After a few minutes, the old man,gradually become bolder -- he was now slowly and more firmlycaressing my bottom and sensing my nervousness and dilemm... andlack of resistance on my part , begin to now cup my buttocks. I wasreally stunned by this and very surprised by his boldness and glancedbehind and around me to see if anybody had noticed - Nobody else inthe crowded bus was aware of what was going on and the old manhimself was immediately behind me with a very indifferent andinnocent. It made it special.“Six years ago I never imagined I’d be with you tonight…or any night for that matter. I’d read some of your erotica and spent time reading your forum posts but it wasn’t in my head that we would be here together. Not ever.“It’s a beautiful night. The moon’s full; the sky has stars. The air’s cool; the fire keeps us warm. The crackling of the plum tree limbs and their aroma makes it special to be here. But even without it, it’s good to be with you."You never mentioned you had. ‘Ah I don’t wanna discus about my bf, he just makes me angry’ I replied but he kept insisting. ‘You can share with me dear; it will clear your mind’. I started telling him about our fights and deterioration of our relationship and soon tears welled up in my eyes. Suresh saw this and suddenly grabbed my hand ‘You know I’m there for you right?’I was taken aback by his sudden move but I don’t know why I didn’t remove his hand away and simply kept silent. He placed the cups on the floor and came. It was more or less a warning mail. She stated that she would receive many blackmail requests; most of them from perverts who would just have the fantasy of being blackmailed and try to trick her in one way or the other. Therefore, if really ready to explore the darker, more dangerous side of the fetish world, I should reconfirm my application along with a face pic on which I have a sheet of paper in my hands stating that I am a slave who wants to get blackmailed. She told me to be careful what.