The reason I was asking was not to gather evidence for Diane. In the UK, under a government that relegated the married state to a minor inconvenience,...divorce was easy. You ask for one, and you get it. You don't even have to go to a Solicitor; you can fill in all the forms on-line. All I wanted was confirmation that Terry was cheating. Now I knew that I wouldn't be helping to break a marriage. It would appear that Terry had done that already. Jacky was set to play Cupid."Shall I get Diane here. “My whore, please quickly shower, and wash off the cum of your 4 latest lovers,” Diane ordered. Patricia left for the restroom, and Diane looked at her new sluts,” Now, slut Rachel, and slut Lori, stand and undress my husband, Tom, and Patricia’s husband, Stuart. You will caress them and kiss them to get them excited. You may not fuck them-yet!” They looked at each other and smiled,” Yes, Mistress, we will please them and obey you.” With that they arose, and Lori, the nursing redhead came. There was a thin carpet on the floor, instead of bare stones; a bed with a thin mattress on it was there, rather than the pallet on the hard floor, and a small prie-dieu against the wall beside the window. She even had a pillow, and two blankets.She was curious about the other door in the room, and opened it to find a small toilet with a hand basin. This was a far cry from crossing the quadrangle to the privy in all weathers at the Convent. She wondered why she had such splendid accommodations,. Once inside I saw myself in the mirror, and I could see my chest clear as day through the shirt... I can't believe I was walking around like that in front of them... but then again, I knew they would be seeing a lot more of me soon. I started the water for the bath, and began hearing shuffling sounds coming from the other side of the wall... there's my audience, I thought to myself. I went ahead and took off the shirt... that wasn't covering up anything anyway. I removed my shorts and stood.