He slumped and his weight lay full upon her. She stretched, straightening her legs so they lay just outside his, stretching her arms, lifting her bott...m and back to relieve some of the stress."Shit," she said, staring unsatisfied up at the grimy underside of the bridge.She pushed and slipped out from under his dead weight. He groaned and rolled onto his back, flopping his arm so it stretched across her chest, his hand on her thigh."It was so awful," she said, "There was my sister. She came into. Ahh... there it was."Pull that coffee table over," she ordered. Two of the football players obliged. The coffee table had been slid up against the wall at the back of the living room. It stood just over two feet off the ground and was about four feet long. The guys set it down in front of her."Good," she stated. "Now bring the sluts over here."The guy who had been fucking Ashley pulled out and dragged her to her feet. The tall brunette stumbled on the high-heels, but was able to remain upright. Upon the first sip, it tasted quite good, but later I sensed a strange aftertaste. After drinking a glass or two with our very enjoyable meal, we both loosened up considerably. She asked me if I would escort her home, as she was feeling a little tipsy. I could think of nothing that I would enjoy more than being with her. It was if the world suddenly stopped revolving around me, and she was all I could think about. When we reached her apartment we started kissing and soon found ourselves on her. The black guy then pulls me up on my feet and says "go sit on your marital bed, facing your husband and spread your legs wide bitch". I carefully climb up on the bed, sitting down, making myself comfortable and opening my legs and feel the black guy undo my handcuffs and he lays me down flat on my back and cuffs my hands to the bed headboard. He pulls two more lengths of rope from his bag and secures my right leg to right bottom corner of the bed and my left to left bottom corner. He then.