could survive, just, with her rent she had assistance, after kay had shown her how and more forms had been wrestled with, but the outstanding bills still needed paying.
With a new wave of optimism, she applied for jobs, a hundred applications got her just five interviews, sadly none got her jobs. Kay however came up with a job for her, receptionist at one of her contacts brothel, Kay laughingly saying “her long miserable face would be easy to keep straight, even if she was upset, or in a compromising situation!” She started on trial on the Saturday night, to her surprise there were more men passing through than she had imagined, she had some help for the first hour, the lady receptionist from the other shift showing her how to go on. She took a lot of money that evening, some quite big amount`s for, the owner, `mistress Wendy,’ or ` mistress Sadie, ’the two dominants, and less for the other girls, Kitty, Moira, Penny and Trixie, all full time, straight sex ladies, Tina and her friend Kay `helping out` part time as and when the ships arrived in this bustling port. A record of each client`s payments being the most important part of the job though between clients, suppling coffee, a friendly ear for the girls, clean towels, KY, condoms etc, being the other side of the coin... At the close of play about 2 am, Wendy appeared again, she checked the books, then the cash and complimented Jenny on the accuracy of her accounting. She then took her percentage, paid the girls theirs, then each lady paid the receptionist a small amount. She went home tired but happy and though not rich at least able at last to begin paying off her debts.
The job was simple and it paid well enough, it was shifts it was true, working opposite the stiff lady named Sue who had shown her the job on the first night, she found Saturday night was always the busiest night and the week-day shift the most boring, the long hours were at worse ‘time not on her own’. She still saw Kay, most days, in or out of work, taking coffee, some mornings at hers sometimes at Kays. She met Tommy and Kate, Kays charming c***dren, even sat for them some nights, when she was not at work herself.
Slowly oh so slowly the bills got paid, Arthur had written once or twice, begging her to relent, but she either told him on his bike or had ignored him, once her mind had been made up it was made up and she felt he was no longer her concern. She bundled up his few things boxed them and sent them to his new landlord, HM prison, to Jenny the marriage was over.
The momentous change came when `Sadie’ said she was leaving at the end of the next month, Wendy immediately came to Jenny and asked if she would like the job, saying in her straight no nonsense way, that she was trusted and would soon learn, in her matter of fact fashion, saying, “she naturally couldn`t use her as a `straight lady’, as her looks were against that!
But, the folk that miss Sadie worked on would value her severe look, she was perfect!”
Jenny appreciated straight talking, she had never thought about being a sex-worker as such, true she liked sex, and was missing Arthur`s ministrations truth be told, but she wasn’t missing Arthur in any other way, her problem was with her looks, few men wanted her, she hated her own body and had done so all her adult life, she knew Wendy was right this was her opportunity.
She talked it over with Kay and as was Kays way the wise old tom had a solution, she would wear a leather suit. That would hide the dubious body, hide the horrible legs and enhance her dominance all in one move. Wendy staked her the suit, a red leather one tailor made, trousered and the jacket padded out a little to give her a bust and a bum, only her face and her muff exposed and the muff only if she removed the skirt if she wished the “subject” to worship her with his tongue, or taste her water!
The change was smooth, on the reception she trained her replacement, a nice homely spinster called Carol, then she bought in the leather suit, and became Miss Sadie`s pupil and assistant for a week or two, under the name `Miss Winter’, it was an eye opener! Sadie always treated men like dirt and the sad creatures that came to her, loved it!
By the time `Sadie’ went away, Jenny had a flair for treating the “subjects” with a contempt she found natural, she simply focused herself, so she could see Artur each time instead of the subject concentrated her hate and used these sad sods accordingly, which they loved, and soon many was the man that crept out of her room his arse a red raw patch of beaten flesh over that next few months.
Some became regulars, she called them her “once a month, pain junkies,” one or two fell in love with her, finding her scowling use of their bodies the biggest turn on since they began visiting a mistress.
Things changed once again when her final visitor one afternoon arrived. The punter Carol introduced by the name “George.” Wendy being fully booked he had agreed to see this to him new lady. For some reason ‘George`s’ face rang a bell in her memory, there was something about him she couldn’t quite…well I`m sure we have all done it at some time, not quite remembered.
She treated the man to a mild hour of frolics, used a crop on his arse, had him lick her boots clean, let him drink her water then flicked his balls with a thin cane till just as his time was up, he came, then allowed him to crawl off to the changing area. She still couldn’t place the face, but shrugging she left him to dress then went for her meal, which she and Wendy had taken to eating together in the back room.
As usual they chatted over the meal, comparing notes and she mentioned the man she had just had in, Wendy asked her to describe him, which she did, right down to the tattoo of the sword on his upper arm. At that Wendy began to chuckle, “calls himself George? About 6ft?” Jenny affirmed it was he, and was told it was `me-lord justice Pearcy’, a local circuit judge. Suddenly it clicked, he was the miserable old git that had sentenced her to the 5 years without her Arthur, it was at the court she had seen him before. She began to laugh, the little shit that had said she was “a damned woman” and had ordered her out of his court room, she had spent the last hour gently humiliating and generally dominating the cretin, she smiled, then chuckled “I hope he comes back Wendy, oh how I want to play with him if he does, he`s definitely mine!”
Another month past, and Kay had a problem, she got taken up by a young policeman for soliciting, it was trumped up of course as really it was a case of her refusing him a freebee behind Sainsburys, and he had been a bit miffed, the case was due at the petty sessions in a fortnight. Sadly, Kay had been in front of the beak several times before and this time things could have got serious, she, having escaped a custodial the last time.
Jenny had always felt she owed Kay a big debt, and a chance to repay it fell in her lap when who should appear one afternoon but `George!’
Jenny saw him slipping in the rear entrance just after dinner one afternoon, and had had Carol tell the lucky soul that he was her 100th customer and was entitled to a three-hour session for the price of one this time and the very next time he visited. It was a load of old bull, but it fooled him completely. George was over the moon, six hours of his new favourite lady …at the price of two…well, how brilliant.
He was soon naked and down on her medical examination-chair his legs in the stirrups. She secured his hands to the arms and his head to the headrest, asking if he was comfortable, he said; “yes mistress” in a most compliant way.
It was then she began telling him how she had a thing a thing about sign language…how her regular lovers needed to understand her silent instructions, and comply exactly, he nodded and begged to become one of her regulars, so fitted a ball-gag and then, with a thin cane in hand, with each syllable she gently tapped his tender balls, saying; If tap you tap want tap, to tap be tap of tap my tap regular- lover`s tap with tap me tap you tap need tap to tap learn tap my tap signals.
By now he was groaning with each stroke, she paused, raised her eyebrows questioningly, and he nodded his head vigorously, but then she began once more; Right you awful specimen, tap if tap I tap raise tap my tap right tap hand tap it tap means tap `think’ tap have you got it? He nodded furiously, obviously in a lot of discomfort, again she began; if tap I tap raise on that hand tap just tap 1 tap finger, tap it tap means tap don’t do it tap got that?
Again, the violently nodding head, his eyes like saucers his face distorted by now in real pain.
She smiled, sadistically continuing; And tap if tap I tap raise tap two, fingers tap, tap it tap means tap if tap you do that tap you tap will tap suffer. By now the balls on our man were beginning to redden and bloat, he was sweating, groaning and shaking his head with the discomfort. She bent and kissed his now hard tool, her lips like a butterfly flitting over the end of the head. He groaned yet again, so taking a blindfold she wrapped it round her victim`s head, covering his eyes, then she smiled. From under the shelving came a camera, click, click, the shutter went, especially taking in that singularly identifying tattoo. She slipped away the camera once more, its job over.
Again, she took up the cane, this time she started on the inside of the right knee, flip, flip, flip, each contact with his skin, a livid pink line, an inch between each, on alternate legs, each mark greeted with a grunt or a groan, each slowly getting nearer to the groin, the sightless body knowing exactly where this trail was leading, One-handed, not missing a single stroke as she did, she removed his blind-fold, a look of fear all over his pale face. The pace did not change, flip, flip, flip, then she stopped, removed his gag and said now my lad, let`s see if you got the message, if you get it wrong… guess what`s going to get a stripe or three. His eyes widened.
She raised a finger, a single finger, he gasped “that’s, don’t do it, mistress.” He looked desperate. She muttered good boy! And two, she held up two fingers, and he quickly said; “if I do that I will suffer mistress” she nodded and then raised her right arm, he looked a little blank, she raised her cane in her left hand and rapidly he blurted out “oh…`think’ my Mistress,” he looked a little nervy, she lowered her cane. “Don’t ever forget that wherever we are!” he muttered “yes mistress” and she began to fondle his balls. she whispered that they needed a picture to show his faith in her and her in him. He looked questioningly at her and she produced an old but serviceable instant camera. She called Carol and with her own head behind and beside his so he could feel her beside him she had the receptionist take their pictures, twice! what he could not see was that in front of her face for the first one she was holding a mask hiding her features.
The mask discarded before the second shot, she explained to him that if he was to ever show the picture then she would be liable to prosecution for prostitution, if she used hers no doubt he would lose his job, whatever it was, it was a link of faith, of everlasting respect between lovers. Without showing it to him, she slipped the masked picture into an envelope, and then showing him her copy, which he naturally thought was identical. she gave him the sealed envelope kissing it and leaving her lipstick on the seal placing it in plain sight half in his jacket pocket on the door.
He said he understood and she used her hand once more, until with a deep groan he spewed forth his seed. For the next couple of hours, life was a roller coaster for our man, light pain, then the three questions spread out over the time, interspersed with utter joy as she worked his stiff shaft to another climax, the questions again, then another climax, before another round of pain, it was never ending, in the whole three hours, she emptied his old balls more times than in the last year, he lost count. Just before she released him she whispered she wanted to see him again, but not for a few weeks, he was to regain his strength and that she would test his knowledge of her `love signals’ again then. And he must bring that picture that token of his love with him still sealed.
He, checked the sealed envelope was still in the jacket, dressed thanked her and was soon tiredly slipping out of the back door.
It was a week before Kays summons arrived, the date was set, she arrived at Jenny`s place in a state, “what was to happen to the c***dren, how would she cope in prison, the whole nine yards. She calmed the poor woman, saying she would come to the court and that she owed Kay so very much, that if she was sent down, she would look after the c***dren. Not to worry so much, and that she was not to Expect any miracle.
The day arrived, a worried Kay presented herself to the clerk of the court, and Jenny was soon high up in the public gallery at the back with the bored local press-men and worried relatives. The first few cases were heard, parking, speeding, a remand for crown court for a d**g pusher, it was mundane and the usual yawn of a day. The judge was yes, you’ve guessed it me lord justice Pearcy.
The clerk called kay to the bench, the charge was read out, and the case droned on, the judge glanced up at the gallery, and there was a familiar face, she smiled and nodded his acknowledgement of her being there. Their eyes met, his questioning, hers more settled.
He began his summing up, and became conscious of a raised right arm above the blue cotton dress of the woman He now recognised as his Mistress Winter. It was as if she was swatting a fly, `George’ Knew better, it was his signal, and think he did, “We can`t have this my good woman!” he intoned, “our town has long been plagued by women of easy virtue and what have you to say. Kay did the humble pie routine, saying that she had been caught short and was relieving herself in the yard behind a waste container, the only privacy she could quickly find away from the cctv cameras when she was found by the kind Policeman who obviously misunderstood, and had taken her up wrongfully for prostitution, but as no man was present, or even in the area she felt it was unfair. Perhaps if they checked the cctv, it would show there was no other person present. He glanced at Jenny who by now had first 2 fingers up and when she realised he had seen her signal it changed to one, he closed his eyes, turned to the constable, “was there any other person present?” the policeman a young and zealous man agreed that he had not seen anyone else present, but he felt it had been the correct charge, as he had seen the said lady with seamen on many occasions before and had presumed...

Again, the learned judge casually glanced up towards the gallery, and was startled to see an arm again waving at an imaginary fly, in the hand a white card the back of an instant photo and it had two fingers raised as if to stiffen the impromptu swatter. In a clear if wavering voice, he muttered “it was respectfully suggested perhaps courts would have less work if policemen were a little more careful and did less presuming, that it was best never to presume, in law it was not the thing to do,” then in a more authoritive voice, “case dismissed!” the arm instantly withdrew, both George and Kay looked relieved, the former at seeing mistress Winter quietly leaving, the latter as she skipped down the steps a free woman. The clerk called the next case and life returned to its usual strange course.
Nearly a month past, Kay still didn`t know of her friend`s involvement in her release, it was a Thursday and Carol came to Jenny and told her `George` had booked in for that afternoon. Kay by this time had stopped her street walking, as she said it was `pushing her luck’ instead she was working full time at Wendy`s. So, as they sat munching on pies in the backroom at dinnertime Jenny asked Kay if, as she was not busy, she would help her with a special client that afternoon, she happily agreed. At two pm the back door opened and George discretely appeared, Carol took his money and smiling and welcoming as always, led him into the room of mistress Winter. Carol then calling Kay to `come to Jenny in ten’.
Jenny first demanded his silence and the envelope, which she checked for completeness then told him he was a `good boy’ he seemed about to say something but she cut him short, and suggested he remove his clothing. This he meekly did, standing in his socks, saying he had a verruca, which excuse she excepted. He stood, his belly nearly hiding his tool, as she placed him in handcuffs, then she laughed at him as he stood awaiting her instructions. She prodded him, told him he was a lucky man today, as her friend had asked to have someone give her some stimulation, in fact her friend needed a good porking today and he would be providing it if he liked it or not, as she was rather happy and wished to thank him.
He spluttered a little not expecting a second woman to be present and would have protested had she not slipped a gag into his mouth. She caressed his scrotum then looped a light noose around his soft ball-bag, on which she hung a small bucket from the noose. Just then, Kay appeared, the recognition was instant on both sides, Kay smiling at his shocked looks and without more ado, leaning down and shaking his appendage, as a friend would have shaken his hand. His eyes like saucers with the jangling bucket causing him some pain as she greeted him with “I`m so glad to meet you again” she mimicked, “you `sir,’ were kind enough to dismiss my case last month, though now I think I may just understand why,” she said nodding to her friend, “perhaps you will one day explain how, but as I see your gagged, perhaps not now. However, now I will ask and you will answer by nodding,” He looked startled, she asked, “would you have found me guilty even if you knew I wasn`t? he slowly and warily nodded, she took a pebble from the box proffered by Jenny and it clattered into the bucket to a grunt of “wrong answer me lord” “And how long would you have given me, I mean, what would your lordship have sentenced me too had you had a mind?” she paused “a month?” He shook his head, she put a handful more of the pebbles in the bucket, the noose tightened…Two? again a shake, more pebbles, his eyes showed the pain of the fast- becoming purple tackle… Three? With tears in his eyes now he nodded, looking pitiful, “Well at least your honest about it, or was that just to save me adding pebbles?” He shook his head rapidly and she smiled, believing him. And was she the reason you didn’t find me guilty? She jerked her head at Jenny, he again nodded, in his haste he set the bucket swinging and his face contorting with the pain. She ignored him and turning to her friend saying to Jenny that “she owed her one!” Jenny in turn saying that “that was not true, as she had perhaps saved her from taking her own life on that first night.”

The ignored judge, spluttering and dribbling around his gag, his face contorting as his balls stretched and changed to a pleasing violet colouring while the two women discussed the night that they first met, Kay saying she had no idea things were really that close and Jenny assuring her that they most definitely were! After a moment or two they acknowledged his presence Jenny poking her toe into his rump and `suggesting’ he walked to the bed, it was four paces, it was also agony! Each step swinging the bucket wildly, pulling the noose and the tender anchor point to left and right but always tighter, and the accompanying screams echoing round the big sound-deadened room.
The noose and it`s bucket to his abounding joy was removed, and like administering angels, they lay him down on the bed as the blood ran back into his balls, causing him to moan with the ache.
Both women ignoring him as his fat belly settled over each side of his body, tightening the skin and exposing his very errect, if not overlarge pecker, a stiff but not the most exciting tool in life`s-toolbox.
Kay looked at it and laughed, “is that it, is that exhibit A! all you have,” she poked at the thing as if it was something left by a dog on the grass. Mistress Winter told me you were a good boy, well you had better be, or I will remove it for you, I want screwing and it had best be good mister, and don’t you dare cum till I tell you too.” With that, having removed her knickers, she threw her leg over him forced his tool into the wet area under her hips and beginning to rock on the poor soul`s body as if he was a live sybian. His aching balls screamed for release, jangling painfully against each other as she began to ride back and too. Jenny removed the gag from her clients aching jaws, then she threw her legs astride his head, and his breathing became difficult as her wetness filling his mouth, her own tongue finding Kays in a long-awaited kiss, there arms round each-other`s torsos in a friendly embrace, each in a world of their own.
So deep was the moment, the poor man secure as he was, was forgotten, desperate for air he attempted to wriggle his body especially his hips, and Kay suddenly realising what was the problem broke off their embrace and had Jenny move her body. It was only just in time, the desperate red faced, air starved man, coughing and gasping, took in the life-giving oxygen gratefully and the two women began to laugh as his tool began to throw grey seed out in a huge gout, he was having the cum of a lifetime, they had unwittingly given him the indifference he so desperately needed in his sad life.
They got up from their victim and he now perhaps a little shamefacedly, lay wet from his own cum, apologising for his climax without permission, and begging their forgiveness.
Jenny realising his embarrassment, and in her sternest voice, told him to dress, and leave, as if he could not control his feelings better he could wait until the next time, he was not to touch himself or orgasm for the full month and report back here for relief when the full month was up.
Life was back on an even keel.