" So this isn't a dream?"She smiled. "No. This is real."Well, there goes that theory. "So I died." Yes." And I'm alive again." Yes."I nodded. "And it ...as you who saved me."Kira blinked. "Yes."My mind was starting to race. This was insane. Ridiculous, terrifying and amazing in equal measure. I knew in my heart she was telling me the truth. Holy fucking shitballs just about covered it. Okay, the next most important question then."Can I go back?" No." Why not?"Kira sat back in her chair. "Because. “Go for it, honey!”There was a stage manager, but it didn’t take any real difficulty for me to convince him to let me backstage to do a song.“You’re a Yank, aren’t ya?” The accent was wrong. It wasn’t Australian. It was British, actually. My ear for voices couldn’t be wrong.“And I hear you’re a POM,” I said, using the local Aussie euphemism for somebody born in England that I heard in a few of the jokes at the table earlier.“You have a good ear for accents. At least you didn’t add the last. .." I did not finish the sentence, instead I reached out towards his thick cock with my hand in the hope he would not react badly.He simply looked over with that same grin and moved his hand away from himself."Sure thing. Be my guest." he replied after I had him in my hand. "but use some of this."As if from no where (I later found out he had it stuffed down the sofa cushions) he produced a bottle of lube. He squirted the bottle so the gel rested upon his tip. I ran my palm over him and spread. I guessthe answer is that if the person was in drag and a friend, probably." Sounds to me like you are a repressed cocksucker and in denial! Yourwife told me that she thinks that all crossdressers are cocksuckers andwants me to determine if that is true. Anyway continue." Well let's see, all that is left is that I am a fan of latex andbondage. I love total enclosure. The smell of latex is really erotic tome. Get me dressed a catsuit, hood, penis gag, and truss me up in abondage bag and I'm in.