The only 'unusual' thing about the rooms was the decorations, which were all on BDSM themes. Paintings of naked men and women being bound and abused a...orned the walls and there were often displays of bondage and torture devices hanging in the rooms. Laura noticed that it looked as if the whips and cuffs and stuff could be lifted out of the display and used if someone wanted. The beds along with the walls and ceilings had rings at convenient locations.The group went back downstairs and continued. As my cum dribbled out she caught it in the palm of her other hand. Donna coaxed and stroked my cock until it was drained and no more cum was evident. Donna told me to kneel again and she began to feed me my cum with two fingers just like my wife. I did pretty well I thought.It was just then that I heard my wife’s voice from the deck, “How’s it going in there?”Donna replied, “I just finished with him, thanks!”“Did you feed him the way we talked about?” my wife asked.“Yeah, with two fingers just. " All natural?" "Of course." She stretched her legs out, lay back in the seat, "Where are we heading?" I slid the Lincoln into drive, "Down to the freight terminal. Ever been there at night?" She looked at me, puzzled. "No, why would I? What is there?" I smiled. "It's this fair city's red light district k** - hookers and johns. You didn't know that?" She blushed. "My god, thats' what you want me for." She turned her face to the window. I could see her in the rain streaked reflection. Her voice. One an older man called Bob he was about 60 but good looking and had looked after himself. I invited them in and Bob introduced the other young man with him. He was Bradley his 17 year old apprentice. They pulled out the washing machine and set about sorting out my little problem. I made them a drink and sat on the laundry box and watched two men at work. I had not expected them so early and had not got dressed, I was wearing my short silky dressing gown. Bradley kept looking at me and turning.