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Jessica had been standing apart from the crowd, gloating, but she was blocked by a strong police officer when she turned towards the elevator. "You heard the detective," he said, "Go over there." He pointed to where everyone else was. "Raise your hands and wait for someone to read you your rights."

Jessica began to cry - she was quite a good actress, and her act was very believable.. She looked up at the man, read his name tag, and said, "Officer Parks, I have nothing to do with this. I just came here to visit my husband. He had a heart attack. Please don't arrest me…."

Officer Parks frowned and said, "Hold on, Ma'am." He used his radio to call one of the officers by the Admitting counter. Then, after a few minutes, he turned back to Jessica. "I'm sorry to have bothered you, Ma'am. You're free to go." He stepped aside, and she slipped past him.

Once the commotion was behind her, Jessica sent her daughter a text message. explaining what was happening and how she'd narrowly missed being arrested. "I do feel bad about all of those people that are being arrested," she added.

Joyce: "Don't worry. I'll talk to Uncle James, and he'll get them out. You'll see. And after this, Crystal will have no choice but to cooperate!"

Jessica: "Joyce, I am so proud of you. You are getting smarter every day. I will help your dad recover. Then, when he is back home, I will talk to him about putting the Henry Group in your name."

Jessica smiled when she read that. She drove her BMW to Cecelia's villa, using her right hand to steer and her left to text. Cecelia was her cousin, who she admired a lot. Cecilia often gave her great advice. For example, after telling her about Todd's idea of having Crystal assaulted at the hospital's entrance, it was her idea to post a watch at the nurse's station so that everyone could be in place at the exact right moment.

Cecelia was in the middle of a massage when Joyce arrived, so when she rang the bell, her Uncle, James, answered the door. He was wearing dark plaid silk pajamas.

"Uncle James!" Joyce exclaimed. "It is good to see you." She showed him two bottles of wine that she'd brought with her. "My mother knows that you like wine, so she sent me with these. I hope that you like them!"

James stepped aside, accepted the wine with thanks, and said, "Joyce, you are welcome to come in, but Cecelia is having a massage. I don't know how long she'll be..."

"That's okay," Joyce replied. "There is something I need to talk to you about anyway." There were guest slippers by the door, and when she bent over to put them on, her short, tight-fitting dress lifted enough to reveal a half-inch of her buttocks and a thin strip of black lace thong underwear.

Joyce smiled at the thought of her Uncle James standing behind her, with his lust-filled eyes caressing every inch of her body.

James frowned. He was in his forties, and his desire for his niece made him feel like his body was betraying him. He felt his manhood grow hard, and his face turned red from embarrassment. He knew that he had been presented with an invitation, and it shamed him to know in advance that he would accept whatever came with it.

Joyce was still bent over. Only a second or two had passed, but to James, those seconds had felt like an eternity. He placed one hand on either side of his niece's hips, leaned into her, and pleased himself against her taut ass.

Joyce smiled as she pretended to twist her ankle. Her arms flailed, and she would have fallen if her Uncle hadn't caught her. He took a half step backward as she fell into his arms, and his hands found their way around her body and came together, flat against her abdomen.

Joyce sighed and said, "Thanks, Uncle James." She turned in his arms and looked him in the eyes, and as she moved, she created intentional friction between her body and his swollen member. "Uncle James, you are so naughty." Her tone of voice was playful. Shel knew that what men most desired was that which was most forbidden to them. "What would Cecilia think if she saw us together like this?"

"She won't." James gripped Joyce's ass and said, "And I won't tell if you don't tell." He pulled her towards himself and began to press his swollen member against her pubic mound.

Joyce leaned forward, nibbled on his earlobe, moaned, and said, "I am so fucking wet…."

James's hands were still on his niece's buttocks, and he used the index finger on his left hand to slide her thong out of the way. Then he stretched his free hand to its limit. He slipped his index and middle finger into her sopping wet cunt and began to finger-fuck her from behind. "You dirty girl," he grunted. "You like that, don't you? "Say, 'Uncle."

"Uncle," Joyce moaned. "Oh, Uncle, don't stop!" Joyce imagined that they had an audience, and her body shook from the force of her first orgasm as a torrent of female ejaculate flooded over his hand and down her leg.

James brought his fingers to a slow stop to allow his niece a few minutes to catch her breath, and he picked her up and carried her to the couch. He tried to lay her down so that he could mount her, but she remained stubbornly seated upright. He looked down with a confused expression on his face.

Joyce looked up at her Uncle and smiled sweetly. Then she began to undo his belt. Once his robe was open, she took hold of his prick and kissed the tip. "Uncle James," she said. "It's so big. When we're done, though, I need to ask you a favor."

"Whatever you need," James moaned. "You can count on me."

"That's what I hoped you'd say," Joyce said, and she opened her mouth wide to make a sheath for his sword.