“Uh huh. I didn’t know she had it. Maybe your dad would have as he was the oldest but he never said anything to me. She’d forgotten about it ...nd the trust. I guess it was her Alzheimer’s. The attorney couldn’t tell us about it until she was declared incompetent. The taxes were paid automatically through the law firm from the trust along with the other parcels she owned. It turns out all this land was handed down for generations to supply the cotton mills Great Grandfather Logan built. So. But mostlyangry. Katie had gone overseas to help out those in need and some goddam fucking fanatical group had attacked the community she had beenin. The group had abducted her (along with all of the community'syoung daughters) and no word had been heard from any of these girlssince. This group was trying to steal Katie's future, steal herindependence, steal her freedom, steal her life!Though there where plenty of other emotions and thoughts all trying topoke their way into the forefront of. My twitching erection under my evening gown was now dictating all of my actions. This was a thing that I couldn't understand. What was happening to me? At the very least I should have felt depressed if I was no longer mad with her, but I was nowhere close to being depressed. On the contrary I was anxious and very exited.I began reading from where I had left off the last time. Once again she kept on telling how she had enjoyed her evening with Sam and how she was anxious to resume where they had. I apply some Astroglide to my asshole and pussy. Parker watches me closely. I blush again, embarrassed to be seen as I prepare my own ass and pussy to be ravaged. I redo my lipstick; there is always one of my lipsticks and gloss in this bathroom, and once it is done, Parker opens the doors to the master bedroom. I enter it, and he leaves, closing the doors behind him.I approach the four poster bed. The bedposts are thick and strong. There are rings on them, to tie a girl with, but I have never.