” I said with as steady a voice as I could. “Umm we have a video of you two.” Peter continued. “My friend took it on his I-phone and saved it....�� He finished looking at my face for the first time. “Umm can I see it?” I asked nicely. “Yeah sure, He sent it to me on my email. He told me to ask to do something for us or we’d send it to the police.” He finished almost sounding like he was going to cry. He handed me his phone the video was clear as day; he had me coming into Ryan’s room in a school. ”“Right,” Evelyn was waiting for me outside when I got back, with her arresting looks and familiar truculence: “where can we go and not be frickin spied on?”“My bedroom.” I took her up, still feeling guilty as hell.“Let’s be naked,” she stripped in a moment, so I followed her example. I climbed onto the bed with her, wondering why this wasn’t sexy.“It’s even hotter in here,” she complained. The heat from the lower floors tends to gather up here at the top of the building. I got up and opened. Perhaps Doug is frustrated, but he never talks about his feelings. He’s your typical, Midwest blue collar worker. He works hard, he loves his family and his house, but he never talks about what’s going on behind the scenes. He thinks that if a man breaks the barrier and talks about feelings then he’s weak,” she said. I understood, of course I did. My grandfather was the same, it’s a generation thing. My grandfather was a man’s man. Work was completed to a high-standard, beer was drunk cold,. I looked eagerly at the changing scenes on my computer screen. And there she was…Swatii: Good evening Sir, how may I help you?I was in mixed feelings. She was wearing a blue sari with the dupatta being dropped to give a good view of her big juicy breasts. And yet she spoke in a formal tone.Swatii: (Breaking into a hysterical laugh) Look at you, honey it’s a sex chat! Why are you still dressed? Remove and relax…I removed all my clothes and sat naked in front of Swatii.Swatii: That’s better..