She watched, watched, until finally it was over and the three of them sprawled among the blankets, sweating and breathless. ‘And to think,’ Jacqu...line purred in her ear. ‘This is but the first day.’ The first day. With each day that followed, similar scenes were played out as Constance was made to look on. Marie and various members of the crew. Marie alone, frigging herself. Marie kneeling over Constance’s head, cunny presented to Constance’s questing tongue. Once, Jacqueline lined up half a. ”With a lovely laugh, Lois inquired, “Are you asking me to play Mata Hari to Keating?”“No, first because you’re smarter and better looking than the historical Mata Hari, second because you don’t have Mata Hari’s visibility as a dancer that the Senator might watch in a theater and meet afterwards, and third, because we’re probably going to be more effective using our own people to get talking to his staff.”“Oh hell. Well, maybe I can be Mata Hari in here. Give me a couple of minutes.” She went. You are a sister after my own heart, it seems.’ This seeped through the daze that held William deGranville. He looked blearily at them, and his eyes cleared. ‘What … what was that?’ ‘Sister,’ Constance said. ‘Jacqueline is my sister, your daughter, the child that Mother unknowingly carried in her belly when she sailed from Veradoga all those years ago.’ ‘Our sister?’ Rob asked weakly. ‘And she … she did this to us?’ ‘To your own family?’ William added, aghast. ‘My true family is here,’. I lifted the first item out. It was a frilly black tutu, with neon pinklaces and trim. I suppose a skirt of sorts made sense, I couldn't wearanything now with individual leg holes because of my tail. I slipped iton and tied the laces at the waist.Next was a corset. Again black with pink laces and trim. I slipped itaround my waist and hooked it up at the front, my breasts fittingcomfortably in the cups. There was no alteration needed with the laces,it fit my tiny waist like a glove.Finally was a.