Sie war geil,ihr ganzes Leben war geil. Sie liebte es mit jeder Faser ihres Körpers und der war nur für eines gebaut: SEX.Sie war jetzt 23 und stolz...auf alles was sie bisher erlebt und gemacht hat in ihrem Leben und mit ihrem Körper. Sie war jetzt sieben Jahre in Berlin und sie fühlte sich wie eine echte Berlinerin. Hier in ihrem Kiez sowieso. Aber fangen wir von vorne an.Sie war nicht immer diese Sexbombe aber sie wollte es schon immer sein. Ganz früh hatte sie sich dazu entschieden und dieses. Sarah and I were never in love, there was not a lot of emotion in our seven or eight month relationship, it was a pure physical adventure, but not as cheap as fuck buddies. We experimented with each others bodies being open and frank about what we liked and disliked. We enjoyed being naked together we appreciated each other and respected each other. Sarah was still a s*******n year old final year school girl from an exclusive private school in the area, for her I was a status symbol, for me she. He offered her a drink which she greatly accepted. He grabbed a bottle of vodka. And pour her a large amount without watering it down. He handed her a glass and she quickly gulped it down. After about an hour of drinking she got drowsy and he helped her to bed. He kissed her goodnight and left the room. After two hours he came back and tried to wake her up. Fortunately she was laid out, and would be so for several hours. He took out the rope and tied her down. He cut her shirt off and. I didn't intend towear them, but there they were. I couldn't stay away from them. Herclothes were beautiful, as she was.Apparently she found out because she could tell I had been wearing herclothing, a blonde wig was left slightly askew on the wig stand, and hercosmetics were not exactly as she left them. After all the years I hadbeen hiding my dressing I thought I was too careful to be caught. I wasmistaken.Cynthia, confirming what I already knew, was way smarter than I was, andset in motion a.