Oh will you regret it. Trust me onthat." Well I decided that I was already up to my neck, so I truthfullygrunted twice to let her know that I could. "...ood boy... by the way, I waslying, this is going to hurt MUCH more than if I used English letters..." ??????????? The bitch! But before I could spewany muffled obscenities at her, I found a sharp burning pain in my lower back.I struggled uselessly against the rack's bonds. I then heard a clanking as Ifelt my arms and legs being pulled away from. But I was so engorged, bursting with so much jizz, that when my climax arrived, spunk shot from me in a pulsating torrent while her muscles in frantic spasms contracted trying to expel me.We lay together, limbs braided, and she told me that she loved me. It was the first time she had, even though I had said those words to her so many times before.Later we made love like people usually do. There were tears in her eyes. Alarmed by this, I stopped and asked her what the matter was. She said. " "All right," I agreed with a shrug. "Maybe I am over dramatizing."The party was held at a local Italian restaurant that The Exchange had rented for the night. We were all seated around a long banquet table, and the booze flowed like it was going out of style. Everybody had a head on before the hors d'oeuvres were even served.A few stiff drinks made me quickly forget about my financial problems, and before I knew it I was swinging along with everybody else. Alcohol made tomorrow a lot easier. "Well he was wrong. I'm sure he loved you very much--" No he didn't," she interrupted, staring at the floor."What are you talking about?" He went and got himself thrown in prison, dumping me on the street without a home or anyone I could turn to. So I thought maybe if I offered myself..." Well, there's no need for that. Tonight, you're going to sleep in my bed, but I'm going to take the couch." Oh, you don't have to go that far," she insisted, her gloom once more replaced by a smile. "The couch.