I heard Kevin tell me that he was going out to the pool. I managed to keep the quiver out of my voice long enogh to tell him that I would be down in a...couple minutes. It wasn't long before the waves of my orgasm were crashing over me. Having heard the back door close I let out a cry of pleasure, and my cum soaked my fingers. I licked them clean, savoring the flavor.After peeing, I ran back across the hall, not wanting to miss any of the action. The window in my room was open, and I could hear. The two men working with Lanny, half dragged, half carried him to the bathroom and then brought him back and put him in a straight chair and sat him down. He still seemed oblivious. Judging by how long it had taken Susan to start coming around, he would probably be that way for several more hours.But no one really cared about Lanny. Still, to avoid any future ugliness, they used the rope that Joe provided to secure him to the chair, with a good view of the bed where his wife would be. ”“Any others? Hanging fantasies? The Block or the Guillotine?”“Mark and I play choking games sometimes. We never went too far. And it takes a long time, doesn’t it?”“Depends,” David replied. “If you do a long drop, your neck breaks and all sensation stops. You still choke but you don’t feel it. If you do a short drop, the sensation is more intense for a longer period of time.”“The guillotine sounds like it would be quick. Chop, plop, and down the head drops,” Helen said.“Yes, they are. But we. It's a leisurely stroll, keeping her almost within reach, but she steps it up every time she hears my footsteps behind her, so that I am kept behind her, watching her hips sway, appreciating the curve of her thighs, the way her jeans flare slightly over her calves, and how her heeled boots make her legs look longer, drawing attention to her ass. I follow her to a quieter lane. Dusk is beginning to set in. The odd cyclist whizzes past, but otherwise no pedestrians venture here. She pauses, her.