I’m your bitch, fuck me”. Her foul mouthed talk just added to the atmosphere. This was sex, good and proper. I pulled out and moved around to her ...ace. “Suck you juices off my cock” I demanded, and she did. She again only took an inch or so into her mouth, but after a while, she slowly took a little more with each bob of her head, until she took my full length into her throat. She gagged. She only did it once, but it felt good. She climbed on top, squatting over my cock. She took it and guided. I said I know and I really want you to fuck me hard. He said sure thing once our daughter is tugged into bed I will then give it to hard and rough my love. He continued fingering me while whispering into my ear telling me how he is going to give it to me hard and rough the way i like it. I soon started moaning and He placed his other hand over my mouth as he rubbed my clit up and down. My knees went weak and I held onto the kitchen counter as my man brought me to orgasm while fingering my. However, my pussy loved the attention my ass was getting. It felt like a dam was building down there and every blow of the belt was making it burst. When he got to nine I couldn’t hold back anymore and I squirted all over the bed when my orgasm hit. The last lash just added more wood to the fire. “Roll over,” he said. I did and he saw how wet I was after the spanking. I also noticed he was now undressing. His cock was hard as a rock again. “You loved that, didn’t you?” I couldn’t lie to him. I’d tried to take her to some of the other nice restaurants in town for Sunday brunch, but when asked, she always suggested the Fish House.We talked about our lives the past week and I told her a bit about the work I was doing at EFC. I didn’t tell her I was undercover, but I did suggest that it was temporary to fill a specific need and I expected I’d be back in my own business soon.“Maybe they’ll like you. You might be asked to stay.”“I doubt that, Mom. These kinds of jobs don’t usually work.