By now you also notice that you are completely naked, save for your rope restraints. _Ah God, what the fuck did I do last night? Is this some kind of ...ick joke, when are the cameras going to show up? Troy's gonna fucking pay for dragging me out of the house! _You cough around the gag in your mouth, trying to maneuver it with your tongue. It's some kind of cloth, and after a minute you finally spit it out onto the floor.Your memory of last night is foggy, a text guilt tripping you into another. She asked me if I would help her uploading some naughty pictures. I thought she meant by taking some of us in action but she said no I have some already on the camera so I grabbed the camera and put the SD card into my laptop. There were some pretty graphic pictures that obvious either Ben or Chris had taken of them together. Also there was a video and she told me to play it. I've already uploaded it to he but it was of her sucking his cock. At one point she notices and asks if he's filming.. . . Eric, her husband, was undoubtedly drunk again. Listen hear you fuckin whore, I heard him yelling, maybe if you knew how to fucking cook, I wouldnt have to treat you like a goddamn dog! I was walking up the stairs then, debating whether to just walk home, but the screen door flew open and Eric just looked at me, brushed by my shoulder on his departure, and just kept stepping. Fucking, fat asshole, I thought, still trying to figure out how the fat fuck landed Betty in the first place. I. At the top of the stairs I saw Ellie's tiny skirt where she had abandoned it when she arrived home, sometime after I finally fell asleep after 2am. At the bottom of the stairs was her skimpy little top, and near the front door I found her high heels. Outside, Greg's car was parked in our driveway, so I knew that he was with Ellie.I found my running shoes and a pair of socks where I leave them near the front door and pulled them on. Then I headed out for my morning run. I ran for about 2 hours.