6am

Dean couldn't get any sleep at all as much as he tried. At one point or another he might have dozed off. Light was shining in the windows, the sun was coming up. Dean looked at the clock, it was around 6 in the morning. Brooke laid asleep next to him in the same position facing away from him. Dean got up to go to the bathroom.

Upon returning from the bathroom Dean saw that Brooke kicked off the sheets that were on top of her. The light coming in through the window glistened off her body, it was like she was glowing. Dean looked up and down her body, it truly was the best, the perfect hourglass figure. While Brooke was sleeping peacefully Dean further inspected her body. Brooke’s ankles and wrists looked slightly bruised and red. The restraints were on her for an awful long time. Her ass was a slight pink color probably from Richard grabbing it constantly. Dean figured her pussy had to be throbbing from the beating it took. Brooke’s legs were crossed so he couldn’t get a good view of her pussy. Richard really did a number on Brooke body. Something else caught Dean’s eye.

Right above Brooke’s pussy and to the right was something. Dean took a step closer towards Brooke, whatever it was, it was very tiny. It almost looked like a tattoo, it was the number ‘18’ written on her with a marker.

18? Dean put the pieces together in his head. Did Richard cum in Brooke 18 times in one day? Dean felt a little sick to his stomach. He couldn’t believe it was that high of a number, he himself only could recall half that he witnessed. Dean crawled back into bed with his supposed girlfriend who took 18 loads from Richard yesterday.

Brooke turned in her sleep and faced Dean. He looked at her sleeping face. He couldn’t believe looking at her pretty face how much of a cum slut she really is.

Despite the new knowledge Dean just gained he was still completely exhausted from the lack of sleep and passed out at some point.

The next time Dean woke up Brooke was gone. Dean checked the time, it was almost noon now. He yawned, he still didn’t get a proper amount of sleep but it was time to get up. Today was the day that Richard left for good. Dean didn’t recall when today he was going to leave, if he was lucky maybe he already left. Dean laughed to himself, he knew Richard would still be here.

Dean got up and dressed and was off to go see if Richard was still around. Brooke wasn’t in Dean’s room or the bathroom either. Dean headed out of his room and down the hall. He tried to be quiet walking down the hall to see if anything was going on. Richard’s old room was open and so was the guest room. Dean peaked in both rooms to find no one there. The guest room where Richard stayed last night looked clean, the bed was made and there was no trace anyone was there.

Dean concluded that Brooke and Richard must be downstairs. Dean just realized the smell of bacon surround him, Brooke must be making breakfast. Dean takes the stealth approach again and sneaks down the stairs to see what was up.

Walking down the steps Dean sees that no one is in the living room. He can hear noises coming from the kitchen and the strong smell of breakfast. Dean peaks around the corner into the kitchen...