I walk in on you making a sandwich and decide to help you. I grab a much larger piece of cutlery and demand that you sit on the counter and watch. I pull your pants off as you protest. What comes next?

Will it be you or will I slice up some sausage for the sandwich?

Step-Mommy's been drinking again. I'm a little sloppy and a little aggressive, but you're just a clumsy baby and you can't make a sandwich with a dull tool. Watch as I trace the shiny cold metal down your skin, your naked lower half. Will I be able to control myself?

What do I plan on putting on that sandwich ... Show more