In the past several hours, Joyce had opened up about her time after the divorce and I could tell it was painful. She had made a mistake she couldn't u...do and had fallen into depression. She saw a psychiatrist for several months to get her life back in some kind of order and it seemed to help. She had quit her job and had been working swing shift at a local long-term care hospital. It didn't pay much, but, like me, she had no social life and so her needs were minimal.When Kirsten called her and. .(pant). I won the match with that 'helpless' line I think because she drove into me and started to grind away pushing her pussy into the back of that strap-on and crushing my poor aching clit. I yelped again. "Please, mistress....(pant) ...let your worthless ...(pant)...slave cum for your.....pleasure." She was busy enjoying the orgasm I gave to her mind but through her frantic breath I heard what I was longing for. "You may now....(pant)... cum for me...(pant)...'worthless' slave." It was. He'd been with several girls before but none of them had pussy hair anything like Samantha's. He was beginning to quickly find out that his very own younger sister was way hotter and sexier than any other babe he'd ever known or been sexually involved with. Pete felt his cock already growing hard and erect again even though Samantha had just sucked him off from just looking at his sister naked body lying there waiting for his attentions.Pete moved on his knees in between Samantha's spread. ’ ‘You’ve got me. I only did that for the drugs and it’s all I do. That’s why I couldn’t do it for you when you wanted me to. I wanted it fresh and pure for you,’ she said, sobbing. She then looked down at the needle. ‘Don’t do it Marianne,’ Albert shouted, ‘We can get help for you.’ ‘The only help for me is in this needle,’ she said. ‘We can fix…’ he stopped as she pushed the needle into her vein and squeezed the plunger. Without pausing, Albert turned and walked to the street, heading back.