“You think I don’t KNOW?!!? I killed Miranda!” I hissed back. “I had her thrown off her own balcony. I stood where it happened! I looked down ...t the stain where she hit the pavement! I see that every night. I did that! Me! You think that doesn’t tear at me?!!? You think it hasn’t occurred to me that justice would be me going over that same balcony?!!? I think about that every time I have that dream and watch the pavement rush closer as I fall! I have that dream every night! Even when I’m not. Anyway, afterwards I was free to explore the options open to me and started frequenting BDSM chat rooms and eventually in person events, they used to be called “munches”, just informal get togethers to meet others over coffee. After awhile I met a play submissive, she went by the lifestyle name of “kitkat”, a young woman who lead a ordinary daily life, but liked to occasionally be dominated sexually as well as be physically restrained and to be spanked or caned very hard.” Taking a drink, I. “Thanks Kyle.” “Trust me Scott; whatever pleasure you felt, I felt ten times more I bet. You have to do me now.” His voice was so beautiful. He spoke into my ear really soft and gentle. After what had just happened my body felt like jelly and I was very loose. My head floated for awhile, and then I got up, ready to service my new soul mate. Being a little different this time, Kyle stuck two pillows under his stomach so his but was angled up in the air at me. It was probably. All the time I'm telling her I want her to get John to fuck her. She only response was gasping and thrusting her pelvis up to meet my thrust. After I had cum I fell off her and passed out. That next morning neither of us spoke of last night. It was not untill the next weekend as we both started getting ready to go out that Leann said if you are serious about John and me hooking up I'll ask him tonight. I said wear something easy for him to get into and let him finger your pussy. She said I'll.