"Dance with me," she said.In a daze, with what I'm sure was a goofy grin on my own face, I followed her on to the club's tiny dancefloor. The jukebox ...as playing George McRae's 'Rock Your Baby' - the owner kept it stocked with early-seventies music - and as we danced I couldn't take my eyes off her. The next record was Michael Jackson's 'Ben', and she immediately moved into my arms as it started up. The incongruity of slow dancing with such an incredibly beautiful woman to a song about a rat. One day, a neighbor recognized me and came to tell me. Initially, I was a little scared and I fucked with him to keep the secret. But it madly excited me and I asked him to talk about it and showed my photos and videos to others. I spoke to my husband who was immediately ok. So, others came to tell me that they knew about me and that they also wanted to fuck me in exchange for their silence. Except that I did not want their silence, on the contrary. With time, they allowed themselves to come. It wasn’t long before I got into a conversation with the two folks next to me. They were from out of town too. Turns out they were both bi (a couple) and we were having fun chatting about a lot of things, I told them that I was male but had an affection for both transgender and female, its always nice to have these super honest conversations. A lady was standing next to me at the bar so I offered her my chair and moved over closer to the corner and to the folks I was talking to. We had a couple. ” She was excited. Her hands were fluttering. There were only three things on the stage. First was the contraption with the polished wooden bench. The one Vicky had been riding out in the trade show. Second was a wooden arch, about eight feet wide and ten feet high. It was maybe 6 inches thick all the way around, it's polished surface reflected the stage lights. The third item was Christina. With the exception of her thigh high, spiked heel, pirate boots she was nude. Her wrists were secured to.