“Call me Allen, now that we’re going to be family,” he replied.Cindy was terrified he was going to say something, about her being a prostitute, ...ut he acted as if he’d never met her. He however did manage to slip her a note that said, “I’m staying at the hotel. If you don’t want my son to know about your activities at the hotel, come see me. I’m in room 523.”Late that evening, Cindy went to the hotel. It was the first time she’d been back since Vince’s death. Reluctant and fearful, she knocked. Wendy had booked the small salon for the next hour and a half as the four of them had their hair done and makeup applied. Then it was back to the house for a light lunch, washed down with French champagne of course, before getting dressed, ready for the big day.Wendy, Kellie and Gail all took great delight in making Jill strip naked and put on some extremely sexy French underwear that Wendy presented her with, each girl making sure that her breasts sat properly in the bra cup, their finger. It hurt so much that tears formed in my eyes, my ass burned terribly, and my face flushed red. Oooowww, I yelled, trying to catch my breath. I didn't know how many times he intended to hit me with that thing but I found myself hoping he would stop soon. "I don't hear you Peep! How many was that? "One sir!" Smack! "Two sir! He kept smacking me and I kept counting until my ass was numb to the pain and the adrenaline was coursing through my veins giving me an intense rush every time he would bring. "What can I do for you, young fellar?" he asked with a smile."I'd like to rent one of your boats," was my reply."It's been a very busy day and I only have one left," he stated."I'll take it," I said, as we began to negotiate on the length of time and the price. He told me to just leave the life jacket by the shed when I was done. He said there was no need to check out.Then he stated, "My combine is missing one bolt. My son didn't know that and took off with it. I've got to go out and find him..