Her thick, platinum blonde locks were tied into a neat bun on the back of her head. That, combined with stark makeup, gave her a rather severe if exot...c look, creating the distinctive, semi-masculine appearance she often preferred. The girl sitting comfortably between her knees was a true beauty. Short and petite compared to her Mistress, brown wavy hair cascaded down her back as Miranda brushed it. It was a remarkably tender moment, all things considered. I grinned, feeling Miranda had been. I slowly kissed her, inching my way down her neck and chest before finally taking a nipple in my mouth as I squeezed and fondled her breasts. She began to moan as I kissed, sucked and licked on one then the other breast. My handmoved slowly down her body. God, I've never felt such smooth skin. Her legs parted before I even reached her thong. I slipped my hand inside it and she arched her back."Oh my God Rob" she gasped as my fingers moved over her clit and down through her soaked pussy lips,. I started to get up, but he held me down. There was a knock on the stall door. "Oh, Shit", I thought. Then I heard his friend's voice asking if everything was okay. He swung open he door to find me on my knees with his friend's cock in my mouth. Needless to say, he didn't wait for an invitation. He quickly unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was a nice size too with a slight curve to the left. I opened my mouth eagerly as both their cocks slid in. It was like both of their cocks were. It gnawed at him. He was having trouble focusing and when he closed his eyes he kept seeing the cold, dead faces of the two people he’d killed staring back at him in accusation.He couldn’t help going over and over the two deaths. He couldn’t help but wonder if he should have spared the two somehow, if he shouldn’t have tried to wound them or maim them instead. He kept asking himself if there had been another way, a way to neutralize them but still keep them alive.Off and on, tears streamed down.