"Jake chuckled. "It's probably just a matter of time. Someone will push the boundary and you'll see your limits." I don't know, Jake. Hasn't happened ...et!" So what if I asked you to ... do twenty jumping jacks?"Abbie stood up and began to jump up and down. "What's the big deal? It's just exercise! Everyone should exercise more." What if I asked you to ... dump your coffee on the floor, and then use your sweater to clean it up?"Abbie looked at Jake, shrugged, and then poured her coffee on the. When he ordered her to look up at him, she obeyed, drool running down her chin. There she was, naked, on her knees, being degraded, verbally abused by daddy, who called her a cunt, a whore, a fucking Catholic slut. (Never understood that, since daddy was Catholic too. In fact, they were both wearing small crucifixes around their necks. Kind of funny when you consider how nasty the sex was.)Suddenly, without warning, he pushed her down on the carpet. She lay there, unmoving. But she did speak to. So she bent and started rubbing his cock on her short hair.Within seconds the cock was ready for entry. Her tight hole was already well lubricated. She opened a condom and rolled it all the way down his cock, then lay down, inviting him to intercourse. It looked like they were going for the missionary, but it was only a practice session.He held Shimona’s hands, pinned her down in light bondage. She was sliding his cock over her pussy lips and lower belly, kissing the tattoo on her neck. Shimona. . . so it won’t go too bad tonight?’ ‘Certainly!’ I said, wondering if I was any better than him. After all, I was taking advantage of her by having her strip for me twice when once would be enough. I left her alone to dress as I downloaded the images and chose about 12 which I printed out on a contact sheet at a low resolution so they would be grainy and look like nothing but ‘practice’ shots. When she came out of the studio I handed the sheet of pictures to her. ‘They don’t look as good on.