Karen said, “Not so fast Debra. I don’t mind giving finger sex but just so you know I am very choosy about whom I have sex with. But yes you are c...rtainly someone I rather fancy.” After a moment Karen added, “But the tariff is also very high.” “What do you mean?” Debra asked in a surprised tone. Karen looked serious when she replied, “The thing I really enjoy is giving the cane. I love the feel of it and the gasps of pain it produces. That is the high tariff.” “How high?” Debra asked. His anger had only grown during the week and he knew that it would eat at him until he said something."Good morning Chris," Allison said as came into the kitchen and went over to make her morning cup of coffee. "Morning," he mumbled in reply.She set the coffee maker and turned to Chris. "Chris, we have to talk," she said firmly. However, inside she felt anything but firm. Chris looked up at his mother and said, "Yes we do."His response surprised Allison. She was the one that needed to talk to. ’ ‘See there, Keith, it’s not so very hard to do things correctly! And doing things like you should will sometimes get you a reward. Now, since each of you will enter into your treatments this very evening, and since, dear Keith, this will be your very last opportunity to ever get that pathetic little thing you call a dick up into a woman’s pussy again, I’m going to let you up so that you can come up and fuck your dear wife one last time! Oh how generous I am tonight!’ The assistants released. So is the rest of the house.He takes the aspirins, cringes when he sees a huge black eye staring back at him in the bathroom mirror. Then he notices a note hanging on the corner of the mirror written in red with little hearts on it and a kiss mark from his wife in lipstick: “Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to get groceries to make you your favorite dinner tonight. I love you, darling! Love, Jillian”.He stumbles to the kitchen and sure enough, there is hot breakfast, steaming hot.