The janitor cleans many warehouses but there’s only one that he fantasizes about. He calls the people he works for “freaks” but he’s starting to realize he’s really a “freak”, himself. Last week she was in this cage, but this time her head is locked between the cage bars and a metal head harness (branks, scolds bridle) holds her mouth agape. He cannot resist this improvised cunt hole. It will have to do for he cannot ply the slither tube. It is plugged shut and padlocked by a contraption with petals that are cranked wide inside her love hole (Pear).
