I'll set it up. And, Red, thanks for talking to me. It was nice," she said. I nodded, rose, and went into the backroom. "Well, that was short," said ...oanna. Her brow was knitted. "It was all business. She wants me to talk to the kids. Says that they want to talk to me," I said. "You going to?" she said. Yes. I guess so. Supposed to happen Saturday, here, at 2:00PM. That okay with you, boss?" I said. "Well good. Of course it's all right with me," said Joanna. "Oh, and Rob will be back from. I naturally changed the names of all affected people (except for my real first name which is quite common here in good old Germany) because I do not want to cause trouble for anyone involved. But I am rushing ahead of myself ( as I often do). Introductions are in order. I am Jennifer (who hates to be called Jenny, by the way) and I grew up in a remote town in South Germany, Bavaria, to be more specific. My childhood there was boring and uneventful. I was this one plain girl which you would see. Her plane from Paris had been late, but the garage hadn't yet closed for lunch.Usually she flew into the Beziers-Vias airport, closer to home, but the Audi dealership she used was in Montpellier. Spending a day or two a week at her atelier in Paris meant she always wanted to get home quickly, reduce the time away.She stopped to eat at a small restaurant off the Route National so she could chat with the formidable lady who ran the place. The food was simple but tasty in the style of Languedoc,. She never knows who it is, this is way she is beingfooled; never knowing who is fucking her and the onefucking her is fooled because he thinks that she thinksit’s me.On this night I had decided to let my Dad fuck her. Heis in his mid 70’s and kept telling me how he hasn’thad sex in 6 years. One day I explained to him thatEllen and I play this game where I tie her up andblindfold her and then I have sex with her. I told him,why don’t you come over and I would let him fuck.