Like father, Like daughter: You both failed me

The first thing your eyes fall on when you open the email is the recipient field. There are two email addresses: yours and one you don't recognize. Reading the email it doesn't take long to realize the other address must belong to Ashley:

Tsk. Tsk. You both had very clear instructions. All you had to do was respect the wall but neither of you could do that. I guess what we've learned today is sexual appetite and perversity is hereditary. Ashley, I'm surprised. I thought you'd require more coaxing but you took the initiative and chose to embrace this path I've started you on with very little encouragement. John, I'm only a little surprised. I knew you were a sexual deviant but I didn't think you'd so eagerly risk everything. You've both ruined my plans to slowly bring you together, but you two really are so much alike, so I guess there's no point in keeping you apart. New house rules:

1. You'll both be naked in the house. Always.
2. You'll both go to bed at 10 p.m. each night but every night before you go to bed you'll both masturbate (in separate rooms) until you edge. You will not orgasm again until I say so.
3. You'll sleep in the same bed together each night.
4. You'll kiss on the lips and hug each other once you get into bed but other than that you're to have no physical contact.

If you follow my rules for five nights straight I'll destroy a piece of evidence.

Please disappoint me.

You close the email and look around the room. You know the blackmailer is watching and listening in every room but you still don't know how. If you could only find a way to communicate with Ashley without the blackmailer finding out. You sigh and look at the clock. It's 9:17 p.m.

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