Daddy Jake came.He got up, and as he headed upstairs, he turned off the kitchen lights. He left me on the kitchen floor tied, gagged, used, and in the...dark.The floor was cold, but I didn’t care since I was already feeling the alcohol and was feeling sooooo good from being used.Daddy Jake came back in what seemed like ½ hr. Turned on the lights. Picked me up, and carried me to dining room, where he bent me over the table and FUCKED me again. This time much harder. As he fucked me he kept saying. And it could help mekeep my nails business-ready, if you can get better. We will try. But Iwill set the rules."With that, she laid down my "Improvement Plan." First, I would do my ownnails, fingers and toes, with a clear polish. I would do my toes twice aweek, to gain experience. Every Thursday, I would also do my fingers.Nothing glossy. It would not be noticed, she assured me. But I couldremove the clear coat from my fingers before work on Monday, though Iwould have to do them again. I paused to tease HIM and then said, “But of course that is the least I can do after all the joy HE brings YOU.” SHE and I went out an pick out a new dress, black like most of the other SHE has, with dark red heels and belt that went matched. The dress was about 2 inches above HER knee, which with her shorter legs, made it short on HER body. The 4 inch heels and stockings were just the right touch. Needless to say he was very happy with the end outfit and his coworkers are very jealous now.. “Don’t ever start something like that when you don’t have time to finish it!” She practically growled as she ran her hands over her face and back through her hair. Her breasts rising up with her arms and poking straight out, her nipples hardening. I smiled and took her hand and said her shower awaits.. and help her stand up out of the bed. Her legs just a little wobbly. “ How many of you were there last night anyway?” she asked as I lead her through the black out curtain and into the bathroom.