Sorry for the long wait for this story, and this time for all you critics I will try to improve the punctuation.
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It was gone midnight by the time Sarah got home. She was exhausted but most of all she felt dirty, really really dirty like she had never felt in her whole life.
Thankfully, there was no sign of James. She dropped her bags in the hall and went straight to the bathroom, turning the taps on and dropping half a bottle of salts into the bath. As she threw her clothes off she realised how much she hurt and going into the bedroom she looked in the mirror and saw the bruises that Dave had left on her body. Her breasts had fingerprints embedded in them and turning round she could see the lash marks where he had whipped her with the curtain cord. She also noticed the involuntary wetness between her legs as she remembered how he beat and used her. She just made it to the bathroom in time to empty her stomach into the pan.
She emptied her mind and slipped into the hot bath, taking a flannel and a bar of soap she scrubbed herself all over, still feeling dirty she did it all again with a nail brush until she was red raw. Finally she accepted that it didn't matter how much she cleaned her body it was her mind, her memory that needed to be cleaned out, and that would be impossible.
She lay back in the still hot water and forced herself to relax, using what little she remembered of her yoga classes to force her mind to enter a clear pasture, serene, tranquil.
One after the other they pushed their erections into her mouth and come, shooting their semen down her throat, without a break, hundreds of them, all faceless, she thanked each one until she could swallow no more, she was drowning gagging for air drowning in a sea of male spunk, thrashing about fighting them off before she died.
Forcing her eye open she realised she was still in her bath, drowning, she forced herself up and gasped for air, falling out of the bath without even standing up, laying on the floor curled up in a ball and crying, crying like she had never cried before, terrified of what she had seen in her dream. Not at what was being done, but at her pure acceptance of it, it was vivid still in her mind, the look of sheer joy on her face as each man stood before her, as she took him deep into her mouth and the feeling of pleasure as they shot there juices into her eager orifice. The feeling that she had served them well was paramount.
After what seemed an age she got dried and donned her bath robe. Something pricked at her mind and she walked into the bedroom again, the one she used to share with James. She soon saw what it was that pricked her memory. She had been so intent on looking in the mirror when she walked in before that she hadn't noticed that all of the draws were open and clothes were spread all over place, the wardrobe was empty and as she looked on top she saw that the suitcase that was always there had gone as well.
Although she was a little surprised it did not really hit home until she went into the kitchen and found his letter:
Dear Sarah I have packed all I need. I will not be coming home again. Anything I have left behind you can dispose of as you see fit.
I have been in touch with solicitors and told them I want a divorce and that you can have the house. I have also deposited half of our savings into our joint account and signed it over to you.
I hope you will be happy and find whatever it is you are looking for, if you ever need to get in touch you have my mobile number or you can leave a message at the office or at my club.
Goodbye
James
As she read it her knees buckled and she almost collapsed. She was totally shocked, she hadn't at any time envisaged this, she never thought James would ever leave her, he was old fashioned, and marriage was forever. Wasn't it?
She made a cup of coffee and took it into the lounge, sitting on the settee she read the letter over and over, it just would not sink in. It was still going through her mind as she fell asleep, still refusing to believe that he had left.
As soon as she woke up and realised she was on the settee it all came back to her, all of it. Mike, Dave, nearly drowning and the letter from James. She took a deep breath and forced everything from her mind. She went upstairs dropping her robe to the floor, she turned the shower on and even before it was warm stepped into it. The burst of cold before the warm brought her fully awake; she stood under the warm water for a minute and then got out and dried herself.
In a determined mood she forced herself to eat some toast and drink a cup of coffee then she took up the letter and read it again. Finally it sunk in. She was free, she was free with the house, and he had given her money as well, she did not know how much. Why? Why had he been so....nice.
She looked at the clock as the phone rang, it was 11.10am. "Hello" she said
"Sarah, its Jill."
"Oh! Hi Jill how are you?"
"Sarah what's the matter, what happened in Haringey, why are you home?"
"Oh shit!" Sarah said, everything once again flashing through her mind, reminding her why she was home, "Er nothing, well....oh damn it get yourself over here I need to talk to someone, James has left me."
"Oh fuck, are you ok?" Jill said than realised the stupidity of what she said, "Course your not, I will be as quick as I can, hold on ok?" and she hung up.
Sarah put the phone down and started shaking again, she sat down at the table and sipped at her coffee with a blank look on her face, she was still there when the doorbell rang, she was still in a daze when she opened the door and let Jill in.
"My god Sarah, you look ill." Jill said quietly, "Come on sit down and tell me what's happened."
As they sat on the settee Sarah looked at Jill and said, Well I....er.... It was...." And then she blurted it all out, everything, even things she didn't know, like how it made her feel being used by Dave, the whipping, the threat of his mates walking in and even what she would have done if they had.
"....and then I got home and found this." She handed the letter to Jill
Jill read it in silence and then just looked at Sarah, trying to figure out what was going on in her head. Sarah seemed to be in shock but Jill could not tell whether it was from James or from what had been done to her. She wasn't sure what to say.
Finally she said "Well no more lying back and thinking of England then." She stifled a laugh, not sure if Sarah would take it wrong. As Sarah turned and looked at her they both burst out laughing hysterically. Jill threw her arms round Sarah and hugged her close.
Later when they talked about it neither of them could explain what happened next, all they could remember was there lips met and they kissed, not as friends but with passion and longing. Jill took the lead, her lips running down Sarah's neck and then back up to her lips, Sarah responded eagerly, but obviously confused. Jill ran her hands up Sarah's legs pushing the bathrobe open and playing with Sarah's nipples, the soreness heightening the feeling until she moaned loudly. Jill moved down taking a nipple between her lips and playing her tongue over it then moved to the other one.
Sarah lay on the settee her feet spread on the floor opening herself up to whatever Jill wanted to do with her. Jill moved her head down and down till she was kneeling on the floor between Sarah's legs running her tongue up her inner thighs, kissing and licking until finally she flicked her tongue over Sarah's bud. The contact made Sarah jump, but Jill knew by the loud moan that it was with pleasure.
Though Jill was not an expert with women she did have a little experience and she used what little knowledge she had to pleasure her friend without any thought for herself, she didn't expect Sarah to reciprocate, just to enjoy. It didn't take long for Sarah to push Jill's head deeper into her wet pussy, as she screamed her orgasm it seemed like it would never stop, panting heavily gasping for air and crying in pleasurable agony until she could scream no more, finally sliding to the floor and curling into a shaking ball.
