If she wanted to ... and she didn’t ... she’d need to move away. She could. There was nothing tying her to the town. Except ... she thought of Esm..., receptionist at the Health Club. Glad, of the Barge Tearooms. That librarian, what was her name? Dulcie, at the church. People who accepted her as she was, extended the hand of friendship. Would she find the same elsewhere?She showered – again – and dressed with care. Thick tights under a long skirt in a heavy, dense, wool mix. A blouse, but over. ”Alice wanted to contest whether she was worthy of such a reward but remained silent, sensing that Lorraine had more to say.“I ask only one thing of you in return Alice.””Anything, what do you want?”“That you find my son, and if he is of sound character that you share with him my inheritance.”Alice pondered, analysing what was being said. She knew Lorraine well and could easily see what was meant by ‘of sound character’ , someone who would not abuse and fritter away the financial empire she had. Tingles raced through me as he said, “‘I will never give a command again without Daddy’s permission.’”A shiver ran through me, my pussy clenching. It was the ultimate act of surrender. To utterly give the reigns of my mind control powers, the ability to do whatever I wanted, to my daddy. To devote myself to him with every ounce of my soul. I didn’t have to do this. I could order him to love it when I gave commands. To be happy that I turned Uncle Wayne into a pathetic cuckold, to punish the man. Either way, I was wishing he was awake to help or just to watch. I couldn’t sleep because his snoring got to be too much. I grabbed my Kindle and went out to the living room to read for awhile. The story I was reading had some pretty steamy sex in it. Pretty soon my hand found its way to my pussy. I guess I was hornier than I had thought because my pussy was really wet. I read and rubbed for about five minutes when I heard the sounds of someone crying coming from the spare room where Becky was.