. " I stammered. "Isn't it time, uh, for... " It's time," she said as her cool hand made its way down the left side of my neck and took hold of my rob.... By now I was in a painful agony, and she seemed determined to complete my shame by pulling my robe completely open. I closed my eyes, embarrassed deeply, feeling the coolness of the air against my thin pajamas as she pulled both sides of my robe open.I heard a quick intake of breath and opened my eyes to see her leaning forward, her lips moist,. Found raping this poor girl, cum still dripping from my cock, as I had this crazy, possessed look in my head.Like I was about to kill somebody.I remember during the trial, Beth painted a picture that I was a predator. I sought her out since she was a victim of rape herself as a child, making her an easy target. How I sweet-talked her, like a sociopath priming his prey with unrelenting charm, waiting for my moment to strike.The same was true of what I did to Zoey, herself a rape survivor.Beth. She was focused on my death, which was now only hours away.We drove separate cars to "the Leap". I drove Janet's car, and shedrove a new car. A sports convertible. It would be in the name ofValentina.Strangely, it had never crossed my mind how Janet would have faked herdeath before she came upon me, that grey afternoon on the clifftopknown as "The Leap". Who would have been the body she needed had shenot met me? How could she find another post-operative transwoman whowould be prepared to. His voice becoming deeper as his fingers pull the strap of my tank top down my arm. My breasts come into view; he groans at the sight. My nipples hard, the rings that adorn them shining.His mouth hovers over my nipple as the tank top slides down to the floor. Finally, his mouth slips over my nipple. His tongue caressing my ring sending shocks through my body to my pussy. I moan loudly; he loves when I can't hold it in. His hands roaming my chest, going down my belly to the edge of my pants over.