He tossed me down and ripped down his pants. I was on my back, I wasn't going to fight back, it was too dangerous. "Damn you fine", saliva dripped fro... his stinking mouth as he commented. He kneeled in front of me, opened my legs. He grabbed my limp cock cruely and yanked on it while he growled. His long black cock was hanging there like a pendulum and then he threw himself on me and kissed my mouth with his rancid mouth. He stuck his tongue deep into my mouth and licked around in there. I. He made a pot of tea… ‘Anal’ lay in his bed in the corner raising his head occasionally, to watch our man with a curious eye then collapsing back to doze once more, one old cat a fat ginger tom lay on the window ledge, of the rest there was no sign, he poured a cup of the tea, then sat watching curiously as she dumped a big cardboard box of toys out on the table, assorted vibrators, handcuffs, leather cuffs, a blindfold, a crop, assorted whips, nipple clamps and a ball gag fell in an untidy. ..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. He made me go out without panties. He -” I closed my eyes, “he made me show my boobs to his friends. And sometimes he would make me cum in the middle of a party.” “And you liked it.” Jess’ comment wasn’t a question. “No! Yes! I don’t know…” I hung my head, embarrassed. “But go on, that’s not the reason you were kicked.” “But it is. Well, in a way.” I took a few deep breaths. “His last command was that he wanted photographs of me in the faculty room.” “Photos?” I nodded. “Naked. Naked and,” my.