John obviously had, somewhere along the line, forgotten the difference between a civilized woman and one of those primitive gook women he had balled while in Nam. While some Oriental women, used to nothing better than rape and ravagement, might eventually find enjoyment in the vile sexual techniques John had brought back to Melissa's bedroom, Melissa had been nothing but disgusted to the point of nausea. Thank God, he had since decided that prostitutes were more accepting of his animalistic behavior than his wife was. At least, John spent a lot of time with several call girls. And, he'd fucked several women at the club, some of whom had actually come back for seconds, which just went to show how degraded some civilized women were becoming.

"Melissa!"

"In… a… minute, John! In… a… minute!"

John had been rather on display these last few days, hadn't he? He hadn't been able to get away for as much on-the-side rutting as he was used to. He obviously was expecting to try his wife once again. Well, he would find Melissa no more receptive this time than she had been the last time. In truth, Melissa even found the idea of a plain, old-fashion, missionary-style fuck beneath her husband physically revolting. She wondered if it were too late to dissolve the facade of happily married couple and get separate rooms. That's what they had at home, anyway. And, it was far… far… far more convenient.

"Melissa!"

Melissa heard her husband's feet hit the floor. She kept on brushing her hair. She heard her husband stomping in her direction. She kept on brushing. She saw his revolting naked reflection in the mirror. She kept on brushing. John stepped up behind her, his grotesquely huge and hard cock almost touching Melissa's creamy neck.

"If you so much as lay a hand on me, I'll let out a scream that will bring every servant and relative in this house right down on our doorstep," Melissa threatened, not missing a brush stroke.