Friends United

I was wrong, very wrong. Inside was a collection of items that took my breath away. A pair of sexy, black lace panties and a matching bra and a length of course rope and official steel handcuffs. This surprised me enough but didn't prepare me for what I found underneath, a formidable rubber cock attached to a harness and what looked like a ball gag and a mask. I shut the box in terror but after I'd cleaned the room to Brad's instructions I took off my rubber gloves and couldn't resist going through it one more time. I was fascinated. Who did the things belong too? It was too obvious Brads so I assumed it belonged to his ex girlfriend Donna. As I leaf through the things I heard a key in the latch. Like a startled fawn I jump into bed and turn out the light. I lay as quite as a mouse listening to Brad's deep voice and that of a giggling girl. I roll my eyes inside my head as I had hoped he wouldn't have pulled. I listen to them talk but could only make out the odd word as Brad put n a CD. Next thing I knew the talking stopped and the moaning began. Sexual Olympics or what? They made a tremendous racket, screaming and moaning and I head what sounded like furniture moving about. After about an hour it went suddenly quite and I smelt cigarette smoke. They had stopped and I was just drifting off to sleep when I heard his bed creaking next door. The bedpost knocked against the wall and the springs creaked eerily. I couldn't believe that they where at it again. Brad went on for what seemed like hours as I just lay there in the bed listening to his antics. All of a sudden it went quite and I heard scurrying outside in the hall and then the slamming of a door. Silence, I laid awake scared to make a noise, hoping she hadn't heard me. Then my door creaks open and a crack of light splashes into the room. It was Brad dressed in his boxers with a huge hard on.

'Wondered if you slept,' he said. 'Did I keep you awake?' I ignored the question.

'She gone?' I asked.

He nodded somewhat sadly.