I spit on her g-hole n I stocking her like anything. She moaning like anything and scolding me like anything. She talks very dirty that time. She sayi...ng you Bastard, u mother Fucker. Fuck slowly when she said mother Fucker.I hold her hairs n twist her hair in my palm like I was raiding a hours. By her every bad word i stock more harder than before. Then she silent i think she cum but there is still time to cum for me. Again she started shouting actually not shouting she started crying.. This time I made quick work of entering her fully. Her head came back and he nibbled her throat which was exposed to me. She began to move against me and I let her. It took almost no time at all for her to reach her orgasm. She shuddered and nearly collapsed; I held her steady and continued to thrust himself into her repeatedly. Coming down off her climax she found herself almost at another one, and so quickly she went over the edge.Sweat beaded on her body and his. Her breathing was. I slapped her hands away and turned to face the wall.I heard Mum sigh. “Honey, we need to get you clean. We have to rinse off all the soapy water.”Getting clean was a great idea. I was all in favor of that. But I didn’t see why it needed a committee to do it. I’d been able to wash myself for years. I reached out and tried to take the shower nozzle from Mum. She resisted for a moment and then she let it go. I kept my back to them while I rinsed myself off. Then I turned the shower off and hooked. My forced-upon guest drove to work after her troops left, reminding me to stop by the office to drop off the rest of the machetes and write up my report. I had let Paula know I would be taking this week off too and that I was fine from my latest dungeon run. She was worried over the time missed. I even explained beforehand that the Gate I was going in was a five-day trip. Not that it made her less concerned.Throwing on my suit, the required outfit of the Alphabet soup of American governmental.