There was music playing softly in the background and she looked at me and said, “Man I haven’t heard this one in a long time.” I listened carefu...ly and realized that we had danced to this song at high school dances. I stood up and asked, “Would you like to dance?” “Oh wow, you remembered,” she whispered as she stood up and I led her to the small dance floor in front of the stage where the band was setting up. Our bodies fit together so nicely as we danced, it was just like high school all over. The irony is not lost on me that John used cyber tools in order to get the information from my computer and my TVChix page that he needed to blackmail me.I find out that he is forty-four and married with two grown kids. That's all I need really to blackmail him back; the fact that I will expose him to his family as a transvestite admirer and or to the police as a blackmailer. Satisfied that I have what I need for now I print the information I need and head home, stopping on the way at a. She said once again “Leave me Zubin, don’t go any further”, not really meaning it though. She had by now surrendered to my erotic touch on her sacred triangle. I could sense her going weak in the knees now and her body was shivering. I decided that it was time for the final act. So I dropped the panty down with my hands, exposing her completely in front of me. My angel was stark nude without a piece of cloth on her and was craving for my touch. I lifted her in my arms and placed her on my bed.I. Then, it was getting late and you needed to sleep. I did too. Before you left, you sent me a friend request and I accepted it. You were now able to see the photos on my page. Photos I only allowed friends to view. Over the next week or so, we continued to run into each other in the chat rooms. We also became friends on Yahoo. While in one of the rooms, the subject had turned to mild BDSM. I mentioned something about nipple clamps and cuffs. And that I liked things like that. You whispered to me.