Five years. Five years down the drain. All the 'what-ifs' and the 'could'ves and shoud'ves' still on my mind. It had been two weeks since Brandon and ...I broke up and I was no lesser heartbroken. My friends, who fel I had enough time mourning the loss of my relationship, decided that I needed to get out for the night. They were right. Everything in the apartment reminded me of him. The kitchen counter where he would scoop his hands under my curvy ass with no issue to lift me up. How he would pull. „Hast du etwas Zeit, Mama?“„Soviel du willst, Schatz. Was ist denn?“Leon setzte sich zu seiner Mutter auf die Couch. „Ich will dir etwas zeigen.“„Was denn?“„Mein neues Smartphone macht echt scharfe Bilder!“„Dann zeig mal!“ meinte Monika mit gespielter Neugier. Er hatte sein Smartphone zu seinem 18. Geburtstag vor ein paar Wochen bekommen.Leon klappte den mitgebrachten Laptop auf und startete ein Fotoprogramm. „Schau mal!“Monika starrte auf die Bilder, die in Dauerschleife über den Bildschirm. Fucking you hard and you feel him tense up. He shoots deep inside you. He gets up and is quickly replaced. The others now take their turns fucking you, cuming in you or on you. When it appears that everyone is done, you are untied. But it’s not over. You are placed face down on the bed, pillows under your hips, on your knees. Your hands are tied behind your back and your ankles are tied, spread wide. The gag is removed. You are now on your knees, ass in the air. You can talk but you are still. I pulled myself up and placed my feet on the railing, leaned my butt as far back as I could and swung forward, kicking my legs up in the air and almost like building up speed on a swingset I pendulumed back and forth until I had built up a great deal of momentum. Foolishly, I looked down at the city street 17 floors below me but I didn’t allow myself to feel afraid. Adrenaline had taken over and with one final swing I propelled myself forward and let go. I just barely cleared the railing of.