When she was not home by my normal bedtime I debated waiting up for her, but decided that if I wasn't waiting up I could put off what I knew was comin... for just a little bit longer.When I woke up in the morning Pauline was not in bed with me. I figured that she would either be on the couch or in the spare bedroom. I took my morning whiz and headed for the kitchen to put the coffee on and on the way I saw a trail of discarded clothing leading from the front door to the door of the spare room.. My breaths came ragged as the pleasure wave rose until the fluids rushed through me and blasted through my member and into my roommate, who hung on to me for dear life. I throbbed over and over again, spastic thrusts of my hips attempting to deposit my ropes of semen deeper than the last time.Finally I relaxed my tensed body with a deep breath, and I felt soft lips kissing my neck and cheek. My eyes, open but unseeing, came into focus on the flushed face of my roommate, and our breaths mingled. ’ ‘You lie.’ ‘You mean I do know?’ ‘And I mean the difference is you lie. Who was the last woman you told you loved her?’ ‘Ann White.’ ‘Did you love her?’ ‘I think so.’ I hit the intercom, ‘Honey, can you come in here for a minute?’ The door opened and Joan came in, closing the door behind her. I pointed to the other chair in the room. She stuck out her lip for a second and then sat down. ‘Mark, do you love Joan?’ ‘Love her how?’ ‘Wrong answer.’ Joan said. ‘Mark, do you love Joan?’ ‘Yes!’ ‘Tell. He lifted my arms and attached the loop above my fingers to the clasp on the hook.“You okay?” he asked.“Yes.”He pressed a button on the remote again. I heard the sound of the motor whirring as the rope began to lift the hook. It moved very slowly, drawing my arms up over my head. I felt the strain in my arms, shoulders, back, and sides as my muscles stretched. I felt the heels of my feet rise from the floor, and since I wasn’t directly under the box, my toes dragged across the concrete until.