You send the photos of your daughter

"I'm sorry, Ash," you whisper to yourself and click send.

As you wait for a response you open the folder up and start flipping through the photos of your daughter. She looks much like your wife did at that age, but possibly even a sexier. In the photos she's very tan except where her bikini would cover. Her pussy is shaved completely bald which is a little off putting, because it makes her look even younger than she is. When you get to the cucumber photo you unzip your pants and take out your hard cock. As you stroke you wonder what happened to that cucumber? Did it end up in a salad that you ate? Was Ashley at the dinner table that night watching her parents eat the cucumber that broke her hymen? If so, how did it make her feel?

Your thoughts and stroking are interrupted by a new mail alert. It’s your blackmailer:

John,

Well done. These are even better than expected. As promised I’ve destroyed five pieces of evidence. Now things are going to get really interesting. When you get back to work I want you to set up an anonymous chat account. Use it to send a message to her phone telling her you’re a hacker and you’ve stolen files off her computer. Send her whatever evidence you need to send and threaten to tell her parents if she doesn’t agree to do everything you say. Once she agrees make her prove her obedience to you by doing something simple, like sending a picture of her ass. Once you’ve got her on the hook let me know.

Once you get back to work you do as your blackmailer ordered. Entering Ashley’s phone number you type out a message: “Ashley, I know what you’ve been doing.” -SEND-

It’s 15 minutes before she responds: “Who is this?”

You: “It doesn’t matter who I am. All that matters is I know what you do in your bedroom late at night.”

Ashley: “Fuck you, creep. Don’t message me again.”

You can’t help but chuckle reading your daughter call you a creep. You load one of the photos of Ashley flashing her tits into the messenger and hit send.

Ashley: “Where did you get that?”

You load a second image of Ashley bent over spreading her ass cheeks.

Ashley: “WHO IS THIS?”

You: I said it doesn’t matter. I hacked into your computer and found these images and more.

There’s a long pause before she responds.

Ashley: “WTF? WHO ARE YOU?”

You: “How do you think your parents will feel if I send this photo of their daughter with a cucumber up her little pussy? Or maybe these photos of you drinking and doing **** on the beach?”

Ashley: “Please don’t. This is some sort of joke. Is this Cindy?”

You: “No, this isn’t Cindy. This is someone who’s going to tell your parents that their little girl is a slutty, druggy whore. Or speaking of Cindy, maybe I send these beach pictures to her parents, too?”

You realize you might be getting carried away and start to feel guilty. Five minutes pass and she doesn’t respond.

You: “Are you there?”

Ashley: “Yes.”

You: “Am I sending these photos to your parents or not?”

Ashley: “I have a choice?”

You: “Yes, Ashley, you have a choice. You can either do what I tell you or I send these photos to your parents. I’ll also send the beach photos to Cindy’s parents."

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