They were constantly mopping her face and neck with cool cloths. Both siblings were dead set against drugs, but that night and the next gave them a wh...le new perspective on addiction.By the third night, Andi was lucid enough to talk with them, and the restraining straps were off. She could hardly talk, though, without breaking into tears. She was thankful for the rescue, ashamed of how they had seen her act, and depressed that nothing had changed from what got her into drugs. She still did not. It was Shanti’s brother at the other end. “Hello, Daddy breathed his last around 5 pm. Can I talk to Shanti?” I was shocked, honestly. I feared my plans for the evening might fizzle out. I was so aroused that I could not think of anything else. I could not even feel sorry for my wife’s deceased father. “I am deeply sorry,” I spoke bringing some emotion into my voice. “Your sister is not at home at the moment. I will tell her and we will start at once.” For the next couple of minutes, until. Bored. Here's to you Mrs.Robinson."Okay," he says, sounding unsure, but pulling down the zip slowly downmy back, exposing the black lace band of my bra, my pale skin, and thenfinally the glossy spandex of my support wear. The zip gets stuck at myass and so he pulls harder, and something tears, loudly.Scott lied to me, used me, fucked me. Chalmers lied to me, used me,fucked me. Ellen lied to me, used me... fuck it."You tore it," I say, turning around, pulling my arms from the dressand pushing it. She just wasn't in the seduction game tonight.But I could hardly believe it when I saw Donna. She had chosen to go barefoot, and she was wearing the shortest, tightest pair of cut-offs I had ever seen. The shorts were cut all the way up to the pockets in back, and the bottom slopes and creases of Donna's magnificent ass were on clear display. And that's not all. The front of those tight shorts just molded her pussy, clearly outlining the lips of her cunt. She couldn't possibly have been wearing.