I opened the cover of the book and there was a beautiful drawing done her saying SNEHA’S WISH-LIST. I just flipped a page and there was the dare I w...s suppose to do.HAVE SEX WITH SOMEONE OTHER THAN MY HUSBAND ON MY HUSBAND’s CHAIR, ONLY IN DOGGY STYLE UNTIL HE COMES. And there was a drawing made, with a chair and a girl getting fucked. There was also a blank space on that page. I just looked at her and asked her – what’s this space for? She smiled and said – it’s for a picture of us fucking. "Patrick ... we are not happy with that report card, to say the least. And there will be consequences. You know that the first quarter of senior year is the one that colleges look at most closely. Do you realize you've probably ruined your chances of getting into one of the better universities?"That last statement didn't bother me terribly. I was set on going to Rutgers; I'd certainly get in there. I had no intention of attending the "better universities" of which Dad was speaking – Ivy League. "You will always do your business here" I tell her. "And one more rule, keep that shit hole sparkly clean like last night deary"I then went inside to enjoy a bacon sandwich whilst I thought of the day to come. First get her clean. The hairdressers, tattooists, lingerie shops.Once mother had done in the back yard, I let her back into the house and led her to the bathroom. I instructed her to shower properly, and to make sure her arse was pristine. “You must be ready to be fucked in any hole by. They always seemed to have an excuse to be there. Janet said it had made her feel a bit uncomfortable at first but she had got more used to it as she got to know them. She had said that because they had been catching her in her underwear it was making her feel a bit horny and she used to hang about in the changing rooms just so they could ogle her. We arrived and were welcomed at the door with drinks. The party seemed to be going full blast although we couldn’t see anybody they were probably in.