"Well, you could get her to let you fuck her right there in the living room, y'know, on the floor. We'd have to get her plenty high, though, so the li...uor has to come out instead of beer, and she'd definitely need to smoke some too. . ." Mark went off into his monologue, devising his plan on how he was going to get head by his sister.And quite frankly, I was getting pretty turned on by the idea, and so I agreed to the plan.All afternoon, we cranked tunes and drank whiskey and beer, and got. ‘Fine, but stay behind me and promise me, you’ll do whatever I tell you to, no questions. Promise?’ ‘Yeah,’ she said. ‘I promise. You got a gun nearby?’ ‘In the bedroom,’ he growled, wanting to hit himself for not being more prepared. He walked to the bathroom door, standing with his ear pressed against it, listening intently. No noises could be heard through the door, but that didn’t make him feel any better. Someone could be right outside the door and he wouldn’t know it until he got the door. Bcos of many files opened Laptop getting hanged in most of times. Then i got to close down some of them. While closing some of them restored in maximum to the screen & i ws shocked all of a sudden to see them. It ws nt tht clear bt i cn see a female sitting on a european closet with her pants off to her knees. n the bathroom was the same sisters office. Thn by costumes n zooming i came to knew it ws my sister. I got it clear tht her boss use to show her these pictures n blackmail her. tht ws. " And who is she?" Phoebe asked."Grace Harcourt," I averred."Haughty you say," Phoebe enquired, "Indeed, yes, I do believe I know of her, yes, she was mistress to the older Lord Harcourt among others I believe." Among others?" I enquired."Oh yes," Phoebe agreed. "She spent hours preening herself and sitting in the reading rooms and attending balls with some old witch, fluttering her eyelashes at every young gentleman and old now you mention it, that could still get his manhood to stand." So.