I think it would be better if I were 'Uncle Mark' rather than 'Daddy.' Uncles can stay away and still be close." I agree. Thanks for telling me." No p...oblem. You better get moving. You don't want to be late." Thanks. I'll see you after work." Ok. Remember, you're staying for dinner tonight as well." Ok. See you tonight Sarah. Be good for Uncle Mark."She gave her little girl a hug and kiss before she turned and left for work.We went over to main house for lunch. After we had finished eating, Mom. Considering the mile-plus distance from here to the house, Brandon had made good time. He arrived brandishing a check. I didn't get a good look at the dollar value, but there were four digits involved, not counting the decimel point. "There," he said. "I bought the computer, I bought the clothes, I know how much they cost. That should cover it and then some."His father looked at the check. "You don't have this much money," he sneered."Try me," Brandon said. "My bank account looks like yours in. She clicked to the next page.“Use the search window.” He prompted. It was not a suggestion.“Okay.” She replied dumbly. His verbal instructions often bound her as effectively as ropes did. She hovered over the search bar and thought about what to type in. She considered typing BDSM but knew from her previous experience that there were certain types of BDSM that she liked and some that were a bit too hard-core for her – and maybe Reid- and sifting through to find the right one sometimes took. ?Don’t lose your balance.? Lillian sobs, rocking on her toes. She isn’t as much standing as she is balancing. Her predicament is delightfully wicked. She can either stand and brave the current or hang by her tits and avoid it. I’m eager to find out which it will be, though Lillian is not. Her cries are downright frantic, reaching impossible levels of terror.?It’s time for a go-go!? I laugh.The current stabs Lillian’s feet. The arrow of electricity sends her leaping from the pallet. She nearly.