You keep coming back to confess your deepest, darkest, most perverted fantasies to me. It feels so good to spill your secrets to me. I know so much about what goes on in that twisted, pervy mind of yours. What you don't know is that I've kept every single thing you've spilled to me. I have kept every message, every picture, and every video along with all of your personal information. It's been far too easy charming you and getting you to confide in me. You're so horny, weak, and desperate to tell me all of the perverted things you cum to. Don't you think for a second that I'm not going to hold all of that juicy life-ruining info over your head. You can delay your info being exp0sed, but you can't stop the inevitable. It's only a matter of when...