Stunned, I just sat and watched.Over the next few hours, I watched them dance/fuck, swap more spit than her and I ever did and saw her allow his hands...inside her shirt where her boobs hung unencumbered by a bra. By watching her face I saw each time he twisted her nipples and watched as she did something I thought she did for only me, let her nipples be stimulated enough to make her orgasm. He laughed while she came, enjoying what she let him do. I was able to see it over and over since I first. The experienced Dom allowed just enough tension on the chains to gently stretch her nipples and clit.Laura looked amazing, the chains, the latex body paint, the heels showcasing her long firm legs combined with an aura of total lust made her a sight to behold.As with the blonde, the Dom gave her explanation as she gently warmed Laura’s ass with the flogger before stroking her already wet slit. When she revolved the bench, I caught a strong smell of Laura’s arousal as her swollen pussy passed. Maybe life as a whore would be way better than this. But then, who would want a blow-job from a whore with soiled diapers? I wouldn't be able to survive only one day on the streets, let alone get enough money to buy diapers.This couldn't be true. I had to think about how to get a constant supply of diapers! Victoria was right: My life _was_ living hell. She really fucked me up. I decided that it would be better to wait and see what was in store for me here. While I was contemplating all these. I leaned forward."I said, is there anywhere quieter we can go?" We could go to the lounge, but that will be full of geriatric farmers whose idea of the high life is shagging their neighbour's sheep instead of their own."She threw her head back and roared. I hadn't meant to say that but it seemed to go down well. She leaned forward again. "Can you buy a bottle over the bar? A good whisky?"I nodded, then leapt to my feet and went to the bar before she changed her mind. It had everything going for.