Two gang bitches were playing with her breasts laughing as Jenna jerked ever more violently as the cane ripped across her thighs and pussy.AHHHHH, Jen...a shivered, convulsing. Miguel laughed. How many is that? “BITCH, answer, how many is that, do you want me to start over.” “Barely able to talk, Jenna answered. “Seven, please no more.”Where the welts were the reddest little droplets of blood were appearing.Miguel again teased her with the rod and then swung. Jenna jerked wildlybut the rod. She was massaging his scalp as she worked the shampoo into a lather. Liam drifted off as she continued washing his hair and brushing her tits on his arm. She could see the thin straps of the bra that Liam was wearing and gained a realization why he would be at a salon in the first place. Sure, some men came to the salon for a wash and a cut but they had scheduled a facial, and eyebrows too. She only wondered why they weren’t getting eyelashes as well. She thought Liam’s facial structure would. So I thought ofkeeping mom son story in her text book so that she will read thesestories. I planned for keeping one story for 3 days. Next daymorning I got ready for college and went and hugged mom from behindand said I am ready for college mom. While we are stepping out ofthe house mom said if you want to kiss me, kiss me now, don’t kissme outside. I laughed and said no mom. We are waiting for the college bus. College bus came and we got in.we got last seat in the bus today. Mom was sitting on. As I walked I felt I might just as well nothave had a skirt on as I felt that everyone could see my pantiesand stockings. Certainly some heads turned as I walked past!We set off again and soon were navigating the lanes to thecottage we had rented."Don't we have to collect the key from somewhere?" I asked."No. The cottage will be open," she replied.We followed the directions and finally pulled off the lane andwent down a long entrance drive and came to a beautiful thatchedcottage set on its own.