V. Closing my eyes, I try gathering my strength to get off the love seat, but before I can make an attempt I feel the full weight of a body landing on...me and lips locking into a kiss with my own. Impulsively my lips respond, but as my eyes open and the fact that I’m making out with my sister hits me, I quickly shove her off and spring to the floor. “Christi, what do you think you’re doing?” “What am I doing?!” she screams, “What the FUCK are you doing? Last night I’m good enough to give you a. But he was a powerful man, within a minute, he was on his feet and removed the ropes from the hooks on the door and asked Richa to lick his semen drops from the floor where she was standing. Richa didn’t even think about resisting and licked the floor clean before being pulled on the bed beside him. But it seemed he was just not done, he stuffed his fingers in Richa’s cunt this time and started fucking her hard. She was completely spared by then and laid on the bed like a doll allowing him to. After all, the old lecherous bastard, despite his obvious distaste for you, or perhaps out of some perverse desire to annoy his own children, had left his mansion - Coldbrook Manor, in rural Maine - to you.Lots of stories about the estate have been handed down through the family - stories about it being haunted, or cursed - the kind of stories older kids in large dynastic families tell to their impressionable cousins to terrify them.The fact of the matter, as some of the more sober and. "My, you certainly look different today, Marcy. Hard to believe you're a business woman from the States." Well, I'm not actually a business woman, but I am working now as you will soon find out." She smiled at Barbara as she placed a small box on the desk."Take a look at this stuff. You just won't believe it."Marcy showed her a copy of a driver license that indicated she was really just 16. She showed her a copy of the hotel bill which was paid by credit card. The credit card belonged to Barb.