My second wife Beth was still fast asleep upstairs in her own room, she was not an early riser."Daddy," Emma said, "now I'm at college, can I stay her..., it much easier to get there from here; Mummy has oked it." My darling," I smiled at my youngest daughter, "it would be a pleasure to have you here. I sure Beth will love to take you both shopping too." Thanks daddy, but mum has said I must spend the weekends with her, is that alright?" she said."Sure my love," I smiled at her, "it's going to be. She gave a light laugh. "I'm sure not," she told me. "He's hung in there all these years and hasn't done anything about it, well, not really, he's got to love her. It'll make things better for them, him and her both, not worse. I don't even know why I thought of that story, I just did." Too close to home," I said. "You know, you might want to keep little tid-bits like that to yourself, huh?" Do me a favor, don't say that for a while, honey, OK?" she popped up."What? 'Keep it to yourself?' I. I have to talk with you this morning. I read the book. I think I understand them, a little better. Tying me up is just going to make me angry again.”“But you’re ready, Mommy.” He looked up, plain faced.“For what?” I worried.“To begin your training. Now that you’re my cum slut, Mommy. I have to start on raping you for real.”I opened my mouth to object, vehemently, but nothing issued.He looked at my reddedned wrists. Flakes of skin peeled from beneath cords.“Do those hurt?”“YES!” I cried. Still. “I am not negotiating the conditions with you girl. If you want to further discuss this matter, make me a check for 85,000”Kathleen trembled, she didn’t plan to go this far. She wasn’t even to bring her checkbook to the meeting, but she knew it will ruin her fantasy if she couldn’t really turn it real, so she put it in her purse just before leaving the house. Now it was playing against her because she was so horny that she could barely think.She wrote the check, and almost orgasmed there.Marked.