I can honestly say that I've never wanted anyone more than I wanted her at that moment. I latched the door just before pushing my pants and underwear ...o the ground. Leaning forward, I entered her, kissed her, and pressed my hands onto her breasts simultaneously. Our kissing was ravenous, as I pounded her eager beaver and rolled her enlarged nipples. The sensory overload pushed us both toward mammoth orgasms rapidly. We continued to kiss as our hearts slowed, and our passion ebbed as it was. I moved over her and hugged her tight. She kept her hands on my ass and started to press it over the leggings I wore.She chewed my cheek and started to bite it. She removed my slip and licked my nipples. I held her hairs and encouraged her to suck my nipples. She did it well.It was my turn now I made her upper part nude and sucked her boobs and played with it. I pressed her pussy over her leggings. She moaned lightly. I tore the leggings in pussy part and started to lick it. I tore it more and. I know he’s not all that big on taste, which makes me even more wet knowing he’s doing this for more of my benefit. He increases speed, pressure, making me whimper and squeeze the counter top, my legs weak. I can feel myself coming so close, I can feel myself dripping down my legs. I can feel his tongue traveling up, feel him change pace to calm me down and take more. Crying out his name, almost finishing, he stops, puts his hands on my ass, tells me to turn around. As I turn around, he stands. “It can depend on her mood. If she is stressed or is just in a bad mood she has less patience and I get spanked for something another time I might not be.” “But there is no certainty then?” “No certainty at all. In fact lots of uncertainty as I mainly get spanked when I don’t really want to be but that’s the price I pay for giving Mum full disciplinary control. Don’t get me wrong though. I decided that is what I want and am happy with it. I’m a far better person now than before. I just get.