...yes......ummmmm...pleasssssseee...more..more..more," came out of her. Few drops of blood tipped on the ground but she was soon in too much ecstasy ...o actually care. She could not understand how so much pain can lead to so much fucking pleasure. "You have tortured me too much.....urmm..ahh..when you dance....urmm...nude...ahhh...in your room...urmm...when you touch yourself....ahhh...pleading god for a cock...urmm...to bang you hard...ahhh," he was able to say in between cock-cunt smacks.. I held her with all my strength and kept fucking her till I felt that jet of sperm flow right inside my mothers cunt and I still didn’t stop. Her orgasm came right away as she began thrashing in my arms, but I didn’t care about the struggle. I was not going to let go until I was done, I wanted this to be the best sex she ever had. So I pulled all the way out and rammed it back in. She buckled her hips to meet my thrusts, we managed to do this for a about 8-10more thrusts and then she slouched. Saturday dawned cool but bright, the part time gardener appeared, and Mary was sent to fetch him from the garden. He held her hand, not the brightest brick in the load himself, he had no real idea how to approach Mary, but holding her hand was for him, a big step in the right direction. The now giggling Mary, led him in to the drawing room where Muriel was sitting. Mary, at Muriel`s instruction went off to do whatever was next on her regular jobs, Mike, cap in hand faced the lady of the manor. There was noescape from her fate, a fate she had dreamed of ever since her earliest memories.It was time to be spitted, time for her spitted, wriggling body to be roastedover the heat of a barbecue pit, time for her delicious, roasted flesh to beenjoyed, but too late now for misgivings or regrets. This was an experienceto be enjoyed to the full. She was glad that the smooth softness of her skin, the perfection of herbeauty would not be violated by the crude painful work of the gutting knifeor.