She knew her own son could smell her cunt and she loved that fact. She knew he could look at her twat, see her matted bush and the pink slit in betwee..., and she loved that fact. She was going to be an incestuous mother and fuck the shit out of her own son and she loved that fact. Her own husband was going to be present and would like it, and she loved that fact. Finally, Jennifer could be everything she really wanted to be. The kind of freak she was all along."Well, honey. Whatever it is that. Her cell phone rang. She pulled it out. He was just under two miles from the cottage. “Hi…Janelle, right?” he asked. “Yes…who’s this?” she said and he told her. “Ohhhhhh okay, hi Darrell. Did you find the cottage?” He said he wasn’t there yet but the directions were “impeccable.” She smiled. “I thought you’d like them. I sure hope you have a wonderful time,” she went on to say and then added, without saying it, because I want us to.” She was wearing her new and quite exclusive looking lace. " The story of the road traffic accident was nothing more than an elaborate pretence to persuade the school staff to release the girls into their custody." Didn't they check their credentials?" Apparently their ID looked genuine and they looked the part." Do we have any camera footage of them?" Unfortunately not. The school has a long sheltered history and is not the most progressive of institutions. There was no CCTV installed anywhere on the premises at all." That's absolutely ridiculous." I. They had all paid Daran a lot of money so that they can all have some fun with someone who looked like Lynn, a fetish of some sort.All four men looked swarthy and could have come from places like the Middle East. South America or India."Obey them as you will me," Daran ordered Lynn."Yes Master," Lynn obeyed."Come here," one of them commanded Lynn.Daran pushed her forward. Lynn was aware of them looking at her body in its bikini, and she started to stare at the long poles of flesh standing out.