That night my dreams were bizarre, tortured, and sexual.First I was tied up, hands behind my back, feet together, face down on the bed, when Janice li...ted my head by the hair and scooted her pussy down in front of me. Dropping my head into her crotch, I started licking eagerly, her pussy juice causing my entire body to tingle with sexual excitement, my nipples itching and tingling, my penis painfully hard.But unable to come.Next I was built into a chair, again on my back, my body sticking out. . Other lives. I travel in that kind of story. I invent, I create narratives too, many based on these virtual worlds created by other authors. Using and abusing the characters they invent.Anyway, I like the mixture of fiction with desire, this strange combination, as strange as I am. I feel out of this world, an outsider, but also I like tô feel advanced. At the time I was given the book I paid no attention, there were others who interested me, I ended up leaving it aside, I forgot. I was. It didn't seem all that likely because the young man was filled with a sense of his own importance. His name was Billy Landry and he was proud of constantly reminding everyone in listening distance that his nickname was "The Kid". It was downright laughable because most of the seasoned lawmen knew the legend of the original "Billy the Kid" was more writers' hype than actual stone cold fact.The preacher's wife Rachel was much taken with the handsome Billy and Brett was certain the young yahoo. ...As if knowing I was there, the door suddenly opened and I could see both of them standing side by side near the middle of the room. They were identically dressed( leather pants, leather vests, armbands and wristbands and knee high boots), but that was were it ended. Ian was a bit taller, more muscular and blond and blue eyed. Rich was slimmer, dark haired and black eyes. Each held a cane in a hand, tapping it to their boots, and a wicked grins for me.They both informed me that for our little.